*This is a fanfic with the ship between Jason the Toymaker and Laughing Jack. Jason was created by Krisantyl, Laughing Jack was created by Snuffbomb. They are both in the Creepypasta fandom. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Enjoy!*

Jason stitched together strings and seams, making sure that the doll looked like a perfect combination of him and his love. He had never made a doll that wasn’t completely porcelain before, so he had reverted to his true form as claws would be easier to tinker away with.

He could hear the spirits of the children he killed and trapped in dolls muttering curiously about Jason’s newer creation in progress. He didn’t mind, it wasn’t like they were attempting to escape or anything. They couldn’t, in the state that they were in.

But the doll right before him was going to be used for a different purpose. It wasn’t going to be merely something that held a ghost, it was going to be his and Laughing Jack’s child! Of course, neither of them would actually love the child, as that was sheer ridiculousness, but having a child lure other children to them would prove rather helpful! From Jason’s understanding, young children obeyed their parents without any further questioning, looking up to them as the ultimate truth, believing it impossible for them to tell lies.

Sure, Jason and Laughing Jack could manipulate children to do whatever they wanted them to do, but having a child of their own would require a lot less work to gain trust.

Plus, maybe Jason could learn what it was that made children so desirable, so wanted by others. He didn’t think about it much, but sometimes, he wondered what life would be like if he didn’t ever have the desire to hurt people. Maybe Amelia would still be his friend. Maybe his parents would let him play more. Maybe-

Maybe this, maybe that. It was never Jason’s fault that he became what he was. Most people didn’t know how to talk to him and his parents just wanted him to be a “genius”. They didn’t let him play with any toys, that was how much they cared about making him “smart”.

Besides, if Jason never went down the path that he did, he would have never created the toy shop, never would have become a cryptid that defied death, never would have showed the miserable children of his town what it was like to feel true pain, never would have briefly joined a carnival filled with creatures he didn’t like very much, and most importantly-

He would have never met Laughing Jack, the only one who could truly understand his darkness, the one who could make the music box in his chest feel like a heart again.

Jason sewed up the last seam of the child-sized doll, wiping a few strands of white hair from his face with his claws, feeling a sliver of pride slip inside of him as he stared at the girl-creature with waist-long crimson red hair, just like the hair he had in his false form, with streaks of black, just like Laughing Jack’s hair, her skin peach and pale, made of wax and cloth, her nose a black and white striped cone, just like Laughing Jack’s, just like-

“That doll looks absolutely exquisite!” A rasping, guttural voice cried out giddily from behind Jason, a sound that made him jump out of surprise at first until he realized who it was.

“I’m glad that you think so, but couldn’t you announce your presence?“ Jason asked, turning around to face him.

Laughing Jack, with his shoulder-length, choppy black hair in mangled strands in front of his pale, leathery face that Jason loved to run his claw through, his white eyes that sparkled so prettily under the moonlight, his black and white striped long-sleeved shirt that always had at least one splatter of blood on it, his black baggy pants and shining black clown shoes, his black suspenders, his…

His lovely maggot-infested smile that Laughing Jack was using in a cheeky manner at the moment, saying:

“Sorry about that, I’m quite used to creeping up quietly behind others. Now, I’ve found a fitting candidate for the doll that you are creating right now. She’s about ten years old, her name is Aeliana, and she has these rather awful friends who don’t listen to any rules. How bad are they? Moments ago they were throwing rocks at shop windows and Aeliana was left all alone. It’ll take a while, but I’m confident that if I keep visiting her, she’ll open up to me more, and then I’ll bring her here, to you. I still need more time to get to know her.”

Jason glanced over at the doll he was making, which looked somewhat like it’d be ten years old from the mere height of it. Tall, but not quite tall. Even in the glass eyes it looked like it’d be ten years old.

He then turned towards Laughing Jack, feeling a grin spread across his ragged face. Like always, LJ didn’t let him down. In about no time, they’d have a doll-child-creature following their very orders!

It was in moments like those that Jason remembered how neatly his life was going as an adult, as a child-killing ghoul of porcelain toys and circus candy.

“Of course, I don’t expect you to know everything about her now. But I’m so happy that you were able to find somebody, I knew that you would, and-it’s getting well off into the evening, isn’t it? The sky is at a dim pink-orange color. Soon, it will be night and then, we will kill! Every night that I go out and kill, I feel this sort of joy inside of me, but now, with this good news, it’s brimming in my skin! I won’t lie to you, I was a little anxious about how this would carry out, but now that you’ve found a soul to trap, I feel more sure about carrying this out.” Jason said, a bright, peppery feeling that he took to be optimism burning inside of him.

With all that cheerfulness skittering in his not-quite alive body, Laughing Jack’s ever-growing beam adding on to it, he had to do something. Something marvelous, something monumental, something-

“What do you say about going on a killing spree right now? A little celebration for all that we’re doing? I’m feeling a bit murderous, are you?” Jason asked.

Laughing Jack didn’t say anything for a moment, he just stared at Jason unblinkingly, as if he were like the dolls that lined the shelves that Jason’s toy shop, just like how he slept, and then-

“Why, murder is the best way to celebrate! Let’s go now, the humans are waiting!” Laughing Jack grinned, extending his claw for Jason to take.

Before Jason accepted it, though, he imagined his hair gaining color, his green eyes becoming a golden-brown, his skin becoming smooth, and his claws morphing into fingers. If he was going out to kill, he had to be in his human form to trick his victims.

Once he became “human”, he joined Laughing Jack for a magnificent night of murder, proud of them both for what they achieved that day.