*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. This is based off a canon story on the Creepypasta character “Laughing Jack” which you can find online and is literally just titled his name. The original story is in the POV of the mother. This fanfic is in the POV of the boy. You can find character designs here: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=116005&start=1365. Enjoy!*

James threw his solider and his tiny machine gun across the yard, not really interested in them. Mommy made him go outside, to “make new friends.” But he was the only person out!

At first, he liked being alone and playing with his toys, but it had gotten so boring very very quickly. So, he just threw his toys around.

James got up and brushed the dirt off his jeans. He walked up to the toy-

THUNK!

Something made him trip! But what? He hadn’t seen any rocks before.

James crawled over to see what it was. Sure, his knee hurt, but he could worry about that later.

It wasn’t a rock! It was a wooden Jack-in-the-box with smiling and laughing clowns on them!

James held the box. He hadn’t seen it before. Mommy didn’t get him a present. It wasn’t his birthday yet and it was far too warm for Christmas.

So what was it doing in his hands?

There was a sticker on the bottom, which read:

“To James, from LJ.”

LJ?! Who was that?! He didn’t know anyone named LJ!

James wound up the box, which played “Pop goes the weasel!”. It sounded kind of creepy and old, but still nice.

Nothing happened. The box just sat in his lap, the lid firmly sealed shut.

James sighed and put the box down. Maybe it was broken. He had to go inside soon. Mommy was probably getting super worried.

James turned around-

“Where are you off to, little lad?”

Startled, James whipped his head around.

James’ eyes widened at what he saw.

Standing in front of him was a tall man with long, messy black hair. He had gray eyes and super white skin, like his least favorite crayon. James had never seen anyone so white before! He wore black makeup. Makeup! A man in makeup! His nose was a cone, an ice cream cone, with black and white stripes. His shirt and socks were the same, too. He had suspenders and really fluffy shoulders that was more fluffy than Fido’s fur! His pants were black old people pants.

And he had claws…sharp claws…and his arms were so long…

“Uh…I…who are you?”

The man laughed, showing off a bunch of scary-looking teeth. His tongue was like his clothes.

“I’m Laughing Jack, the clown who never stops laughing! And you must be James!”

“Y-Yes. How did you know?”

Laughing Jack knelt down to his level, smiling widely at him.

James wished that he stopped smiling.

“I know every child’s name. I know what every kid wants. I know that you’re lonely. It wasn’t always like that, was it?”

“No…”

Before the thing happened, he and his Daddy used to go to the park together. They would race each other, go to the playground, eat lots and lots of ice cream and fries…so much fun stuff!

“I don’t like it when children are alone. They must have a friend, especially a young lad like yourself. So I’ll be your friend. Forever.”

“What if I don’t want you to be my friend?” James asked, jerking his shoulder away from him. Laughing Jack looked too scary and his claws were too sharp. He thought that they would get rid of his skin for a second.

For the first time since he met him, Laughing Jack frowned.

“I know I may seem a bit…spooky, but I won’t hurt you. I promise, I will never hurt you.” Laughing Jack said.

Well, his parents always said to “Never judge a book by its cover”, so maybe James should give him a chance.

“Okay. We’ll be friends.”

“Great!” Laughing Jack exclaimed, his smile returning.

“Now, what should we do first? Eat candy or play Hide and Seek?” Laughing Jack asked.