*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33”. Laughing Jack was created by Snuffbomb, Jason the toymaker was created by Krisantyl. This is one of my Creepypasta ships. Enjoy!*

Laughing Jack had one arm wrapped around Jason’s waist and one claw holding his hand. He tried his best to follow what Jason was doing, but he kept stepping on Jason’s feet, the static music on the radio seeming to cackle at him like spoiled children who thought that they knew everything.

“Don’t overthink it, love. Just take a few steps.” Jason said with a smile.

Laughing Jack did as he said, trying his best to not let the thoughts swirl and scream in his head. He wasn’t graceful, he wasn’t perfect, he-

“You’re doing wonderful!”Jason beamed, his green eyes holding hints of joy.

The dolls watched them both wide, curious eyes. Laughing Jack could hear the hushed whispers of the children as they waltzed, their voices in an incomprehensible jumble.

Jason was being awfully kind to him, for he did not dance as well as Jason, but still, he appreciated the words.

The static radio love songs were but a soft croon, a soothing mixture in all that was chaos and insanity. No, Laughing Jack did not want to change who he was. But that didn’t mean that he liked having random moments of paranoid thoughts of being abandoned, of being left to rot. His life wasn’t all cotton candy and spilled blood, it was also misery and suffocation.

With Jason by his side, he didn’t think much about anything. There was only the static songs and Jason’s eyes.

Static songs and Jason’s eyes. Static songs and Jason’s eyes. Static songs and Jason’s eyes. Static songs and Jason’s eyes.Static songs and Jason’s eyes.Static songs and Jason’s eyes. Static songs and Jason’s lovely green eyes, how bright are they! Like the paint on his dolls! Oh, how vividly vibrant they are! They twinkle so prettily, too. Isn’t he so beautiful? His soft, rag-doll skin crinkles when he smiles with his jagged teeth, bringing out those tempting angel eyes more! His voice, like silk ribbons twisting along! He makes the most alive dolls, too! So much patience with everything he does. Doesn’t he move like the swaying leaves on a tree? He moves in a much calmer way than me. Goodness, is there anything he can’t do?

Suddenly, Laughing Jack was lifted off his feet and spun around the air. The dolls all became a colorful blur, the static radio songs nothing but white noise. His stitched heart beat rapidly in his chest, his head was swarmed with feelings of ecstasy. Such pleasant feelings mostly came when he murdered and when said feelings arose, he could only do one thing:

A maniacal cackle rose and fell from his black lipsticked mouth, the whole world a free, delightful dream.

As quickly as it came, Jason lowered him to the ground, both arms around him in what Laughing Jack assumed to be a dip, for sometimes he saw humans dance and then “dip” one another, which was one slight lowering to the ground, just enough so that the one person could catch the other.

Laughing Jack still felt the remains of the event settling within him, like the last sparks of fireworks. Jason had a longing look in his eyes, the kind that Laughing Jack saw when he first opened the box, when he wanted so desperately to be with him, when love had started to overwhelm him completely. It was a look which looked as though it would spiral into an endless Ferris Wheel, one that Laughing Jack wouldn’t mind staying in forever.

The music had stopped. There was only silence, save for the whispers of the dead children. Yet neither let go of one another. Jason had brought Laughing Jack closer and closer until their faces were so close that not even the children spirits could hear them.

“You don’t have to be the most talented dancer out there. Just following the steps is enough. Besides, I couldn’t have asked for a better partner than you.” Jason whispered.

Well! He…he really thought those things, didn’t he? It was evident in his tone and in his eyes, not a single hint of a joke inside. Laughing Jack didn’t think he would joke or lie about such things, but still! Such words rendered him speechless! He always knew what to say at any moment, yet then and there, only a chuckle came out.

And then, Jason closed the small gap between them, kissing him ever so sweetly, ever so lovingly. Laughing Jack returned the favor, never wanting to forget the feeling of being wanted beyond his powers, beyond what he could give anyone.

Even the children stopped whispering. For that span of a moment, there was nothing in the world but an infinite void and the two of them.

Except instead of the empty void in the box all those years ago, Laughing Jack wasn’t lonely.

That made all the difference.