Lost Laughter- Laughing Jack x Depressed!Reader

Lost Laughter

Notes:

[f/n]= first name

In this fic you are drinking alcohol due to depression. If you’re not into alcohol just pretend~

And you like roller coasters and candy apples~

    It all started with a hallucination.

    Wait, no, that’s not true. It actually all started with a dream. A dream I had when I was still happy.

Back then life was simple. I would snuggle in bed feeling like all was right in the world and I would wake up with an eagerness to begin the day. It was no different that fateful night, the night I dreamed of him. Laughing Jack.

*Flashback*

With a content sigh I cover myself with a soft blanket. I ended up spending the late hours of the night on the computer until the point of exhaustion. But I couldn’t help it, I was having too much fun! Sleep is necessary, though, so here I am.

When I drift off to sleep I find myself in a strange amusement park. It kind of reminds me of the amusement park from that one Silent Hill movie, for they both carry a vibe of creepiness. Everything is monochrome and rundown. In the background the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel is playing. But rather than being scared, I’m intrigued. I have an odd interest in that which is morbid. Curiously, I walk around and let my eyes travel this odd figment of my imagination. For a dream it feels rather realistic.

When my eyes land on a white teddy bear hung by a noose a delighted smile lights up my face. I can’t help it, I’ve always had odd interests. On closer inspection I find the bear to have an eerie smile stitched into its face, which only makes it more interesting. I wish I could have one like it in real life!    

“Hello there, sweet!” a deep yet uplifted voice greets. Startled, I swirl around to find a man (if you could call him that) dressed up like a...clown? Like the amusement park he is only colored in white and black. Even his eyes are unnaturally white. His nose is a sharp point and dangling from his hands are long claws. A smile stretches his black lips revealing teeth similar to that of a shark.  

In all honesty the sight of him scares me. His claws could easily rip me apart or he could tear away at my skin with his teeth. Hell, even his nose looks like it could kill me! This is a dream, I remind myself. He isn’t real and he can’t really hurt me. So I swallow down my fear and replace it with laughter. He is a fictional character, a very cool one at that. “Hello,” I greet back. “You look really cool!”

In response to my statement he tilts his head curiously. “I haven’t heard that one before,” he murmurs to himself. His smile stretches even wider as he reaches his hand towards me holding a brightly colored lollipop. “Care for a lollipop?” In this black and white world the rainbow lollipops in his hand stand out like a sore thumb.

“Sure!” I reply happily. I take the lollipop from his hand while being careful to not touch his claws. “Thanks.” I lick the lollipop as I watch the man. Wow, I can even taste the lollipop in this dream! “What’s your name?”

“I am known as Laughing Jack!” he replies brightly.

“Laughing Jack?” I repeat with a small smirk. “What’s so funny?”  

In response Jack laughs loudly, a laugh that could be mistaken as insane. “You’re a strange one,” he says after the laughter subsides. “What is your name?”

“I’m [f/n],” I reply with a smile.

“[f/n],” he repeats as if tasting my name. “Well, [f/n], I like you! I think I’ll keep an eye on you a little longer before I kill you.”