Should Sally appear?

*This Creepypasta fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Sally is a Creepypasta character created by La Mishi-Mishi, Laughing Jack is a Creepypasta character created by Snuffbomb and Sam is a Creepypasta character created by CamyWilliams9. This is my AU mixed with some canon stuff. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Enjoy!*

Sally sat in the attic, away from the rest of the family as she thought of what Sam had suggested.

Appear in front of my parents. They’ll believe in ghosts if they see you.

It wasn’t exactly what he said, but it was what he meant. Appearing in front of them wouldn’t be a problem, but would they take the hint to run away or die from shock at the sight of her? Besides, there was still something deep inside of her, a nagging, gnawing feeling at the prospect of appearing in front of adults, when adults had failed her in life, when they couldn’t even protect her from-

Sally could see his claws before she heard his laugh. As monstrous as he was, he wasn’t the one who had killed her. In a way, he was better than that man for being the creature that he was.

He was still bothersome, though.

“Trying to get rid of them? Just do the whole poltergeist routine and they’ll run away screaming!” Laughing Jack cackled, sitting cross-legged a few feet away from her.

“I am not going to scare away a human family. I’m trying to keep them away from you.” Sally snapped, getting up from the ground and using her abilities to teleport to a corner.

“Why? Are you allergic to fun? I thought you ghost kids liked tormenting people!” Laughing Jack cried out.

No, she didn’t like tormenting people. She didn’t even like killing Uncle Johnny. She just wanted him dead.

If Laughing Jack knew that Uncle Johnny killed her, then he knew that he hurt her, what she must have felt when she killed him, how killing him still didn’t save her from the nightmares, the feeling that the world had been drained of its vibrancy and that she was the only real person out there.

That clown had only been in her life for a few years and yet he still thought that he could scare her? Like she still had a child mind? Like she could be used so easily?

“I need you to get out.” Sally said. She didn’t feel like bringing down all of her fury upon him. Her energy was not to be wasted on such creatures like him.

She didn’t hear anything, so she turned around.

He was gone. Perhaps he was done with her for the moment, but she knew that he hadn’t really left, that he’d return at the most inconvenient moments, just like how a cockroach never really died.

Great. She could think without him laughing in her ear.