NavianaHataru

  If there was one thing that made the hairs on the back of [Y/N]’s neck stand was the simple thought of “Laughing Jack.” To say the girl was afraid of “Laughing Jack” was an understatement; she was utterly petrified of the Creepypasta. Generally, [Y/N] tried not to overthink the existence of a Creepypasta when she read them, but something about the story of a grotesquely odious monochrome clown that murdered children in a morbid manner didn’t sit too well with her. [Y/N] spent several (sleepless) nights anxiously glancing around her room, hoping –praying –that this “Laughing Jack” e

Laughing Jack x Reader – Don’t Cry (Part 2) “W-who’re y-you!!”, stutters out your best friend Max. The man stares at the three of you. “Who am I? My name is Jack. Laughing Jack. I’m a clown. ”, he says grinning, “I come to those who need me and are lonely.” Max blinks. Rachel looks up amused. You didn’t know how to feel. You just felt whatever that weird feeling was inside of you. Max turns and stares at the two of you. “I think we’re fine. . .”, she says slowly. Jack looks at you, then Rachel. “hmm. . .”, he says quietly and slowly, “Why di