How would Roger's mom react if she saw Jack?
Since Roger would never ever let Jack be seen by anyone (aside from his friends) in his home EVER and I wanted to maximize the angst for this one... let's have this take place in Roger's childhood home. This probably wouldn't happen in canon, as Roger doesn't like being there, but, well...
HEY!! SLIGHT GORE WARNING!!!
Jack knew he wasn't supposed to have even come along for this particular visit, and he especially wasn't supposed to ever go out of Roger's sight, but he had gotten curious. And as is often the case, curiosity would be his downfall. He stood alone on the floor, staring up in horror at dark brown walls covered in different sized hooks. There were mysterious stains everywhere, mostly of a reddish-brown nature, and he couldn't even blink when he realized what had caused such a thing.
He had seen the stuffed dragon skins and harpy heads adorning the walls in the giant house's sitting room, but that was nothing compared to the massive leviathan hung from the hooks as some sort of bloody centerpiece. It's tentacles we're strung out like some sort of morbid warning, it's eyes cold and dull. It was covered in some sort of white substance that seemed to be a preservative, but Jack was still in shock at the sight of it all. He held completely still, even as he heard the large door creak open behind him.
The floorboards creaked to a stop behind him, and he could almost feel the way the giantess paused to look at him, scrutinizing him with eyes so impossibly massive that he didn't even dare to imagine them. He couldn't even tremble, couldn't twitch. His eyes were still locked on the preserved corpse, at the bloody looking stain behind it, and even though his heart screamed at him to move, he couldn't.
"Hello down there, boy." He finally was able to shiver at the sound of her voice. It was silent behind him aside from a subtle creak, and suddenly slender, well groomed fingers slipped around his form. "What are you doing in my house?" Her voice was low, eerily even considering he had heard the way she didn't like humans. He was lifted up at a nauseating pace, and he couldn't even squirm. He knew by now that it was all over, that he would end up like that Leviathan on the wall. He'd be gutted, preserved, and eaten, just like every other creature that ended up in this room. The sound of footsteps brought the giantesses attention away from him, and Jack could only watch as he was engulfed by fingers that had caused the blood to ever spill in the first place.
"OH, um, hello, Mom." Rogers anxious voice reached his ears, and his heart skipped a beat with hope. He jolted, opening his mouth and preparing to fray his vocal chords with a scream.
"R-" A finger slammed into his mouth, pushing the rest of the giant's name back into his throat. Jack bit as the offending digit, but found that he didn't even leave a mark on the leathery skin. He was nothing to her, just as he was probably nothing to Roger. The moment he thought it, the better part of his mind fought back. Roger loved him far more than he could ever love himself. He was always one of the most important things in the room to the man he wanted to think of as his father. He had never had one before, but he wouldn't mind it if Roger wanted to be his father.
"What are you looking for, son?" The giantess asked, her voice remaining still. There was no indication of guilt in her tone, the lie flawlessly passing through Roger.
"N-Nothing, Mom. Just... um, I wanted to see my old room." His tone, however, was filled with holes, with flaws. His lie was clearer than a sky without clouds, and Jack squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that he'd get another chance to scream out for him. The giantesses finger still rested on his mouth, and he tried to pry it off with his fingers, ultimately failing.
"Alright. Go ahead." He felt the giantess shift around him, still concealing him as she waited for her son to pass by. Jack begged silently to himself as his eyes began to drip, yearning to be back in the familiar soft but calloused hand of the giant. Of his giant. But of course, his wishes went unanswered. Roger's footsteps drifted away, and eventually he was brought back into the sight of the giantess. Fingers loomed above him like thin, barren tree trunks, and he almost trembled at the sight.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll be silent." She muttered, clearly keeping quiet in case Roger was lurking somewhere trying to listen. Jack nodded his head furiously, keeping his lips pressed into a thin line. The fingers surrounding him flattened, and he almost eased up a little. "My son is too soft. Even if my father were still around, he wouldn't even get a snack out of you. No. Something like you deserves to be left to its own devices, human." She spat the words with enough venom to kill ten men. Two of her fingers pinched around his torso, and he felt his ribs push in from the sheer force. It would be sure to leave bruising Mabel would question later. The giantess set him down somewhat softly, mercy lingering in this one action. "Run along. Don't just stand there like you're some stupid animal." She waved at him the same way one would try to wave away an insect, and he ran towards the open door before a finger hooked down the back of his shirt. He choked slightly, his top half tipping back while the rest of him kept trying to run.
"Roger!" He tried to scream through the coughing, holding his throat once he had stopped running. She was so rough with him, somehow without even trying. Was Roger capable of this sort of manhandling? Could he harm Jack like this if he really wanted to? There was no time to think more on it as the giantess lowered her head slightly closer to him.
"Do not mistake my mercy for kindness, human. You will not seek out my son. You will stay away from him until he leaves. After he leaves, you better be gone. I will not be taken advantage of the way my son has been." She bared a fanged frown, and again Jack wondered why Roger didn't have such teeth. The teen nodded anyway, of course, and he was finally released. He made a break for the side of the door where he could hide from both giants, hopefully appeasing the giantess who had threatened his life if he didn't. He stared at the woman as she finally moved away from him, her footsteps shaking him to the core. Once she was gone, his knees finally gave way and he collapsed, shaking and trying to catch his breath. That was worse than anything his mother had ever done to him, and he hoped that he would never see the woman again. He shrunk back into himself when he felt bone-rattling footsteps from just outside.
"Jack? Jack, please tell me you're okay." Jack perked up at the sound of the familiar rumbling murmur, and though he staggered, he tried to run into Rogers line of sight. His voice cracked in his throat, his vocal chords dry and ragged, but he felt the word drift past his lips anyway.
"Help." He uttered, unable to get anything else out. The dark haired giants gaze snapped to meet him, and familiar fingers scooped him up, lifting him towards the sky. He trembled at the feeling, even though he knew he was safe now. Roger's face seemed to darken as Jack stumbled over himself, rubbing at the front of his throat to try and ease it.
"We're leaving." His tone was stern, and Jack felt a flash of fear invade him. It was the same as the giantesses tone had been before. He shivered, hesitating and leaning away for a moment, even though his brain screamed that he was okay. He stared up at the giant with wide, reddened eyes, and hoped that he wasn't putting his life in the hands of someone, something dangerous. The giant's face softened for a moment, an almost horrified look appearing. But then, Jack was shoved into his chest pocket, cutting him off from the expression of horror Roger's face displayed. Roger had always hated this place for a reason.
It reminded him of just how much he acted like his mother.
