*This is a fanfic short story of the Creepypasta ship child created by me. Her name is Janice, and she is the ship child between Laughing Jack and Jeff the killer. Laughing Jack was created by Snuffbomb and Jeff the killer was created by GameFuelTV. I plan to write more with Janice, this just a little thing for when she’s a middle schooler. This is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff” . There is a mild swear in this, the kind that maybe somebody in middle school (or elementary school if the kid really wants to be “bad”) would use. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33”. Enjoy!*

There he is. The love of my life. With his dreamy brown eyes and curly black hair, he’s like a real life vampire! He’s so pale and he dresses in cool red and black clothes with chains and studded belts! He’s…he’s Corbin Knight!

Corbin has been my crush since fourth grade. It’s seventh grade now. I’m not nine anymore, I’m thirteen. So much older than when I used to be and so now, I need to be more mature.

Valentine’s Day is coming up soon. It’s February tenth right now. I know that I’m a girl and that it’s more typical for guys to write love letters and give girls poems and stuff, but I haven’t gotten anything. I mean, I try to be as optimistic as I can be, but I’m not stupid. I know what people think of me, especially guys. I’ve got messy hair and I don’t wear clothes that match and I’m also not really keen on talking to people because people suck, but Corbin is different. Corbin would get me. Corbin would understand me. He likes dark and creepy things, so he would like me.

Better yet, my parents, who are super famous Creepypastas, would like him. They always say that humans don’t really care about them, that they just think that they’re both “edgy and cool” and that they don’t take into account the pain that came to make them the way that they are. My parents say that the humans are just “fans” of different versions of them, not the real them. They say to be especially careful of the super edgy people because they’re just “stupid teens who act all tough without knowing what real hardship is.”

I keep trying to tell my parents that they’re wrong, but they don’t believe me. They will when I tell them all about Corbin and how great he is!

But now, what do I do? How am I going to make Corbin my boyfriend? What do I do to get him to stay?

My best friend, Endora, said that I’m supposed to do all these steps to make a guy want me, like show my face more and dress nice and stuff like that. It would be easy, but I’m not allowed to show my face because of the way I look. I look just like both of my parents put together and humans would be scared of my face. They’d ask too many questions, too, so my parents make me cover my face with my hair. As for my clothes? I don’t care. I like my clothes. I think they’re cool. I wish I didn’t have to cover my face, but maybe when I’m older I will be able to show my face more. My parents said they were going to pull me out of school sometime in eleventh grade, like in September or something, so that I could start murdering like them. I’m really excited for that, but that’s not for a long time. Endora knows who my parents are and why I cover my face but she still thinks that I can cover it with makeup or something. I don’t think it would work, but she won’t listen to me.

My parents always said to be myself no matter what. I like it when they say that but it gets harder to believe because they can be themselves without anybody really knowing about them but I still have to go to school and pretend to be a human. I’m not even allowed to talk to a lot of people because then they would end up knowing too much about me and my parents. The only reason they like Endora is because she’s kind of weird in a way that’s not super showy but still weird. She’s just a normal human but she doesn’t really care that my parents kill people. She’s okay with it. I don’t understand why my parents take me to school if they hate humans and think 90% of them should die. They said that it was because I should learn how awful humans are so that I could kill them more easily, but I still don’t like it. It’s boring and stupid and the only good things about it are recess, Endora, and Corbin.

But Corbin! How do I make a super romantic love poem for Corbin? I’m in English class and I’m supposed to be writing some kind of central main idea essay thing on this book called “Romeo and Juliet”, but I didn’t read it because it’s not scary and doesn’t have any monsters in it. If there’s no monsters, clowns, or haunted houses, then what’s the point of reading or watching anything? One of my Dads is a clown so that’s kind of why I like clowns, but also just because they’re cool.

But Corbin. I should focus on the main task at hand instead of dilly-dallying. What do I write for Corbin? My parents always said that blood and gore is the most romantic thing in the world because it’s red and red is in Valentine’s Day, so it must be romantic. Also because people like to get human remains and stuff like that as gifts. At least, that’s what my parents told me. I don’t think they would lie or be wrong. They’re parents. Parents never lie and they’re never wrong! They know lots of things! But Endora said not to be too scary, as if that were even possible. I’m not scary! People are just uncultured.

I think I know what I want to write now. Instead of doing the crappy essay, I’m using my sparkly pink fountain pen and writing in my notebook:

“Day will turn into night

What’s alive will die

The world may go dry

But you’ll always be the love of my life

You have a vampire magic within you

It’s oh so alluring!

Won’t you be my boyfriend?

Don’t let your heart break in two

Being with me is oh so assuring!”

Should I sign my name on the bottom of it? No, he’ll know it’s from me when I give him the poem right when the dismissal bell rings. I’ll just have to catch up to him before he runs off to his next class. I would give it to him now, but he sits in the middle and I sit all the way in the back, so I don’t want to get up and give it to him. People would talk. They already say enough stuff about me. I don’t want them to say more.

I really like my poem. I think my writing has gotten better over the years. I hope that Corbin likes it too.

That would be very nice.