CrazyClownAuthor
He hated the rain. Always had and swore he always would. That was at least til one stormy night, as rain pelted Laughing Jack from overhead, he was invited by a girl named (Y/N) to come dance with him. Why? He had no idea.. Regardless, Jack agreed. He and (Y/N) danced in the rain, an odd feeling suddenly sparking inside of his stuffed body as the two twirled and swayed. Months go by after that night, and LJ goes to see (Y/N) almost every day. Every time he goes, that odd feeling only grows and grows. He didn't know what it was but he had questions about it, "Is this.. love?" And if it is.. "would she ever love a killer like me?"
{I DO NOT OWN LAUGHING JACK, CREDIT GOES TO SNUFFBOMB!!}
(COVER BY ME!! =D)