Creepypasta x Female Chubby Reader| ONE-SHOTS (18+)

Laughing Jack| Part 2

You woke up in a sweat.

Your eyes darted around your familiar surrounding of a bedroom, living room or wherever you slept.

You couldn't go back to sleep and definitely stayed up the rest of the night. It took you till the full next day to convince yourself it was a lucid dream.

However.

You did notice you felt a little more comfortable in your body wherever. You felt more confident.

But you still wondered why you dreamed of him.

That clown.

You fell asleep the next night.

A

Deep

Sleep.

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You could hear carnival music. Specifically the song Pop goes the Weasel.

In your peripheral vision was a hand.

A small hand, palm open. You shifted causing your cheek to scrap slightly against stone ground. Something damp was on your cheek and there was a smell of metal. Your fat arms could barely support you but you managed to sit up

- and then you saw this small hand was connected to the bloody corpse of a child. Your eyes widened. Gashes had run down their neck and had ripped opened their small windpipe and caused blood to pool to your hands and clothes and body.

Blood was on your face.

On you.

The child's eyes were rolled back, puffy indicating they had been crying, and only showing the white part.

They had been recently alive.

"The kid is dead, sweets."

You twisted around, causing the creases in your stomach to hurt and body to ache. You were confronted with breeches. Striped breeches. Black and white. Similar to-

No doubt it was-

No-

"Hey girly, my eyes are up here."

A sharp claw took ahold of you're face and you're forced to look right up. He looked down at you.

That same clown.

The only difference was he was now standing at his full height. Practically 7 feet tall towering over you. One of his long dangly arms was where the claw was connected to and was so long that it could reach you without him having to bend.

"L...laughing Jack?"

"Hiiii."

He squeezed your cheeks together. If you only had a slimmer face- then his claws would have had less meat to dig into. Unfortunately you do not.

"It's so good to see you again."

He released you and moved around you, brushing against your shoulder. You whirled around, hands falling to the ground. They left blood marks.

The clown was across from you and observing the child's corpse. He stuck his leg out and poked the body's side with the tip of his shoe.

"STOP," you yelled. He glanced at you.

He then kicked the corpse so hard it was flung 5 feet away, causing blood to follow it. It was such a swift motion and the little body turned like a lifeless doll.

Maybe you stared at him in horror and disbelief. Maybe you looked at the child's body in deep sorrow. Either way you were terribly upset. Tears were coming to your eyes.

Oh god.

"It's a pityyyy," the clown jeered,

"If only you hadn't left last time."

His eyes now looked at you, piercing through.

"I was pretty pissed about that."

It took you a moment to realize he was blaming you for the death of a child.

"They were only a kid," you whispered, "They didn't- you can't just kill a kid."

He gave you a creepy smile.

"Why?" he asked.

You looked at him either angry, disgusted, shocked, sad or all. You knew why but you were at a loss for words.

"Well? Go on. Tell me, sweets- why shouldn't I kill kids?"

He grabbed your face again, harshly this time.

"ANSWER ME NOW."

He suddenly was ten times scarier.

"What will I get if I stop killing kids?"

"M-money," you whispered, too scared to speak up.

"MONEY? Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! No no no! I want something else..."

He stared hard at your terrified expression, grinning ear to ear.

"I want you."

He let your face go but kept a talon finger under your chin.

"Stay here in the dream world forever and I'll stop killing kids."

You begin to shake your head. His claws touched your collar bone.

"What's your life to millions of kids?"

You knew he was capable of ending young life. You felt the tears running like a river.

"Don't you wanna save the kiddies?"

Say no. Say no.

That poor kid.

"...yes."

"YES!"

His expression went overly enthusiastic. His eyes wide and crazed. He ignored your terrified expression.

"Here's how we're going to do this!"

He pulled out a candy from his sleeve. unwrapped it and examined it. It was a completely white color.

"Non-poisonous," chirped Laughing Jack, "And sugar free. This will do."

He popped it in his mouth and bent forward, over the corpse of the kid, his face now infront of yours.

"Open your mouth," he said, while allowing the candy in his own to get coated in saliva.

You knew what was going to happen.

You were definitely disgusted and hesitant.

"Girly. Do as I say."

His eyes narrowed. Your jaw quivered and opened.

He pushed your lips together. Your tongues twirled passing the candy from one to another. The candy tasted sour compared to his tongue. He held your face with both claws.

The candy dissolved.

And now the deal was sealed.