*This is under my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. This is in honor of National Creepypasta Day on October 13th. Laughing Jack was created by Snuffbomb. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33”. Enjoy!*

Izora  and Davorin walked together in the Mildregde Farm, decorated for Halloween. The young children had Hallows Eve’ excitement bubbling in their veins. Izora was a witch and Davorin a vampire, the classic creatures of the night. The children were taken to the Mildregde Farm every year in the morning of October 31st, so they could “warm up” for the nightly Trick-or-Treating.

At the farm, there were Halloween decorations and various Halloween-themed activities, like Haunted Houses (but they were never scary houses), pumpkin carving (how fun!), and the corn maze (they almost got lost in it last year, so they wouldn’t do it again).

Izora and Davorin were only walking together, thinking of things to do, when a voice asked behind them:

“Do you want to have fun?”

It was the strange, high, raspy voice that only a clown could have. There were never any clowns in the farm, so what was with the voice?

Just to be sure, the children turned around.

Sitting on the wheelbarrow was a towering clown, whose ragged black hair hung over his glassy white eyes. The skin on his face was smooth, pure white, save for the black around his eyes, the markings going through them, and the black on his lips.

The clown’s nose wasn’t like any they had seen before. It wasn’t round or circular, but pointed, like a cone, and covered in black and white stripes. The entire clown was black and white stripes personified. His black claws hung over his legs, as his arms were propped on his knees.

The clown chuckled, noticing the kid’s discomfort.

“Don’t worry. Though my teeth may be sharp, I don’t bite.” The clown said.

He smiled at the children, showing rows of pointed, white monster teeth.

“The name’s Laughing Jack! I’ve come to bring you candy and Halloween fun!” He said.

From his pockets, he threw candy, colorful, nondescript candy, on the ground.

“Go on, take them. It’s Halloween! Nobody is going to penalize you.” Laughing Jack said.

The children exchanged looks. They weren’t supposed to take candy from strangers, but they had never met such an interesting creature before, and who knew when they would again?

They scrambled towards the candy, grabbing as much as their little hands could hold.

“Now, what are your names?” Laughing Jack asked.

“I’m Izora!”

“My name is Davorin.”

“Unique and beautiful names! I like them!” Laughing Jack said, clapping his hands together.

“Thank you!” The children said in unison.

“Did you guys know that I have a magical carnival?” Laughing Jack asked.

“You do?” Davorin asked, for Izora was eating her candy.

“I sure as heck do! I’ve got lots of kids there who would love to meet you! Want to come?”

Laughing Jack seemed so sweet, so kind. Most of the adults in their neighborhood yelled and screamed, seeming to hate everything.

But not Laughing Jack. Laughing Jack was fun and had candy!

How could the children resist?

“Yes!” Davorin said. Izora nodded vigorously.

“Alrighty then! With a wave of my hands, we shall be taken to a Hallows’ Eve land!”

Laughing Jack waved his claws, enveloping them in black smoke.

In a split second, they disappeared. Not a single person noticed them missing. Not even their parents.