The spirit dubbed "Jackson" would let out a shrill laugh in response to the booming voice of the of the one spirit he could actually tolerate, the creature dubbed "Backstabbing Beast". How could something as hateful as pure darkness have tolerance for anything you may ask? Jackson asked himself this question once and came to the simple conclusion that he enjoyed how truthful she was towards those she disliked, rather than keeping her anger bottled like a Human.
As his laughter would end Jackson would clap his hands together loudly as if appreciating a work of art before falling backwards like some sort of slapstick comedian in an old silent film. He would hit the ground a moment later with an audible splash sound before reforming in a different corner of the room. The random shadows coming to life once again. (Making a continuation post)