Candy Man

01 Who are you?

"Doctor, we have some shocking results out of the testing we performed earlier." A young male in a white trench coat said to an older one who was reading some monitors in an office. The older man straightened his back from his desk and put his old shriveled hand out to the younger doctor motioning for the papers he held. The young man jumped slightly clearly nervous and new to the job.

"S-sir you do realize we are testing on..." The young man started but the elder cut him off.

"Kids? Yes, I'm aware." He said in a scruffy old crackly. "Their immune systems are still evolving and won't kill the evolving virus, but instead adapt to it, or that was the theory " He said scratching his head.

"But sir this is killing a large amount of chi... subjects." The young man bit his tongue careful not to show disrespect to his higher up, but also can't help to feel ashamed by admitting that they working on children in place of other things.

"Street rats and orphanage fillers." The gray haired man said and continued "none have made it into being part of the public and none will be missed." He said as his tone sharpened and he put the papers down. "Bring Experiment 05 and Experiment 03 in." He said causing the young apprentice nodded quickly and leave the room.

When he returned Two girls came in with him. A Taller child around the age 8 stood next to the assistant his hand holding hers. She was pale, but didn't appear sick, in fact the only noticeable thing that changed from her when she first arrived was the lack of emotion complete opposite of how she was before testing which the paperwork on the child had clearly explained. She had dirty blond hair that was short and messy making her look male with an immature body. The other was short around the age of 5 hid behind the other girl. She was sickly white, clear that she had been vomiting and was tired as bags dropped below her eyes. Her long fire red hair was clumped together, greasy and sweaty. Both had green eyes which was a change from their original color.

"Sir, " the young man said pushing the girls forward.

"Well then. Lets start your training"

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Laughing Jack (A year in the future.)

By now if you know what a creepy pasta is you should know we are immortal. Though nothing is truly immortal we don't age and revive if we take a lethal blow or  too much damage, over time, but within that time we are declared dead.

With a large amount of creepy pasta's being made and known by humans we realize that the government is becoming known of us. We are not threatened by this though, Humans can't kill us, only other pasta and it's easy for us to kill them, or in my profession make them kill each other.

My name is Jack, Laughing Jack. I'm tall, like really fucken tall me and slender are about the same him being 8 ft, myself being 7 ft 9 in. I hangout with some popular creepypasta characters as well. Slenderman Is not only one of the original creep's but he's the oldest and wisest of us. He fears the humans will find a way to get us, but I'm a clown. I don't take anything seriously and I know that.

Though I start to question it sometimes though. I've made a friend. Not a normal friend for my standard though. I made a human friend, and I believe I'm really worried for her.

Here I'll explain a bit about this.

When I kill a child it's cause I get a list from the Creepypasta leaders that give a suggestion of who to kill. One of the leaders is Slenderman. I was in his office snooping (a habit of mine that needs to be dropped) and I notice that he had files that were marked, do not touch. With in there I found a few kids. One was named Jackie Rosemore. I kinda stole that file and looked up the location. It had to be good if it was in the do not touch files. I could probably pull a game off and get my few kicks right?

She stayed in the middle of nowhere. A locked down desert. There was no way for me to simply blend in when I was black and white and everything else was tan or dead yellow. Lucky being immortal comes with powers. I was able to get in with something known as slender walking, named after the one and only; staying hidden from the large amount of lab coat freaks by staying part of the shadows aloud me to lock down the room this kid was in. I won't lie at this point I felt like I was in a movie playing the role of a spy or burglar, I almost wanted to hum the pink panther song. I ended up coming to a cell like room. Kinda like the one you find in an old asylum only blacked out. A red emergency light in the corner of the room was the only light in the cemented room. There was an old coat in the corner by the light but the only person in there was hunched on the floor. No sobs, or sounds came from them, maybe the were dead. I appeared in the room and my thoughts were change. The fact I was in the room cause the body to twitch "Who's there?." A quiet voice echoed out. It was rough, sounded like she lost her voice or that it hurt to talk.

Shortly after she started to cough, though it wasn't normal it was violent, kinda like a 70 year old smoker. The sound of her vomiting happen next and though the lighting wasn't good I could see it. The stuff that left her mouth wasn't normal stomach bile. No, it was thick and black, kinda like tare. She started to breath heavy. What ever was going on, it wasn't fair. I didn't want to kill a child that was like this. I don't even know what that stuff is, but it really isn't normal. She was small and maybe around 6 or seven. Her eyes were squeezed shut. I took a step and she tensed up. Did one of the people in her put her in this state? I knew humans were screwy in the head, but this was low, even for my standards.

"My, Name is Laughing Jack..."