Am I Going Crazy? (Laughing Jack X reader)

A circus?

Hey guys! I know this took a while for me to release- But bare with me here. Lately my mental health has been terrible and so much has been happening and it all just seems to pile up, so it'll take me a while to get things done. -Bella

     When (Y/N) awoke, they saw something way different from their home. Something unique, yet scary. Before their eyes laid a big circus. It seemed to be abandoned. It was devoid of color, all the rides and attractions seemed to be old and rusted, or at least the ones they could see. (Y/N) stood at the entrance. All that surrounds the circus was what seemed to be a never-ending forest.

     (Y/N) entered the circus, walking through it. There were old, rundown booths that had old prize toys hanging by nooses in them. It crept (Y/N) out, who would do that in the first place? Probably some person really messed up in the head. But (Y/N) was drawn to the place, it held something that they wanted to find out. It was mysterious. It's like it called out to them. Shaking their head, (Y/N) continued to wonder throughout the circus.

     Not too long in walking around, they heard music. The faint sound of music played within the distance. A specific one that they heard multiple times throughout their childhood. Pop Goes the Weasel! (Y/N) followed the noise, they wondered why there was music anyway. The place was supposed to be abandoned, is it not? Maybe someone was here. But why? Why would someone be at an abandoned circus at night?

     Then it hit (Y/N). "Why am I here? How did I even get here? Maybe it's just a dream? That would explain everything." They tried to come up with some explanation, but it was way to realistic to be a dream. But soon enough, they reached the source of the music. In front of them sat a black and white circus tent. They decided to go with the very stupid idea and investigate the tent that mysteriously played music.

"All around the mulberry bush,
the monkey chased the weasel,
the monkey thought t'was all in fun,
POP! Goes the weasel.."

     (Y/N) entered the tent. There was... Light? And the inside was surprisingly full of color. There were seats, a stage, red and white walls, what every basic main circus tent would have. They walked further into the tent, suddenly the lights shut off for about five seconds. Once they flickered on, there was something different.

Right on the stage stood an all too familiar monochrome clown.

     "Missed me, my dear (Y/N)? HAHAHA!" The clown did a twirl as to taunt them, then he disappeared, his laughter echoing. (Y/N) looked around, seeing nothing. Looking back towards the stage, they took a step forward.

It felt their heart had dropped.

Right in front of (Y/N) stood the 7 or 8 feet tall clown.

     Their eyes went wide as they slowly looked up to him. "Oh! Have I never introduced myself properly? I'm Laughing Jack! I already know your name, (Y/N)!~" The clown placed a finger to (Y/N)'s forehead, pushing them back a bit before stepping closer. Meanwhile they were frozen in fear. It felt they couldn't move. Quickly, they stepped back, only to be followed by the clown, now known as Laughing Jack.

     "W-What do you want from me?!" They glared at Jack, mentally cursing at themself for stuttering. "What do I want from you?" He tilted his head. "What a stupid question! You interfered with my kill. Obviously I'm gonna go after you. Besides, you have my box." Those words struck (Y/N), first they couldn't remember why it sounded so familiar, but it soon came to them.

     "The box? The... Laughing-Jack-in-the-box?" They furrowed their eyebrows and clenched their fists. "Ding, Ding, Ding! Someone get this person a prize!" He swayed from foot to foot, laughing and taunting them. (Y/N) scoffed, clenching their fists more. "Why can't you just take the box?" Laughter filled the room once again.

     "Well, if you insist, it's because that's just no fun! And I'm the type of guy who loves some fun. And you, my dear, are now apart of my game!" He smiled wider as he traced (Y/N)'s face with his finger. "Your... Game?" They tried to back away again, only for their back to be met with the tent's wall.

     "Why, of course! What is life without some fun? Without games?" He got close to them again. "Oh how I could just cut you open right here and now. I could take out all your organs and make them into balloon animals, I could peel off your finger nails, I could rip off your eyelids, I could-!" He seemed to cut himself off. "I'm getting carried away. All that will just have to wait!"

     "You're sick! A monster! A freak show!" (Y/N) began to cry a bit, salty tears pricking at their eyes. "Of course I am! What did you expect for a psychopathic murderous clown? For me to bake you a cake? Give you a gift?" He burst out laughing, placing a hand to his chest as (Y/N) just stared at him. Soon enough, he had calmed down, well, as calm as a murderous clown can be.

     The world seemed to start to fade, black spots invading (Y/N)'s vision. "Oh, it seems you're waking up. It was fun while it lasted. Until we meet again, my sweet!~" Jack waved his hand, saying goodbye. Oh how they hoped they would never have to see that clown, Laughing Jack, again.

Then it was pitch black.