"Purr for me, kitten." he smirked, twirling that damned blade of his. "No," she snarled. ** original cover picture, before edited by me, was made by Ruberman Rodriguez.

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

(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

Felice Fiore Grande always had rotten luck. She never knew her biological parents, she was always stuck in the abusive or just down right creepy foster houses. And to top it off she has a strange ability to NOT die. No matter what injury is the cause of her death she always wakes up, again. Just because she can't die doesn't mean she can't feel pain, in fact every waking moment she's alive she feels nothing but pain, and as the number of times she dies increases so does the pain. So you can bet she tries to avoid getting killed at all times. One particular night, however, a group of boys 'murders' her and dumps her off in a forest. Of course she wakes up as she always does, only to have a particular psychopathic clown to stumble upon her, and take an interest in her gift, resulting in her getting stalked EVERYWHERE she goes. So her avoidance of death plan is pretty much down the drain.

After witnessing the horrible murders of your parents at the age of 7, you haven't been the same since. You become a mute, shutting yourself out from the world, not doing much. The only company you have are the voices in your head and books. Reading became one thing you loved to do, as well as music. When you finally turn (your age), your adoptive parents try to cheer you up by taking you to the library. Once you get there, you feel a pair of eyes on you. After a week of being paranoid of everyone and everything, your foster parents go on a business trip. You know that whoever is after you, will attack soon. Will you survive the attack? Who has been watching you and what do they want with you?

Edit: Guys it does take a while to get back to Tim in the story so please stick with me. Will be violence but y'know it's Massky.

You just moved to England from (C/N) with you little sister, mom, and step-dad. But the house you're moving into just so happens to be the house of a murders in the 1800's. Not a single soul has lived in that house sense....or so you thought. Image by: SUCHanARTIST13 on deviantart Character by: Snuffbomb (check out his YouTube channel) Story by: Me :3

Life is fun. And fun is Laughing Jack. The monochrome killer clown is known for killing children for his own amusement, until one day he meets a rather extraordinary girl who leaves a scar on both of their souls.

*UNDER CONSTRUCTION * I didn't steal I took it from my Quotev account. The characters include Laughing Jack, The Puppeteer, Dark Link, Ben Drowned and Slenderman (some chapters)

"Honey, you do know I could sense you the moment you opened that door?" The jester shrugged with an innocent smile before climbing onto the bed and crawling over to you. His pink eyes studied your naked form underneath the sheets anxious to run his hands all over your soft skin and of course do other things. His long blue hair was loose, not in the usual three ponytails with bells on the bottom and the simple pair of purple sleep pants he wore seemed like they were getting in the way of something. Smiling knowingly, you flipped from being on your chest and landed on your back letting the pillow underneath you be moved aside and the sheet fall away revealing your (B/S) breasts. With a smile you placed a hand under Candy pop's chin and pulled him closer separated by only a few centimeters. The jester knew where it was going and placed a hand on your waist bringing both of your bodies closer until they were pressed together with only the sheet between you two. "What are you waiting for, sweet? Is it for me to start it or just to be a tease like the usual?"