*So, this is a fanfic of a Creepypasta ship child I made. It’s a ship child of Laughing Jack (Creepypasta created by Snuffbomb) and Jeff the killer (created by GameFuelTV). This is under my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Janice is around 11-12 years old in this fanfic. Also, “Go to sleep” is Jeff’s catchphrase and sometimes Janice says it! Her parents curse a lot, but Jeff curses more, and so, she curses too. Her last name is “Grossman” because that was the last name of Isaac, Laughing Jack’s former friend whom he murdered in his canon origin story and when Jeff and LJ were making Janice with a ritual involving blood, bones, and candy, LJ used some of Isaac’s flesh and even took Isaac’s last name for her in order to mess with him. No, Isaac did not agree to what LJ did and it bothers him that some of his features and his last name are used for LJ’s kid-like creature. Anyway, enjoy!*

Hellllooo, human! My name is Janice. Janice Ruth Grossman, to be exact. I loveeee painting my nails, buying stuff from Justice, watching Invisible Sister one hundred million times (it’s my favorite movie!), making cupcakes with pink frosting, buying Barbies from thrift stores that have cool colorful hair and stylish glitterly clothes, and of course, I can’t forget, murdering with my parents!

You’re probably wondering, who are my awesome parents who let me join their super duper fun very bloody murder sprees? I bet your parents don’t let you join in on their own murder sprees, right? They don’t let you have any fun because they’re not cool like mine.

Don’t be sad! Maybe you’ll meet my parents someday! Anyway, my parents are Laughing Jack and Jeff the killer! Cool, right? Yeah, I know. You probably wish you had Creepypastas as your parents so you could stab your knife (or claws lolz) into somebody’s heart and be like “YOU’RE DEAD SUCKER! YOU DIEDDDDD!!! YOU’RE DEADER THAN A DOORNAIL!” and then walk around school like nothing happened, but you don’t have Creepypastas as parents, because you’re just a lame, boring human who does lame, boring human stuff.

Sometimes, my parents will curse so much when a murder doesn’t go right or when something breaks at home or when the stupid fucking proxies (don’t tell them I said those words or I will like totally make you go to sleep) break into our house and demand freedom. My Dad that’s kind of human always tells them to “go the fuck away” and that they don’t “deserve any freedom” and my Dad that’s a clown who has like magical superpowers but is NOT emo Pennywise (he really hates being called that) tells them that they’re just “mindless children in the grand scheme of life” or whatever. What he says after that is hard to hear because then his thick British accent comes in and then his words sound like gibberish and my kind of sort human Dad yells at him for being “too British and not American enough” and then my not Emo Pennywise clown Dad tells him not to insult his British accent because he’s insulting his culture and then my kind of sort human Dad tells him that he doesn’t have any culture because he was literally sent from Heaven to Earth and then my not emo Pennywise clown Dad tells him that he adapted British culture into his lifestyle and that he should be allowed to freely be British, but then the proxies leave and my parents sort of just stare at each other before moving on with their lives and-

What was I talking about again? Oh yes, movies! Contrary to popular belief, my parents hate horror movies. I think part of it has to do with the fact that there aren’t any horror movies with them in it and the fact that they get compared to The Joker, Pennywise, Art the clown and many more. But it’s also because they actually get annoyed with how the victims are so incredibly dumb in their choices, they say that their own victims were a lot smarter and that horror movie directors undermine how hard it is to be a murderer and to get the right kills done to do the murder right and all that. In fact, every time I try to get my parents to watch a horror movie with me they either turn it down or watch it for like five seconds before complaining about the plot and the characters and whatnot. My parents may be edgy, but nobody hates horror movies more than them.

That’s why they like watching the movies I like with me, because they say it’s more interesting and bearable than a movie about a silly teenager trying to kill a monster. They say that at least silly teenagers are being silly in the right place. They’re cool like I said before, but they’re even cooler when they watch my movies with me. It’s nice.

But being a child of Creepypastas isn’t always cool. They say a lot of silly things and they smile and laugh a lot, but sometimes, there are moments where they are silent and have this look in their eyes that sort of looks sad. I always ask them if anything is wrong but they tell me they’re okay. I think they’re lying to me but they won’t say what they are lying about. They tell me not to tell anyone what they are because if I do then paranormal investigators might come, unite with the police and take them away. They said that people haven’t caught them now because nobody believes in Creepypastas except edgy teenagers that they really hate but that one day the humans might start to believe in Creepypastas and find out their weaknesses and trap them and then I’ll have no parents and I’ll be all alone and that’s sad and-

You’re still here? That’s not good. I wasn’t supposed to talk about this stuff with anyone. I think you need to go to sleep. Don’t worry, we’ll play tomorrow. It will be easier because you won’t have any skin that can bleed. I’m going to put you to sleep and then I’m going to watch Invisible Sister. You can watch it with me too. It’ll be more fun.

Don’t scream. You’ll wake my parents up. You don’t want to wake them up, they’re mean to everybody who isn’t me.