Ok, updating this.. You are a 24 year old human male with an odd condition of your bones hardening. What once was just a little accident caused from a tall entity at the treeline when you were younger had you being dragged away from your home and family to be placed into some facility to be tested for your condition. So when you had the chance to escape, you took it and ran off somewhere far away from that place. You rebuilt your new life and home there in a forest, taking care of lost, abandoned, and or abused children. Everything was great for you. Though everything good has to come to a sudden end. (Horrible first chapters, I know. Will redo them in the future.)

You move to Brighton, England to escape your abusive past. As you walk to the store your clumsiness gets the best of you and boom. You trip. And at last second you feel arms wrap around you. (This is under HEAVY editing. I wrote this in middle school so I'm trying to make it better)

(Y/N) is just an innocent girl who wanted to live a normal, carefree life. That's all she cares about, well, that and her candies. With low blood sugar, she needs to keep her energy up with something sugary, so what better way than to befriend a psychotic clown with a sweet tooth. Wait... What? Suddenly, (Y/N) finds herself thrown into a world of nightmares and murdered children. She tries to get help, but no one believes her. She's stuck being alone with the psychotic clown that puts the 'laughter' in 'slaughter'. But really, what could go wrong? DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LAUGHING JACK. HE BELONGS TO SNUFFBOMB. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE OTHER CREEPYPASTAS. THEY ALL BELONG TO WHOEVER THE HELL MADE THEM. I ONLY OWN THE STORY'S PLOT, GEORGE, OFFICER DELLA, OFFICER KINGSLEY, THE CHILDREN, THE PARENTS, BASICALLY ANY SIDE CHARACTER THAT ISN'T A MASS MURDERER. Rated M for Mature: -contains high violenve -contains high gore -contains foul language