Short Character x Readers [CLOSED/FINISHED]

Laughing Jack x Chubby!Reader [One Shot]

'Hey Mark, did you leave this candy on my bed?'

You extended your palm revealing several pieces of candy, their striped plastic wrappers an assortment of bright colours. The two of you had been watching CreepyPasta videos last night and, knowing just how terrified of those things you are, Mark had decided independently to put on a video about some psychopathic, monotonous clown that left candy for its victims- the thought still sent shivers down your spine as much as you tried not to show it.

'You know I don't own any candy and you know that.'

His fingers ran across each key, tapping furiously as words appeared on the page. You turned to walk out the door and dived for the underside of his bed suddenly, grabbing the tin that you knew he hid anything that he didn't want you to find- it was a simple logic really, tricking him had always been way too easy. You used to snoop around his room whenever you had the opportunity and he never seemed to realize, either that or he never let on that he knew.

You had already prised open the lid before he managed to get halfway across the room, the disk like object soon flying out the doorway into the hall revealing nothing but a book that was far too long for you to bother to try and read. The front cover was held between your index finger and your thumb, your eyes piercing at it accusingly. The pages were falling towards the floor, the suspended paper flowing freely.

'What is this?'

'No! ________, don't hold it like tha-'

Something tumbled from the pages and slammed into the floor, your hand instinctively reaching for it before he could have enough reaction time to gasp. His eyes widened in fear as you observed it, clearly filled with fear of you finding out what it was.

A small parcel was wrapped in lavender wrapping paper, a midnight purple wrapped around it and tied tightly in a bow. Your gaze was piercing at it accusingly, unable to figure out just what it was- a birthday gift for someone, a love confession perhaps?

'Mark, you ought to own up to your crushes.'

'It's not-- Well, I mean... Yeah.'

He sighed heavily in what sounded like relief as you dropped the book onto the ground and opened it, placing the rectangle inside the cut out pages. It was a waste of a good book in your opinion but there was nothing that you could really do about it now that they'd been torn away.

The red hardback was placed back into the tin and you shoved it under his bed carelessly, unable to see why he was so happy that you'd put it back- you were blind to most things that you found boring or stupid and this was one of those moments.

'You could do with a better keeping spot Mark- the books faded and the colours do not go together.'

'Since when have you been an expert in which colours go together?'

'Since I decided that our sitting room wasn't going to be yellow and purple- that cool?'

'Anyway, colours fade over time.'

'Whatever dude. I'm going to get some food from  the shop- want anything?'

'Nah, I'm cool. Just get what you want and a bag of crisps for me.'

'Okay.'

You shivered awkwardly as your body lifted you up using your legs, wrapping your concealed arms over your chest. It was usually generously warm in Mark's room and it seemed weird that the would let it get so cold but, with Mark being weird and all, you left without any concern of what he was doing.

***

Cautiously, you pulled the ribbon's end and lay it onto the floor next to you in the darkness. Your fingers probed at the wrapping paper and you found a weak spot where you could undo the tape without any major damage taking place; it was ideal. A little box lay amongst the paper and you opened it without much concern for the fact that it was Mark's, it was simply a box now.

As the lid flipped open your breath ran ragged as you laid your eyes onto a small, round object that was encompassed in a black and white striped wrapper.

A piece of candy.

'Colour fades over time.'

A raspy voice struck out from behind you and your reflexes kicked in, forcing you to turn around and look at the source of the voice. It sure as Hell wasn't Mark and that worried you- it meant that someone had managed to get into your house without anyone else realizing. Of course it could just be a prank but, then again, it might not be.

'W-What?'

'You heard me _______, colour will always fade.'

'What the fuck?! How do you know my name? I bet Mark set you up to this, didn't he?'

'How could Mark set me up when he's out of town

'W-What?'

'Turn on the lights the lights and you'll see what I mean.'

You hesitated to respond to what he said and decided it would be best not to- taking advice from strangers never helped anyone in horror stories and you doubted that you were going to let anything get past you. It wasn't like he was saying that Mark was dead but turning on the lights would likely reveal something horrific and you weren't in the mood to be driven insane any time soon.

'Suit yourself.'

Something flicked itself across your cheek freely, not caring how you were going to react and, as you flailed in an attempt to get it away from you, a dark and hysterical laughter erupted. You could only assume that it was the perpetrator but it was terrifying all the same. It was as if the sadness of someone who'd never had anything was being mocked and that struck more fear into you than you had thought imaginable.

'You're the kind of girl I like.'

Something thin and spindly seized your arm without a second thought, tightening its grasp on you as you struggled in an attempt to break free. Of course you had no such luck and were left there, paralyzed once again by the fear that you could be killed at any moment. Maybe they were just Mark pulling a trick but it started to seem like a more unlikely prospect the further your mind stretched.

He never really pulled pranks he just put on a mood for a while and dealt with you that way- this would be out of the ordinary for him.

'You're my girl now _______.'

Those words made you shiver but your body refused to move all the same as something flickered across your cheek once again, threatening to control you. It was weird that it made you feel that way but it was only to be expected- someone was in your house and the last thing they wanted you to do was break free.

'I'm not your girl.'

'But you are you see. You took my candy so now I get to take you.'