(Y/n) has a difficult home and school life, but despite this he does his best to be positive about the few good things he has. But when he meets a mysterious boy in the woods his life will be changed forever. cw for tics(not completely sure if this is needed but hey never bad to be careful) tw for gore, depression, and other mental health issues I do my best to portray things well but I am open to criticism and advice!

After her parents death it was always just (Y/n) and her older brother Jason. They lived their lives mostly hidden from the outside world but when a mysterious person leaves a message for them about their parents death it sends them on a mission. Along the way she meet a certain person who cares more for her then she thinks... ******** So I have started a YouTube channel, and I'd really appreciate some support! Youtube: m.youtube.com/channel/UChnQ4J-2xTGnx4aLYVt5Etw Instagram: Stevefromcorporate Snapchat: / Twitter: Stevefromcorporate (Everything is under construction but you can still subscribe and follow!) Thank you so much for your support!

The one thing every living creature has in common is fear. Fear keeps us alive, drives us forward, and makes us still. Jeff the Killer thought he knew everything about fear. He was an artisan, and fear was his craft. Until the day he met the girl who didn't feel fear at all. COVER ART BY KAWACY ON DEVIANTART

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

One single night can change your life forever. For the young woman who decided to walk into an alleyway in search of a child's cry for help, it left her stranded in a unexpected predicament. She had a chance meeting with a certain sadistic, monochrome clown and now she had NO WAY of getting rid him. However, on one quiet evening, she thought, as she watched the clown peacefully sleep next to her; "...Maybe I don't want him to leave...", she whispered lovingly as her slender fingers played with the clown's long, black hair... ________________________________________________ {I DO NOT OWN LAUGHING JACK, CREDIT GOES TO SNUFFBOMB}

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The doctors told her she only had 15 days to live. ••• No one lives forever. Y/n had cancer. He had nothing. She was dying. He was already dead. And as he made himself known to the dying female, ready to take everything she had, she smiled. She had nothing to lose. ••• (1/25/23) UPDATE: Kept seeing notifcations for this story on my gmail after all these years and I finally decided it's time to give you guys something worth your time, I'm officially going to be updating this story one chapter at a time! Thank you for sticking around after all these years :')

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/

You are a Kindergarten Teacher at a small elementary school. You love kids, and you love your job. But when a little girl from your class is murdered, you decide to take matters into your own hands and enter a world of horrors beyond your wildest dreams.

~Hi there ^*^ I'm Boo, and this is the first story I've ever started writing. I hope you enjoy 'A Little Laughter Left In Me...'!~ (I do not own Laughing Jack he belongs to Snuffbomb and the picture belongs to the one who drew it.)