Creepypasta One-Shots

Laughing Jack

(Remade)

Deep within the woods, a carnival remained frozen in time. The towering ferris wheel was tilted back, being held up by the strong trees as the carts either dangled from the wheel or were already laying on the ground beneath it. The carousel was worn down, roof ripped which revealed the cloudy skies above. The other rides were frozen in time, dirty and collecting dust and broken.

Y/n slowly walked through the dead carnival. Her eyes sweep across the dullness of something that was once so lively. Now reduced to this state.

"What stories do these rides tell?" She whispered to herself, not expecting an answer.

"...too many to count..." a voice was heard from behind her.

Y/n turns to see Laughing Jack in the flesh, or stuffing, standing before her.

"You're Laughing Jack," Y/n responded quietly.

LJ chuckled softly at Y/n's words. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Well, well... Aren't you the pretty one? I bet all the men chase after you," he said.

"Nah," Y/n said bluntly.

LJ was rather surprised at that. "What do you mean 'Nah'?" He questioned. "Who wouldn't want you?"

"I just hate people," Y/n answered.

"Okay... Fair," LJ admits. "But still."

Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "Anyway. You're not giving my poisoned candy, are you?"

LJ shook his head. "No, I don't want to."

"Then what do you want?" Y/n asked.

He simply grabbed her shoulders. "You."

"What in the character ai ahh response..." Y/n said bluntly.

"Shut up," LJ said, glaring at her.

"Try not to poke me with your nose," Y/n teased as she booped LJ's pointy nose.

LJ scoffed before tilting his head and pressing his lips against Y/n's. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. His hand came up and cupped the back of her head while his other hand gently rested on her waist. Her hands reach up to his shoulders, gently squeezing them, he turned out to be quite squishy. This surprised her and she pulled away from the kiss temporarily.

"You're squishy," Y/n pointed out.

LJ chuckled, find this amusing. "I'm a ragdoll. You know, stuffing. I don't have organs," he explained.

Y/n blinked. "So that means..."

"Yep, I don't have genitals either," he answered.

Y/n just stood there. "I see," she answered softly.

"...Give me your organs," he said.

"No. I don't think I will," she replied.

LJ looked at Y/n with an unamused expression. "Then why are we making out?" He asked.

"You are aware that stealing the organs of the person you make out with ain't the way to do it, right?" Y/n answered.

"It totally is," LJ joked.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his joke. "You gotta be kidding me," she murmured.

"I'm not, give me your organs," LJ said.

"Then give me your stuffing," Y/n replied.

"Nu-uh," LJ responded.

"The fuck you mean 'nu-uh'?" Y/n questioned.

And so, the banter between LJ and Y/n continues back and forth between stuffing found in ragdolls and human organs. Who got what they wanted from each other, no one will ever know.