Creepypasta Boys X Reader

Laughing Jack X Reader (Part 3)

WARNING: Heavy gore. MAYBE some flirting and perverted-ness. You have been warned. Enjoy!!!

Your head felt groggy as you sat up, slowly holding your head in your hands. Where were you? What were you doing? What was going on?

Flashes of a rollercoaster, of Conner splattering across the ground. Of a carousel, with Lucas' body ripped apart and sprawled out over the seats. You felt sick. Oh right, you were in that horrible amusement park, trying to find an exit.

Except now you were inside a tent. The faded red and white striped walls were ripped, covered in dirt and what looked like blood. The dirty-covered ground was also covered in blood, the smell filling your nose and making you feel nauseous.

You next realised that you were alone. Neither Madeline or (B/F/N) were with you. Had they run off? Abandoned you here?

And where exactly was here?

There were a bunch of tents throughout the carnival grounds, why would they have taken you here? Something felt off. No way would they have left you here knowing how dangerous this place could be. So where had they gone?

Connor was dead, Lucas was dead, there was no other reason to be here, why didn't they take you and leave?

A sound filled your ears, a slow, soft sound. Music. You turned around, taking in the rest of the tent, although there wasn't much to take in. It was practically empty, with only grass and dirt covering the ground and a single pole in the middle, keeping the tent upright.

But the sound was still playing, it sounded like 'Pop Goes the Weasel'. It was faint, the tune sounding off, but sort of calming. Where was it coming from?

You stood slowly, walking around the tent in search for the source of the sound. After finding nothing, you carefully walked outside, keeping an eye out for anything dangerous.

The area itself was rather simple, a bunch of diet paths leading to different coloured tents. Yellow and blue, black and pink, purple and orange. Most of the tents were striped with white, all filthy looking and ripped to shreds.

A light came from the black and white tent, and when you closed your eyes, you could pin-point the music coming from that direction as well. Someone must be here, was it the person that had been watching you? The voice that had taken over your head and made you pass out? You had to know. Maybe your friends were hiding there.

You gave a determined nod, before hurrying over to the monochrome tent. It had a split down the middle, opening up to let white light flood out into the dark circle of coloured fabric. That must be the entrance.

Rushing over, you ducked through the teared fabric, shielding your eyes from the blinding light. You clenched you teeth, nearly gagging at the smell of blood, rotten flesh, candy, and dust. It almost made you want to keep your eyes closed, but finally, you managed to open them.

The black and white walls were covered in splatters of red, the dirt beneath your feet darker than it was outside, and added a squish to your steps. A scream came from somewhere ahead of you, and another tear in the tent opened up.

(B/F/N) broke through the tattered cloth, stumbling over her own feet and landing on the blood-soaked ground with a cry of pain. One of her feet seemed to be broken, and she had small scratches all over her body. Her clothes were ripped and covered in red and brown.

She looked around frantically, before her eyes landed on you, and they widened in fear.

"R-Run!" She yelled, jumping to her feet.