Candy & Cages 【A Laughing Jack Story】-ON HOLD-

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Hello! I just want to say a few things. Firstly, this is my first time writing a Laughing Jack fanfiction, so if he's a little (or a lot) OOC, please forgive me. Secondly, I don't own anything or anyone except for Alex, Adam, and anyone else in this that isn't real or an original and well-known Creepypasta. This story is completely fictional and should not be taken as non-fiction, as this is purely for entertainment purposes only. If this story offends the actual Creepypastas (if they exist) and the Wattpad admins, and it is requested to be taken down, I will do so. Without complaint. Anyways, enjoy~!

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Before the age of nine, my life was great. I had everything; a loving home, terrific friends, a caring mother and stepfather. But then my mother died. Actually, the truth is, she was killed. I came home from a night at the movies by myself and there were patrol cars at my home. The red and blue lights were flashing and the worst thoughts flashed through my mind. My stepfather had 'found' my mother mutilated beyond belief with a butcher knife in her head. I was so shocked and grief-stricken I couldn't say anything. My stepfather (or Adam, as my mother had called him) had told the police he wasn't home at the time of the murder, which was 7:30 p.m. But I know the truth. I know who killed my mother. And I'll be damned if he had gotten off scot free.

When I turned nine, my life got worse. Adam dragged me to Pennsylvania (meaning we had moved) and started to show his true colors. I was forced into the attic and, considering my age at the time, I didn't have the strength or manpower to challenge him. He called me names and threw things at me. The worst of it all was the night of my sixteenth birthday. It was a dark night and I was humming the Happy Birthday song to myself when the attic door slammed open. I froze as I heard Adam (or a possible intruder) climb his way upstairs. I crawled into the corner. I wasn't nearly strong enough to fight him off and get revenge for my mother, not yet at the least.

"Come here ya filthy whore!" Adam growled. I bit a 'Fuck off' remark and stayed put, too scared to move. At the time I still had the mind of a child. Adam yanked me up off the ground and dragged me towards my makeshift bed. He threw me on the bed and that's when I realized what he was about to do. And I could do nothing to stop him. That was the night that changed my life forever. That bastard had raped me, and I was going to make damned sure he was never going to do it again. I trained and trained, getting stronger everyday. Not strong enough to fend off a killer, but strong enough to fend off a rapist and escape.

Tonight is my nineteenth birthday. Today was the day I was going to escape from here. I rummage through the attic's junk when I knew Adam would be passed out beyond waking, when I stumbled upon a vintage jack-in-the-box (it was obviously one because of the crank on the side). It looked fairly new, however. I could only assume that the box wasn't used that often. I shrugged and turned the crank, thinking, What's the worst that could happen? The song Pop Goes the Weasel played and the lid popped open. Smoke erupted from the box, blinding me for a few moments. Wow, it must have really not been used. I thought to myself.

The smoke cleared, and I almost screamed at what I saw in front of me. Almost. There, standing in front of me, was a man dressed like a clown. He wore an outfit of black and white, and I mean legitimate black and white, not the stuff you see from the black and white television shows. His nose was cone-shaped and reminded me of a candy cane, only it too, was black and white. Does this man love those colors or something? I deadpanned to myself.

"Hehehe~. Looks like I've got myself a new playmate~! Would you like some candy?" The clown-man asked. I wasn't allowed to have candy before the age of nine, and I didn't have time to eat it after, so I was hesitant. What if it was bad? What if I hated it? What if it was really poisoned and I died? I thought about that last one and shrugged. Better than being stuck here. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

"Here you go little girl~." The man held out a spherical dark blue object attached to a stick.

"I'm nineteen. I hardly think that qualifys me as 'little'." I scoffed, taking the object. I eyed it carefully, wondering what to do with it. "What do I do with this?"

"Eh? You put it your mouth, stupid girl!" The man snorted, shoving his hands into the (what I assume) pockets of his striped clown bottoms.

"Well excuse me if I've never had candy before!" I hissed. The man's eyes widened in shock, but was quickly replaced with narrowed eyes and a grin that could rival the Chesire Cat's. "Never had candy before, hm~? You do realize if you eat that candy you'll die?"

"I'd rather be dead than locked in this attic for another second." I scoffed. The man's eyes widened once more. This time, however, they didn't retreat into a narrowed state. "What do you mean?" He quickly inquired.

"My bastard of a stepfather locked me in here. I've been trapped in this attic since I was nine." I replied bitterly, muttering under my breath, "Didn't help the fact that he raped me when I was sixteen, either." Why was I telling him this? He could be the same as Adam! The man suddenly grabbed me firmly by the shoulders and looked me in my eyes. "I will get you out of here."

"What? Why?" I asked, surprised that this stranger (who dressed like he was from a creepy-ass circus) was going to help me.

"Because....." He started. "I know what it feels like....to be trapped."

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And there you have it, the first ever chapter of Candy & Cages~! Oh how I can't believe I wrote this! .....No seriously, I didn't feel like myself when I wrote this. But anywho~, Jack's plan to help Alex escape is in Chapter 2! Until then:

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