Dollhouse ( A Creepypasta Fanfiction)

Chapter 3 ~ Laughing Jack

I walked inside to see Mommy still napping and Daddy sleeping on the couch. Keith, surprisingly, was at the kitchen table. "Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, Brooklynn! Go to your room! Now!" Daddy yelled. I whimpered and ran up the stairs. Daddy can be even meaner than Mommy. I don't want to get on his bad side, not again.

I walked to my room, passing Keith's room. My wondrous mind is gonna get me in trouble again. I snuck over to his door and pushed it open. It smelled of smoke and drugs. I quickly closed the door and ran to my room.

I laid down on my bed and sighed. Tomorrow's Monday, which means school. I picked my head up to see a wooden box in the middle of the floor. I carefully walked over to it and picked it up. It was obviously very old and sorta messed up. The bright paint was chipping off and the handle was old and rusty.

I turned the handle and a very off-key rendition of "Pop Goes The Weasel" started playing. I hummed along to the song from my early childhood. The top of the box opened, nothing popped out.

I set the box on my desk and went to the kitchen to get a drink.

When I came back, I saw a tall man, about 6 feet tall, with long arms. He had shaggy black hair and a cone nose. "Hi, Mister," I said.

Apparently, the clown's name was Laughing Jack. He seems nice. Laughing Jack says he wants to be my friend forever.

"Really! I haven't had a friend in years. Except for Jane. She's nice." I said. Laughing Jack froze in place. "Brooklynn, you know Jane?" I nodded. "Also, at the park, I met some dude named Jeff."

"I need to tell Slenderman." He muttered. I opened the door to my library. Mommy and Daddy built it before I was born. I mostly keep my crowns and tiaras in here.

When I was little, Mommy entered me in pageants, because I was so cute. And that's what won the judges over. I got lots of national titles. Mama loves the pageants more than I do. I hate getting my hair and makeup done.

But, my cuteness pays for my big-people school. The one after high-school. I don't remember what it's called. Mama says I look like Nana. Long, curly brown hair and grey-blue eyes. I still do pageants, but not every day.

I picked up one of the smaller crowns and put it on my head.

I'm the bestest princess ever.

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I'm so sorry for the short chapter, but today is Thanksgiving and I have to help my mom cook everything.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!