My Creepypasta OCs

The Giggler

I stare at the man tied in the chair across from me.

"So, I'm going to tell you how this works. I tell you a joke and you laugh, capiche?" I ask.

He nods slowly.

"Fantastic! It makes me so happy when people understand my way of thinking. You know, no one used to. Do you know why?"

"Because you're a freak?!" He spat at me.

"Haha! You know, you're right. Let me tell you a story!"

Highschool drama.  The worst type there is.  Make out sessions in the hallways, extra homework, prom.  Ugh, prom.  I stare at my locker.

"Hey Freak! Get a sense of humor!!!" one of the guys in my class shouts at me.

I cringe, they always called me Freak.  They weren't wrong though.  I always laughed at their jokes, but I could never come up with one that was good.  Whenever I tried, I would just receive blank stares and ridicule.  Only one friend kept me from going completely insane.  Karma.  She helped me through my depressed faze.  Karma was always there, and we agreed that if one of us got into trouble, the other would be there for cover.  Well, I was first to snap the sanity line.  I snapped it right in half.

"Are you going to bore me to death?" my  victim complains.

"Are you going to laugh? I mean, of course you are!"

I put the oxygen mask on him and turn the nozzle to release the laughing gas from its cell in the pressurized tube.

"Why should you never eat a clock?" I ask the man, while holding his chin.

He struggles to get his head out of my grasp, but my long nails are already imbedded in his neck.

"Because it is too TIME CONSUMING!" I shout.

Out of the silence comes my laugh.  My insane, psychotic laugh that everyone should be afraid of.  He starts laughing too, then he can't stop.  I smile and pull my hand out from under his chin.  I start untying the mask and the man takes a gasp of air.

"See? Not that hard to laugh when you have a good joke. Wasn't that fun?"

"You- You are a psycho!!"

"Yes, and?"

"And-"

"And it's time for more story!" I shout.

"Why did the chicken cross the playground?" I ask my group of "friends".

"To get to the other slide. We know this one, Justine. We knew this when we were all in diapers. Get a clue, Freak."

I smile and giggle a little.

"What's so funny?"

"You. You all just make my day. You tell jokes, I laugh. I tell jokes, I laugh. It's a win-win for me," I giggle again.

The group all stare at each other and move to a different table in the cafeteria.  Karma looked at me with a lifted eyebrow.

"You do know that scared all of them away, right?" she asks me.

"It didn't scare you..." I stab a French fry with a fork and chew on it like a dog on a bone.

"Well, I had something to tell you."

"Alright..."

"How long is this?"

"Will you shut up! I'm telling a story!"

"I'd rather die!"

"Good."

I strap the mask back on his face.

"What do you get when an elephant walks through an apple orchard?"

He mumbles his response, but judging from the look in his eye, it wasn't something nice.

"Apple sauce! Get it?" I start laughing hysterically.

He slowly joins me, then I jab my hand into his side, making him laugh more.

"There, that's what I was looking for. Anyways, as I was saying," I state as I tie off the mask.

"I had something to tell you."

"Alright..."

"I may have found a way to clone peoples minds! I just need to persuade my dad to let me into the lab and test it out. If we can copy minds, we won't have to worry about soldiers in the army, or we could learn what makes prisoners tick. We could make our own army of clones!!!"

"Like Star Wars?" I ask, ferociously munching on a fry.

Karma sighs, "If that is how you interpret it, fine. But yes, like Star Wars. Anyways, I think I am onto something. If this works, I could be famous, win a Nobel Prize and be known around the world as Karma Silento, the greatest scientist of the 21st century."

"And I just want to be a comedian. We don't always get what we want, Karma."

Karma huffs her response and pokes her Mac N' Cheese with her spoon.

"But, it could work. Watch me, I'll prove it to the world! Mind cloning is possible and I will be the first to do it!"

"Okay, mad scientist. What are we gonnna do with our lives when we grow up? I mean, we're seniors and we haven't even applied to any colleges!"

"Speak for yourself, I have already applied to Harvard, Stanford, Oxford, and Yale."

"That's a lot of "ords". One might think a lot of w-ORDS."

I point finger guns at Karma and she face palms. 

"One, that was terrible. Two, it didn't make any sense! and Three, why? Where did you see the connection?!"

"Eh, I don't know honestly."

"This is a terrible story."

"Hey! This is my life story so shut up! "

I tie the mask back on.

"What do you call a soldier that has survived mustard gas and pepper spray?"

He starts struggling again, but I hear a slight chuckle.

"A SEASONED Veteran!!!" I howl with laughter and my prisoner joins in.

I walked home.  The last day of school was today.  Karma was leaving for Stanford next week for an orientation and I would be going to the local community college in town.  I sigh as I set my backpack down next to my desk.  My computer flashes as I bring it to life by pushing the power button.  I look at one of my incognito tabs.  The price of laughing gas.  Where to buy it.  How to use it.  I ordered a container.

"If I can't make people laugh by my jokes, I'll force them to laugh!" I giggle at my own devilish plan.

"So that is how we are here. You are my twentieth victim. You should be proud."

The man struggles in his seat.

"What grudge do you have against me?!"

"Grudge? No grudge, you just seemed like a fun victim. You know, the Giggler likes her victims to be laughing," I giggle as his eyes grow wide.

I strap the mask on for the last time.  My mouth keeps telling jokes as he slowly loses air from laughing so hard.  When he finally passes out, I send him to my friend.  You might know her from those experiments.  You know, the Anthropophagist.  The scientist who copies people's minds and then eats the rest of them.  I think this guy will be good for her, I saw him at the gym several times.  Nice and chewy.