*This fanfic is under my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=116005&start=1065. The main character in this fanfic is my OC, Raisa Accardi, who is the ship child of Laughing Jack (created by Snuffbomb) and Jason the Toymaker (created by Krisantyl.) This is from the Creepypasta fandom.  Raisa is eight years old. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!*

4/21/1955

Hello,

I’m sorry for not writing here for two days. I was very busy yesterday and the day before. Yesterday, I had to go to Cheryl’s house. I hate Cheryl. Cheryl always pulls my hair in class. I kept telling the teacher but she never did anything, so I told my parents and they said I had to go to her house and invite her to mine. They said they were going to “save her” and “make her good”.

I didn’t want to go to her house because I don’t want to see her as a doll, but they said I would never have to talk to her again if I listened. I did not want to do it but my fathers said if I didn’t then I would get this taken away, so I did.

I already know where she lives because she lives closer to school, so I went to her house with my clown Dad (who wore a human costume) and told her all about it. Normally I go by myself but I guess they both knew how much I hated her so one of them decided to come with me.

Cheryl agreed to come because she “liked the circus” and “wanted to see cool stuff”. I haven’t seen her all day today and my fathers won’t tell me where she is.

But the day before? I played with my dolls in the woods. We have the entire local woods as our backyard since we live a little bit further from everybody else, but not too far. I put my dolls next to the trees and ran around holding one of their hands. I was pretending that we all lived in a beautiful palace and we could all run until we had to fight a dragon or something.

We were all having fun laughing together until the doll I was holding said that he wanted to go home and I said “later” and then he said “No, my real home, not your home”.

I thought that was a mean thing to say because my fathers always make sure that the children feel happy in our house and because I play with them. They are my friends and they know how much we all like them, so when he said that, I told him he was wrong.

He started crying really loudly, which scared all of the small animals and made them run. He also made all of the other children cry which wasn’t nice because they were all feeling good until he said something. I tried telling him to stop but he wouldn’t listen, so I took him and the other dolls back home and then fed him to the giant purple worm called “Mr. Glutten” that my human-ish father made for all of the “bad children”.

He screamed but then he stopped. I didn’t want to do it, I don’t like hearing them scream, I just wish that he wasn’t rude.

I almost cried but stopped myself. My parents say that crying doesn’t help anything and that if I cry too much then I’ll just be weak and people will hurt me.

I was too angry and tired and sad to write in my diary the other days, but I’m okay now!

Goodbye,

Raisa.