CreepyPasta oneshots

Laughing Jack x Female reader

[DISCLAIMER: HAS THE MENTION OF RAPE, IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THIS THEN DO NOT READ FORTH. ALSO, THERE MAY BE ANOTHER PART TO THIS CONSISTING OF SMUT IF I CAN BE BOTHERED]

Fresh morning dew dripped from the leaves and glittered in the rising sun. All animals were peacefully resting to the hum of the quiet wind that swayed the trees on a cold winter morning. An old large house sat between large and small trees, vines growing out the rusted and broken windows. The walls were stained and aged, tainted by the forests natural carpet. The old house looked like an abandoned child waiting for its mother to finally return home, to give it a loving hug and smother it with care.

A large figure walked across the front porch and sat down, resting their body on an old ruined rocking chair. They looked to the sky in content, like their life was finally complete. Almost like they had just finished some overwhelming task that had taken too long to be done. The house shrouded in its own shadow as the sun gleamed its light through the forest, displaying mother natures finest work from the beginning. 

A small group of rabbits climbed onto the porch, all hopping in excitement and joy. One had ventured further and mad it to the other edge of the porch where she was stopped by a large rubber boot. She sniffed it with her tiny nose in curiosity and in her glory she nibbled on the black lace that hung from a neatly tucked bow. The other rabbits came to join her in her mystifying adventure, only to stop and stay put halfway across the moldy porch.

A man sat in the rocking chair; his clothes as monochrome as his pale face that shimmered in the dull shade. He sat still and motionless, like no air needed to fill his lungs to give him life or to help his body sustain itself. The rabbit hopped happily around his feet. Occasionally rubbing up against his long outstretched arms that rested firmly on the wooden planks. 

He watched the rabbit with a blank expression. How such an adorable little creature could ever be in his presence without thinking twice was beyond his comprehension, but the small rabbit seemed to give her friends courage to venture forth to meet her new companion. Soon he was surrounded by almost 10 rabbits that varied in size. He watched as one started to nibble on his ruined trousers, not bothering to bat it away before it could ruin them anymore. He just sat there, remaining in his perfect motionless state. 

Something shuffled in the trees, the leaves trembling in disturbance from something big. The man thought the possibilities of it being an owl that had rudely disturbed the trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of its breed. He wondered if it was a Lesser Sooty owl. He had seen their big black eyes once before, even in the dark you could see their white fluffy body shimmered with a pattern of grey lines here and there. What fascinated him of this specific breed was their heart shaped head, well the feathers had shaped an outstanding heart that had captivated him in its beauty. 

He felt almost disappointed when he saw the head of a Great Potoo stick out from the leaves. Unlike the Lesser Sooty owl, the Great Potoo owl wore an extreme resemblance to one of his deranged friends. It would appear like it's smiling down at its prey, with its mouth spread from one side of its face to another. The rabbits sensed it weighing them getting ready to capture the small rabbits. It waited for a minute, getting itself ready to feast on the young hairs that spread over the porch. It came down with a sudden speed that anyone could admire, and it attacked the closest one to the edge of the stairs. The bunnies scrambled away as fast as they could, sending them into a frenzy of fear. Still the man did not move to stop it.

It amused him to watch them run. It reminded him of his latest killing which he adored more than any other he had committed. He had watched her plead him to finish the job and get it over with, but he wanted to feel her soft skin more. He wanted her in his arms as she bled out from her eyes. He was being so considerate to her, yet all she would ever say was "Finish the job and let us both go home." He didn't mind, though, she had given him more than he had expected of her. He could still hear her lovely voice echo in his ears as he thrust into her.

Of course, he didn't do it often. But it seemed so right.

 At one point he thought he heard her moan in pleasure until he realised it was out of pain. He didn't care how she felt, he only wanted to claim what was rightfully his. I vicious grin graced his face as the Great Potoo named on the body of the dead hair, blood coating its white fur. Maybe he should take her body to his carnival and use her a little longer until he gets sick of it. He shook his head in agreement with his own contemplation and finally stood from the chair, scaring away the Great Potoo that stuffed the hair in its mouth. 

His heavy steps descended the stairs and he headed for the direction of the small cosy cabin not to far away. He hoped her body was still lying on the bed where he left her, as his body faded into the large trees and bushes.