Silver Crowbar Creepypasta Book

Chapter 7- The Collector

Laughing Jack now had a bandage quite similar to the one on his other hand. It wasn't unusual for Jack to have cloth wrapped around his hands, in fact, no one would ever suspect that the newer bandage was actually covering a wound. The wound itself didn't matter so much however, even though the crowbar the girl from earlier swung had pierced right through his hand. Unlike humans, Jack healed faster, so there was no need for things like stitches or surgery. That was one of his advantages, healing fast. But among the disadvantages was his height.

He had grown to hate how tall he was, frequently wishing he was shorter. Sure, it had its advantages at times, but it was awkward looking down on everyone. Especially the kids, who would fear him at times simply because of how tall he was. Not that it wasn't amusing to see that reaction. Still, he was almost always a bit hunched over, and though his body was built to be more resistant than a human body, his back now ached when he stood straight. But he had no reason to hunch when he was alone in his carnival, like he was now.

He also didn't like his sharp teeth. He had no use for them! Sure, they were scary, and added on to his creepy appearance, but they served no purpose other than that. Some proxies, such as Eyeless Jack, had sharp teeth to eat human organs. It was understandable for them to have sharp teeth. But Laughing Jack had never really liked eating organs, and preferred sweet things, as a clown would. He rarely ever bit his victims, and preferred to use his claws for a clean cut. And it was horrible when he bit his tongue!

He twisted the lollipop in his mouth, the sweet candy blocking out his complaints. He tried turning his mind to the better things about himself. Though there wasn't much else that other proxies didn't have as well...wait no, that was a lie; he could teleport. Of course, it was different than Slenderman's teleportation, which was short and simple with no evidence left behind. When Jack teleported, he did so in a puff of black smoke, like some sort of carnival magic trick. The smoke did disappear after a few seconds, but was still a more grand exit than Slender's.

He had just teleported away from the cabin where Laureen, Malachi, and Jeff resided after chatting for a bit, and nearly giving the old man a heart attack. After catching on to the fact that Jeff didn't want them knowing about Slender Mansion, he explained that they ran into each other after a kill one day, and got chatting. Jeff added that they run into each other some what often now, and that's how they knew each other. It was all a lie of course, though they had actually run into each other once, but only once when it was unintentional.

Jack walked through his abandoned carnival, which he was allowed to keep due to certain arrangements Slenderman had made possible. The colors on the machines and attractions were faded with years of wear, to point where even the ground seemed to be a dim version of it's former look. The smell of blood and candy staining the tents was sickeningly sweet, and unpleasant to most. Jack rather liked the smell, but there were times it got to be a little too much. Like the feeling you get after eating nothing but candy all day.

In a puff of smoke, he was suddenly on top of the old ferris wheel, which had been stuck in the same position for years now. It was usually the place where he went to plan or think, though he had come here for the sole purpose of watching children blindly stumble through the abandoned theme park before. He could see the entire carnival from here, and he supposed it was his 'happy place', if it could be called that. He found himself wondering in the past if the other proxies had 'happy places', and in his curiosity, chose to find out. Most of those places, however, tended to be safe and secure, rather than defying death at the top of a carnival ride.

He wasn't even in a cart, but instead standing gingerly on top of the metal track at the top of the ferris wheel, hands in his pockets as he looked over his carnival. He could imagine what it must have been like, decades ago. Was it decades? It had to have been, right? Time wasn't something he fully understood, being a Jack-in-the-Box created for a child. He brushed the thought away, not wanting to think of it at the moment. There was a time when thinking of Isaac would bring him something close to sadness, but now the thought simply annoyed him.