*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Laughing Jack’s creator is Snuffbomb and yes, the creator I mention in this story IS his actual creator and Creeps is an actual show on YouTube that his creator made. I don’t know if the show was supposed to be an AU the creator made or canon but it was made in like 2013 so I probably shouldn’t be too upset. I just wish LJ and a lot of other Creepypasta characters were taken more seriously during those times and not “memes”. Whatever, I made this fanfic off of my AU of LJ and I hope that it’s funny and that you enjoy it! He greets with “cheers” because he is canonically British! Also, LJ is a murderous demon clown from the Creepypasta fandom!*

Cheers, human worms. I’m not feeling particularly well, and I do sincerely apologize if I sound more vicious than usual.

I thought that not a single thing could get any more abysmal than they already were, but it appears that I was wrong.

A little whippersnapper told me about the YouTube show, “Creeps”, created by Snuffbomb, which was about me.

After I slaughtered the teen, I searched it up on the wasteful app “YouTube” (which was arduous to do with my claws) and watched all three episodes.

I knew Snuffbomb before he was Snuffbomb. I knew Snuffbomb when he was Steve Aikins.

Trust me, he’s not my creator. I’ve existed since the early 1800s, he didn’t create me.

But we did meet. On rocky circumstances, but we still met.

I was going to kill him. He was sobbing, begging for freedom. I don’t know what happened to me that day, but I was feeling particularly kind that day and spared his life.

What the devils was I thinking?

Steve didn’t forget me. He wrote stories about me. He posted me all over the internet, for everyone to know about my existence. He dressed up as me. He grossly misinterpreted my stories and my personality and turned me into the burping, “keNtUckY fRieD cHilDrEn” eating creature that haunts the screen in the show “Creeps”.

I wish that I never heard of that show, but I’m also glad that I did, because now I have more incentive to leave the Creepypasta fandom for good.

Because everyone knows who I am, I’d have to change my form. I haven’t considered doing this for centuries until now, and I have two forms in mind:

1. Anaëlle Duval, a classic “lady in white” who died after her terrible husband shot her to death with his shotgun after he found her merely conversing with Satan and attempting to be one of his followers. She lures people with her beauty and shows her true colors when it’s too late! People tend to take women in white more seriously than paranormal clowns, and I’d have my mysticism back, too.
2. Or I could be a shadow person. No backstory, no name. Just an awful, silent black shadow that watches others when they’re asleep.

I could also disappear off the face of this Earth. As an entity, I can do that.

If anyone has any better forms or other ideas for me, let me know! I can’t take much of this tomfoolery any longer. Seriously.