Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence.
*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=1215. The main character in this fanfic is my OC ship child, Janice. She is the daughter of Laughing Jack (created by Snuffbomb) and Jeff the Killer (created by GameFuelTV). This is going to be the last Valoween fanfic I’ll post and then I’ll do my regular stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and Happy Valoweekend!*
I open the door to my house and make sure to close it carefully, so that my fathers don’t hear. They don’t really sleep, so I have to make sure that I don’t alert them. I think I’m good right now. I just have to walk to my room real quietly and-
“Why are you up right now?”
I stop. I hear my Clown-Dad behind me. He must have heard me go inside.
Maybe I can avoid telling him what happened.
“I’m always up. I was just sleepwalking-“
“You don’t sleepwalk and you’re covered in blood. What happened? Who did you kill?”
There’s this deep, faint anger swimming inside of me at the fact that he even cares at all, but my eyes are stinging with the threat of tears coming down. Like I haven’t already cried my eyes out before.
I turn around to face him, the blood on the ends of my hair smacking my face and the words come tumbling out:
“I-I wanted to talk to Corbin, so I went to his house. I told him that if he didn’t like me-or you and Dad-that I wouldn’t want to be with him and he was just worried that I was going to kill him! I mean, I did kill him and I killed his parents too, but like-why couldn’t he-why couldn’t he just-it probably sounds ridiculous, but-“
“It’s not. You don’t want him to be afraid of you. I get that. I didn’t want your father to be afraid of me when we first met. You’re not being ridiculous at all. But…”
My Clown Dad sighs. He looks like he’s going to say sorry to me. I can feel the energy of an apology in the air, like fear but more sad. Maybe I’m reading the energy wrong, though. He doesn’t really say sorry.
“I shouldn’t have grabbed you so tightly when I was talking about Isaac. I shouldn’t have scared you like that. It’s just-I’m really scared for you to meet the wrong people. We both are. That’s why we want you to kill. So you can protect yourself. But not everyone in your life is going to be an Isaac Grossman and we-I, especially-can’t always stop you from meeting humans. You’re going to meet a few good ones, the okay ones, and the ones that you need to kill. So, Janice…were Corbin and his parents people that you needed to kill?”
I can’t believe it. My Clown Dad is asking me how I feel about murder? But he and my Knife-Dad always assume that I’m happy when I murder!
Well, looking back on it, Corbin would not have wanted to talk to me. He would have left me alone. Maybe he would have told everyone what I was. Maybe his parents would have too. People might not believe them, but some would. And it’s not like it would stop people from thinking that I’m weird or anything like that. I know what people think of me and my parents. I know we scare them.
That’s why I killed them all. So they would not live to talk about us. Because I’m tired of it.
“Yes. I don’t feel bad for killing them, I just wish he was different. I just wished he liked me. But I’m okay right now.”
I think I feel better now. I still feel a little upset, but better. I just need to lie down and-
“It’s okay if you don’t feel better. We’re always here for you.”
My heart strings are tangling up, but not in a bad way. I didn’t expect him to say that. I didn’t think he would say that. But it’s nice. It’s really nice.
I would run to him if it weren’t for my leg, but because my leg is too long, I limp up to him and hug him tight.
He hugs me back, running a claw through my hair. I’m going to go to my room soon, but not yet.
I’m going to stay here a little bit.
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@Wolfi @lovelydove @Fishr here is the last part!
These also connect to this:
After Valentine’s Day (part one)
After Valentine’s Day (part two)
Hi again! Lim here with another short review.
The ending to this story leaves me feeling a bit somber, with a hint of dread. Again, there's a blend teenage normalcy (Janice wanting both her parents affection AND for them to leave her alone) with the very not-normal situation (they're all killers and Janice is basically figuring out her relationship to murder).
I understand this story as showing Janice's coming-of-age, where she goes from having a more naive and hopeful vision for her relationship to other people to becoming more calculating and pessimistic. This gets reinforced when Laughing Jack asks her outright if she "needed" to kill Corbin and his family and she works out in her head that the answer is 'yes'.
Laughing Jack's character development as a parent is interesting here.
With these lines it feels like he's taking responsibility for Janice hurting other people, which somewhat humanises him even in a very messed up situation. He notably doesn't automatically say 'you killed someone? good job!' like Janice seems to assume he might.
I don't remember getting the feeling that Janice's parents actively encourage her to kill in the first chapter? I feel like it would have been good to show something that the parents do that could possibly make her think that, as an impressionable child.
The hug was a good place for an ending. It really conveys how for Janice, this is all just part of her growing up (although for Corbin, the night's events would read much differently).
Hope this helps!
-Lim
Thx for reading/advice! I have written some other fanfics about them which kind of talk about murder more, but I do appreciate that you read this and I’m glad you enjoyed this!
Good afternoon! The Green Room finally got chosen again so here I am to finish reading this mini story =D
While I like the first paragraph, I kinda don’t feel like this is the right moment to phrase this sentence like this: “I hear my Clown-Dad behind me.“ She already heard him speak and she’s stopped so the continuity is muddled and unclear. It just makes it sound repetitive :/ Not helped by the fact that you have “heard” in the next sentence too ^^°
I love how she thinks she can deflect when her dad rightly points out that she’s covered in blood. Perfect delivery =D
Oh my, the negative reinforcement this poor girl gets, no wonder she cannot help but murder all the inconveniences away….
I am curious about this creepypasta philosophy. It kinda sounds like they are at least somewhat impervious to physical damage and therefore hard to kill. So he wants her to be able to protect herself from emotional damage by murdering all those that cause her pain, ne? Not considering that maybe murdering ppl you thought you liked and who might have been able to change her mind doesn’t cause its own kinda dmg…
Cute scene at the end :3
PS: good job on just using dialogue formatting that is correct!
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Well, Creepypastas can be however the people in the fandom interpret them to be. There isn%u2019t really a set personality for them because they were internet OCs that got popular in the 2000s-2010s period. But since they are creatures who murder people because of something that happened in their origin stories, I%u2019ve interpreted them to kill BECAUSE they are afraid of humans. Because they think humans will hurt them further and therefore undeserving of a second chance. It%u2019s not very healthy to believe that, but they are not in a very sound state of mind. I hope that made sense.
Thank you for reading!