*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=116005&start=1170. The main character of this fanfic is my OC, Janice, who is the daughter of Laughing Jack (created by Snuffbomb) and Jeff the Killer (created by GameFuelTV). LJ is a clown and Jeff is known for using a knife as his weapon. LJ speaks in bold and Jeff does not. I know that TECHNICALLY, Valoween is over, but I still have some Valoween fanfics that I want to post, so I hope you enjoy this!*

“I invited Corbin here, so what? It’s not the worst thing that could happen.” I say. My voice was shaking a little bit and I don’t like that. I can’t sound scared. Not in front of my Dads.

“Did you not hear what we just said? He’s a human and-“

“Yeah, yeah. A human always hurts. But what if he was different? What if…what if he actually cared about…oh my Zalgo, I’m crying…I…”

I can’t believe it. The one thing that I didn’t want to do in front of my parents and now, I’m doing it. I’m actually crying in front of them. I just, I wish that things were different, that-

“Listen, we don’t mean to hurt you. At all. It’s just, do you really know him? Did you see how he ran away?” My clown Dad asks.

He’s hugging me now, his long arms wrapping around me so tightly it’s almost suffocating. I mean, it’s what I imagine suffocating to be like. I don’t actually breathe or have lungs, but he came up to me so fast that I’m surprised all the same.

He still doesn’t understand, though. None of them do. I’m not sure if they will, but I have to try. I want my Dads to understand.

“I mean, yeah, you both literally threatened to kill him! Who wouldn’t run away?! Why do you guys always have to act all murdery and evil towards humans?!!” I cry out.

Oh my Zalgo, I sound so cringe right now, but I can’t help it. I’m sad and frustrated and scared and mad. I actually don’t really have the perfect word for how I am feeling, but it’s not good.

My clown Dad does not let go of me. I don’t pull away. I want to go to my room but I also don’t. It doesn’t feel right to leave.

“Because humans can act like they care about you until it really matters. Yes, we know what we are. But if he really loved you, he wouldn’t be scared of us. As much as we tell you to hide it in school, you are evil and murdery too. We didn’t like Endora at first but she stuck around. She’s a good friend. She cares about you even after everything. Besides, you’re thirteen and you just met him. You have plenty of time to figure out all this relationship stuff.” My knife-Dad says.

He doesn’t move from where he is, he’s got his arms crossed, and his voice doesn’t really sound too upset or anything, but I know him enough to see it in his white, pupil-less eyes that he means it all, that he feels sorry for me, that he wants me to be okay.

“You know that Isaac ran away from me when I came out of my box, right? A lifelong friend of mine and all he could do was call me a freak and look at me with disgust as if he wasn’t the reason I turned into…into this…”

My clown Dad pulls away to look at me. His mouth is turned to a scowl, his eyes are looking off into the distance and his claws are gripping my arms tightly. It hurts.

My knife-Dad shifts uncomfortably and says:

“Jack, you don’t have to-“

“I’m fine, Jeff. I want to talk to her about this. You see, Janice, it’s just, humans believe that they are free from judgement, that they could never possibly be as bad as the next guy, but the truth is, humans will leave you behind when they’re scared of the reality of your connection and-“

“Dad-“

“Corbin was just some guy who would never have really understood you, I saw it in his eyes, I-“

“Jack, let her go. You’re hurting her.”

My knife-Dad has hand on my clown Dad’s arm. My clown Dad turns to look at me, seeming to shake out of whatever mood he was in and he lets me go.

There’s probably no marks since my skin is made of cloth and some other weird stuff I don’t know about, but I still rub my arms, because the tips of his claws hurt so much.

“Go to your room. Do homework if you need to. You don’t need to clean up the blood in the basement.” My knife-Dad says.

I run to my room. The strings that serve as my heart are pounding and l just want it to stop. I want to be calm again. I want me and my parents to be in good moods.

I didn’t realize that bringing Corbin here would cause all of this to happen.

Maybe it will be better later. Hopefully.

………………………………………………………………….

Now that I’m in my room, I run over to my bed, where all my stuffed animals are and just lie down.

I thought that Corbin would understand. That he wouldn’t be afraid of me. But he ran away so fast, like he wanted to get out. My parents scared him, but now that I think about it, he was already very scared before they even walked in.

A few black tears go down my eyes, but it’s not a lot. Not like before. My clown Dad scared me a bit, but maybe he’s right. Maybe Corbin doesn’t deserve me. After all, I have plenty of time to find somebody who appreciates me.

But I don’t know yet. I don’t want to kill him because then it would be unfair. I’m going to wait for tomorrow to go talk to him.

This was the worst Valentine’s Day ever!

………………………………………………………………….

It’s Saturday, February 15th. I texted Endora and told her my plan to talk to Corbin. She hasn’t responded yet. Probably because it’s 5:00 in the morning.

I was going to wait until it was bright out, but I kept thinking about how fast he ran from me, from my family, when I told him to run, like, that fear in his eyes and I just…I don’t know. Maybe I’m being too dramatic or something. But I’m not waiting any longer.

I’ve been able to find out where he lives by following the scent of his blood. Right now, I am crouched in a corner of his room, watching him sleep. He snores. It’s loud. It’s annoying.

But I like how his eyelids look. They’re all soft and buttery, like garlic bread. His lashes are long and pretty, like my claws. Actually, my claws are prettier.

I can’t just stare at him, though. We’re not at that stage yet. One day, I’ll be married to him, watching him sleep at night, like my Clown-Dad does with my Knife-Dad, and we will be happy.

So, with all the force I can muster, I spring up from my crouch and leap towards Corbin’s bed, my claws extended so that he can’t run away.

I was too slow before. I won’t be this time. Now he knows.

“What-JANICE?!”

I look down at Corbin. He’s awake and he looks scared, but more than that, he screamed my name, so I cover clamp a claw over his mouth.

“Listen, I know it’s early, but…I just…I was thinking about what happened yesterday and…and-I’m not sorry.”

He blinks as though he doesn’t quite understand what I’m saying, but then, his eyes flash. He remembers.

And he doesn’t look happy about it.

“I’m not sorry that my Dads are murderous psychos, because you know what? The world is crazy already. They’re here to help me. I still like you, but…not how you ran away. You ran away so fast. Like you…like you don’t want to be near me.”

My voice cracks like I’m going to cry, but I don’t. Good. It shows that I’m not weak.

“I’m going to be like them too. I’m going to kill the people who hurt me, because I will not be ignored or treated badly or-or anything. So if you really can’t handle all of me then-then I guess this is goodbye.”

I move my claw away from his mouth. His brown eyes are wide, moving around, thinking about what I said. There’s a part of me that wonders if I’m going too far, but then, my Dads said that if I don’t go far, then people will not treat me right.

But not all of them do the wrong things.

“Well, I-I guess you’d kill me if I said no.”

Hmm. I can’t blame Corbin for thinking that, but I wish that he wouldn’t say that. It feels like he doesn’t actually love me.

“You don’t know that. Imagine I didn’t murder you. You’d be like Endora. She knows about us, but she doesn’t kill anyone. Well, sometimes she helps. It’d be nice if you helped sometimes too.”

I hope he doesn’t take too long. I need an answer, an actual answer, right now. My claws are starting to twitch. I don’t think he can see them in the dark, but I wonder if he feels them, as I am sitting on top of him.

“Janice, you are nice, but I don’t like you like that. I just wanted-“

“You just wanted to be nice?”

I can’t believe it. He was only doing what I asked because…charity? Human morality? What? I-I thought that he liked me! Except…wait…did he have pity in his eyes at school?

“Yes, but now that I know what you are, what your family is, how can I even be friends with you? Just think about it for a moment. Really think about it.”

Endora is a little scared of my parents but she’s not scared of me. I don’t think she is. I know that I’m scary but that’s not a bad thing and it doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve love. Corbin is bad, just like my parents said, but…but…

I thought he’d want to be my boyfriend.

It might not be the right thing to do for some people, but I’m not a person. And Corbin just said that to me.

Corbin’s brown eyes go wide as I raise my claws up. Then things start to look blurry. I see red stain the sheets, my claws. I can’t believe that I’m doing this. I don’t want to do this.

But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. He doesn’t think we can ever be a couple. He doesn’t think that I can be loved. I know what I am. Why does that have to change anything? Why does everyone have to be afraid of me? Why…why…

I’m not supposed to cry.

“What’s going o-Corbin?! J-JANICE!”

I look up. I turn towards the door. It’s dark, but I can still see her silhouette. There’s a woman with a hand over her mouth. She’s shocked, but she’s also angry. Corbin’s Mom.

I can hear his Dad getting up in their upstairs bedroom. He’s shocked, but he’ll be angry when he comes down here. When he sees me.

I thought I was quiet. Wasn’t I quiet? I’m always careful when I’m murdering. My Dads say it’s important to be careful when killing. So that’s what I was doing.

Why did they hear me? How did they hear me? Wha-

I jump off Corbin’s body, lunging towards his Mom.

No survivors.

She’s screaming under me as I rip off her skin. There’s blood and flesh splashing on the walls, but I can’t have her live. I can’t.

I bet she doesn’t care that I’m crying. That I…I don’t know if I’m scared, but doing this was very hard for me…I don’t know why, it’s just that…

I really thought that Corbin would be different. That he would be the one. But he wasn’t. He was afraid of me, just like everybody else.

I’ve pinned her to the ground. My long, blackened claws are sinking into her neck. Her eyes are wide, they’re bulging, falling out, and-

It’s gotten all over my clothes. Lovely.

I hear his Dad coming down the stairs. I can smell the fear in him that is coursing through his veins, mixed in with anger.

I look down at her body. Her glassy eyes, her bloody teeth. I ripped her up to the point where it’s mostly bone, but I reach down to her neck and twist and turn her throat, pulling out bloody clumps.

I smell him even more now. He’s getting closer. I don’t have any nostrils, but I don’t need them. I can use my magic to smell him, just like I can use my magic to blend into the night. Just like my clown Dad with his candies that take away children.

“Sus-JANICE?! What are you doing in my house?”

He has blue eyes, steaming with anger. There’s a hint of fear in them too, from how wide they are. I’ve seen it before in the humans on Family Murder Night.

He’s screamed my name just like Corbin and-I’m guessing the Mom’s name is Susan-did. My parents get mad at me but I don’t think they’ve ever screamed my name before.

I see his hand reaching for his cell phone, probably to call the police, so I raise my claw and push it aside, watching it fly from the hallway to the kitchen across from us.

His heel turns to run, I get up to follow. I’m not going to let him get away.

I hear him panting hard. He can’t run that far. I’m already gaining on him. I can see his muted green pajamas more clearly now, just as I can see my claws reaching out towards him. It almost doesn’t look real, like I’m watching this on a movie. It’s weird. Really weird.

I hear his body falling on the ground before I see myself on top of him, ripping off his skin like the love poem I ripped from my notebook in ELA class, the love poem I gave to Corbin, the one he was supposed to like.

He stands no chance against me, but my smile hurts. It feels like it’s peeling off my skin, like it’s stabbing into my teeth. It hurts and yet I can’t stop smiling. I can’t stop tearing him apart. I can’t stop crying.

I can’t stop making a mess.