*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=975 . This fanfic features a ship between the Creepypasta characters Laughing Jack and Emra (Laughing Jack was created by Snuffbomb, Emra was created by Highwind-Valo). I’m pretty sure I’m the only person who ships them together because I have not seen anybody else ship them together, as Emra is not super popular and she has a vastly different personality than Laughing Jack. But trust me, please. I have vision! Oh and The Puppeteer and Zachary will be mentioned too, they are apart of Emra’s origin story and were created by Bleedingheartworks. Isaac is also mentioned, he’s a character from LJ’s origin story. Santa Claus is also in this story. I made other fanfics with Emra and Laughing Jack but I have not posted them. I will someday! Now…enjoy and Scary Creepmas!*

OUT IN THE SNOW

It was a cold night, as were all nights in December. Snow was covering the ground like glistening crystals, the white made brighter by the moon and in the white, there were hints of red.

Laughing Jack held the body of a little boy in his arms, the boy’s blood dripping onto the white ground. The black, bare trees looked akin to bones twisting in the darkness of night, the specks of white falling on the ground like ghosts.

It was quiet except for the crunch of his boots on the ground. The boy had screamed when Laughing Jack came into his room, but he was prepared to silence those screams fast. By the time the boy’s parents would have come up the stairs, he had already run away with the boy’s body.

Christmas was a strange time for him. It was during Christmas, back in the early eighteen hundreds, when Laughing Jack had first come to Earth. He had made friends with a boy named Isaac and he was just happy to be the boy’s friend, for all eternity.

It was also during Christmas that Laughing Jack had killed Isaac, many, many years later, when Isaac had grown up and forgotten about him. When Isaac became a vicious murderer himself, all of whatever joy and innocence he had left in him gone.

Christmas time was not a time of carefree cheer for him. It reminded him of everything that he lost, of the clown that he once was, and how he would never be that clown again. Yes, Laughing Jack was fine, but he didn’t know for certain if he was happy. He killed because he wanted humans to suffer, he killed because he knew that humans would never feel the sheer loneliness that he felt when Isaac left him, and he killed children especially because once they grew up, they would become selfish, evil monsters and so, killing them made them his forever. Killing them gave Laughing Jack friends, even if they all hated him, even-

“Hello, Laughing Jack! I need your help!” A voice infused with cheer and a bit of fear boomed right behind him.

Laughing Jack turned around to face the being that had spoken to him. He knew who it was already, but he did not want it to be true.

And yet it was. With his white beard and red coat, the twinkle in his eyes, it was none other than Santa Claus, looking…slightly nervous? Well, of course he was! He was face-to-face with Laughing Jack!

“Now, I don’t approve of your…of what you do and you don’t approve of what I do, but…kids these days are just…it pains me to say it…they’re just not good like they used to be. I was wondering if…ah…um…if you would…dispose of…the naughty children for me.”

Santa looked like he had just cursed, his eyes were wide with terror and Laughing Jack felt anger and shock twisting inside of him as the gravity of what Santa was asking settled in him.

“You’re asking me to kill children? For YOU?!”

“I wouldn’t use that word, but yes, I want you to get rid of the naughty children. Only the naughty ones, though. Not the nice ones.” Santa said, as if that would make a difference.

Laughing Jack couldn’t help but cackle at the request. That was rich of Santa, to come up to him, asking him to help in such manners, when he spent centuries criticizing everything that Laughing Jack did, all the murders that he committed.

Santa looked as though he wanted to disappear, but he stayed, an annoying sort of determination in his eyes.

But when he could feel the cackle die down, the irritation settled within him and Laughing Jack said:

“I don’t kill anyone for anybody. I kill who I want, on my own terms. What makes you think that I’d work for you, even if it’s one night? And what fun is it to just kill naughty kids? That’s just boring.”

With that, he turned around and walked away, holding the dead boy close, feeling violent urges twisting inside of him and wanting to spare Santa from it.

Laughing Jack couldn’t actually kill Santa, it was impossible, but Santa would probably trap him in some dimension where all the “evil boogeymen” monsters lived and no, he was not about to be trapped in some strange dimension just because he got mad. Nope, he wouldn’t risk it.

“Wait! I’ll let you kill one good kid if you just do this for me!” Santa called out.

For a moment, Laughing Jack stopped. The fact that Santa was letting him kill one good kid was surprising for him. Santa must have been rather desperate to call upon the likes of him, anyhow.

But then, he continued walking, because what good would it be to just kill one good kid? And again, Laughing Jack worked for no one. If Santa had a problem, then he should have fixed it himself.

Laughing Jack killed who he wanted to kill, on his own terms.

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AT LAUGHING JACK’S CARNIVAL

Laughing Jack placed the dead boy’s body on a carousel horse, just like some of the other kids on the carousel horses. He put the kids’ dead bodies in many different places at his carnival.

Even with the gaunt and twisting structures of his abandoned carnival, the snow that fell down on it made it look somewhat enchanting, almost like a place children would actually want to go to. It wasn’t too bad to look at, but he would have liked it if there was no snow at all.

It snowed the night Laughing Jack came to Isaac. The world was blanketed in feathery white, like how he imagined the angels’ wings to be. He didn’t remember what they looked like, but he thought that they were a soft white. Though Isaac had nothing, Laughing Jack still saw his room as a safe and magical place, a place where they could all play games and dream, without anybody else to bother them, because they were friends and friends always stuck together and-

But they were not friends. Not really. They had not connected the way he thought that they did. It had been many centuries and still, there was a twisting, gnawing sense that it was he who had done something wrong, that he had not loved enough, had not tried hard enough.

“I think you should kill those naughty kids, like Santa asked you to.”

Laughing Jack blinked, hardly believing his own eyes. He recognized the silhouette of a tutu and a high bun, but he couldn’t believe that she out of all people had found him, had even bothered to see him at all.

“Emra? What are you doing here?” He asked, a bit baffled with her presence.

She stepped closer to him and then, he could see her cracks on her porcelain skin more clearly, her broken red lips smiling up at him.

“I grasped through the threads of the world to break into a paranormal one and then, I searched for a trail of your candy. Candy is your symbol, isn’t it? I then found your carnival and watched you from afar, awaiting the right time to come up to you and now, now is that time. Go out and kill some naughty kids, okay?” Emra said with a smile that actually seemed genuine.

This had confused Laughing Jack even further, because wasn’t she against murder? Wasn’t she against everything he stood for? She was supposed to be the “soft, sweet ballerina” so why was she saying all of that…to him?

“You’re not mad that I kill children for my own joy? I would have thought you’d hate me.”

“Because you are not vicious like him, no matter how much you think you are. I know that your heart is broken. You’re not too different from me. After all, you saved me from him, The Puppeteer, and I am eternally grateful for that.”

“But that’s the only “good” thing I did. That’s hardly any reason to be with me. Now, please leave me. I have to get ready for my nightly circus performance.” Laughing Jack said, turning around and walking away.

He wasn’t sure if Emra would really leave, but he heard her leaping away in true ballerina fashion and it gave him hope that he’d have time to get rid of the strange prickly feeling he felt inside him when she was around, the feeling that told him that maybe he wasn’t as evil as he thought, that maybe, he was even a little bit kind, that-

No. The thought of anyone falling in love with him was a joke, a complete joke. Who would love his maggot smile, his chattering cackle, and wicked ways?

Nobody would.

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AFTER EMRA LEAVES

Laughing Jack sat on a seat on his ferris wheel, thinking about Emra’s visit and Santa’s request. It was so unlike the both of them to come up to him, to talk to him.

Well, not Emra, actually. She didn’t hate him when he came to save her, so why would she hate him later on? He just thought that she hated him because he was…different.

Murder was always wonderful, but if he did what Santa asked, then wouldn’t she think that he was evil? Wouldn’t she see how cruel he was when he murdered one innocent child? What if doing it would set him in a trap and make Emra never want to see him again? Just because he saved her didn’t mean that she would like him.

But then, wouldn’t it be lovely to have a little Christmas murder spree? To make a heart of entrails for Emra? Maybe she’d like it. She liked the color red. Red was the color of her tutu.

As the snow kept drifting on the ground, Laughing Jack felt his inner tensions ease and his determination rise.

He was already insane, but he’d be mad to refuse Santa’s idea.

“So I found out that you changed your mind! Wonderful! Here’s the list of naughty children! When you’re done with that, I’ll give you the list of nice children!” Santa beamed, materializing out of nowhere and handing Laughing Jack a list of naughty children.

“Where did you come from and how did you know I changed my mind?” Laughing Jack asked, because while Santa was all-powerful, there was no way he was that powerful, right?

“I can read minds! I poured my energy into reading yours and came at once! Now, I must go as I have presents to distribute! Have a wonderful night!” Santa said.

As quickly as he came, he disappeared, leaving Laughing Jack with the list in his claws and some kind of determination to kill the kids, just so he could show Santa who he hired and why he was a thing to be feared.

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A MURDEROUS SPREE

Killing naughty kids was much more fun than he imagined it to be. Laughing Jack liked to watch them cry and plead for their lives, as if their lives were worth something and so, it was quite satisfactory to watch them get what they deserved.

Just like when Isaac Grossman cursed him out, called him a freak, when he ripped Isaac open and bled him into nothingness.

Besides, if the kids were bad then, who was to say they wouldn’t be more horrible as adults? After all, Isaac laughed when Laughing Jack accidentally killed a cat centuries ago and then, Isaac grew up to be a murderer. What most people failed to understand was that Laughing Jack was doing a good thing. By killing children, he stopped them from growing up. He stopped them from becoming bad.

After he had finished the list, he did not wait for Santa to come and give him the nice list. He saw a baby girl’s room in the house of the older brother he killed and since she was not on the list, he assumed that she was a “good kid”.

So, Laughing Jack snatched her away, without any hesitation at all.

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BACK AT THE CARNIVAL

When he got back to his carnival, he placed the baby on the tricks table, where he performed all his murders in front of children he kidnapped. Nobody was around to watch him kill, but that was alright. Laughing Jack killed without an audience many times before. All he had to do was plunge his claws deep into the baby’s flesh and…

Why was the baby looking at him with a smile? What reason did she have to be smiling? And was she…was she giggling?! At him?! Did she think that he was funny-looking? Yes, Laughing Jack knew that he was a clown, but that was no reason for her to laugh! He was a scary clown! An evil, heartless demonic one! He killed her older brother! Wouldn’t she sense it with her psychic baby sense or something?

But his raised claw shook above the baby, completely frozen in midair. Frazzled, jumbled feelings skittered all about inside of him. The more he thought about it, the more he grew unsure on whether he was finally too insane for himself or if he actually, genuinely, cared about the baby in the pink and white striped onesie that was staring at him, kicking her legs and giving him a toothless grin as if she wasn’t just kidnapped from her home.

“We could be a family.” Emra said-wait, Emra?! Why was she in his carnival again?

Laughing Jack turned around, greatly annoyed that Emra was still in his circus. Yes, it was nice to see her, but she wasn’t supposed to be in his circus! He told her to go away and she didn’t!

“A family? I don’t want to start a family. That stuff is for humans. And do you really think I could be a Dad? Really?”

“You could if you tried hard enough. The Puppeteer was a Dad.”

Laughing Jack froze. The Puppeteer may have been an adopted father to Zachary, but he didn’t love Zachary. And he treated Emra horribly. The Puppeteer killed people but kept Emra and Zachary as his “family”.

And Emra wanted them to be a family like the last one she was in? Why? Laughing Jack took it upon himself to save Emra and Zachary and yet she came back to him, asking for what had already ruined her afterlife?

He turned back towards the smiling baby. As lovely as it was to imagine that he could have a family with Emra, he didn’t think it was realistic. He was a monster. He could not love. Anything that he felt for Emra would be twisted into something evil, something that would deeply damage her. If he took the baby in as his daughter and Emra as his wife, then he would be just like The Puppeteer. He was not soft. He could not be soft.

But maybe…ah…maybe he could make something work without turning out like The Puppeteer. He was more creative than that sorry excuse of a puppet master. He could find solutions to impossible problems.

Perhaps he could make the baby better than other children.

“Maybe raising a kid with you won’t be so bad, but if I’m doing that, then she has to be a murderer.” Laughing Jack said, hoping that Emra would drop the topic.

“A murderer? Why? What if she doesn’t want to be a murderer?!” Emra cried out, her glassy red eyes wide with disbelief.

“She won’t kill just anyone. Only people who are mean to her and others. That’s fine with you, right?”

If it weren’t fine with her then he’d kill the baby. He wasn’t going to make the baby completely like him. It wasn’t like he wanted to be a murderer anyway, but he had to be if he didn’t want to be walked all over.

“Yes, that’s fine.” Emra said.

She didn’t sound too happy about it, but when he gave her the baby to hold, she smiled and held the child close to her.

Something warm bloomed in Laughing Jack’s chest. He could not quite define it, but it seemed to him like the love of Christmas blossoming through.

It was time for new beginnings.