Creepypasta Lemons (x readers and yaois)

Laughing Jack

Hur hur, three is my favorite number.

(s/n) = sibling's name

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You tucked your younger sibling into bed. (A/N: if you don't have one, just think up one) "Nee-san, is Laughing Jack going to hurt me?" You brushed the hair out of their eyes.

"No, I'll be staying with you this whole time, I'm only a room away. All you have to do is yell and I'll be here." You said sweetly and comforted (s/n) by hugging them before turning away and out of the door. You turned off her light and smiled at (s/n) before you closed (s/n)'s door and walked to your room. (A/N: note that you are wearing a short skirt and black stockings. Hehe... ewe )

You sat on your bed and pulled out your laptop. You began watching YouTube videos of cats and fail videos with headphones on high. You scrolled down the screen, but a noise of gagging in (s/n)'s room stopped you. You sighed and pulled off your headphones and sat your laptop on the bed. You stood up and heard your parents running down the hall. "(s/n)! Open the door!" You heard your mother scream outside. You ran for the door but heard a blood-curdling scream and the sound of a liquid spraying like a sprinkler.

You stood there shocked and stepped slowly away from the door. You covered your mouth as you shook your head back and forth. A sick, sadistic, and rough voice began laughing maniacally. You stumbled back and hit your desk's chair, falling down. You heard footsteps going down the stairs. You sat there frightened and shaking uncontrollably.

You reached for your phone on your desk but then realized that is was in the kitchen, downstairs... You sat still there for minutes, seeming like hours to you, but soon calmed downs little from the initial shock. You stood up and walked to the door.

You opened the door quietly and poked your head out, but wished you didn't. Your parents lay face down with bloated stomachs in their own pool of blood. You gagged and walked to your sibling's door with wobbly legs.

You reached for the handle but thought about if you should get the phone first before you go in. It's either 911 or (s/n)... Do I risk my life? She could still be alive, right? You asked in your head desperately.

You gripped the door knob tightly and swung it open, not even noticing the door hit your mother's body.

(s/n) hung on the wall... Candy was packed into their stomach and their remaining blood was gushing out of gaps between the candies. (s/n)'s intestines were hanging out of them and their still beating heart made you stand there with wide eyes. A tear rolled down your cheek.

"It's funny how just the simple calling of a person's name before they die can risk that person's life, (y/n)..." The sick laughter you heard from earlier began again. More tears rolled down your face. The definite male put a large hand on your shoulder. "You know... If you just stab her in the heart, I might let you free." The voice from behind you chuckled. "Just one stab, (y/n)..."

His hand nudged you forward. (s/n)... Why couldn't I hear you scream..? You collapsed on the floor and sobbed into your hands. "(s/n), I'm so sorry! ...I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You screamed and-and I-I didn't listen! Your last words were to see m-me come to sa-ave you..." You looked up and desperately looked for the little (s/n) come back and smile at you.

But... They didn't...

A sigh could be heard from behind you. "This isn't fun..." The male grabbed the back of your neck with long, black, thick fingers and turned you around. "Be quiet." His stern voice frightened you. His hand squeezed your neck and cut off your air while his nails dug into your neck. You clawed at his hand and kicked at him, but nothing seemed to affect him. He threw you onto the bed harshly. You fell on your side and sobbed into your hands as you curled into a fetal position. He walked to the bed and sat next to your feet, making the mattress sink and the springs creak.