Young Writers Society

*This is a crossover fanfic between two characters named Crybaby and Laughing Jack. Laughing Jack was created by Snuffbomb and is part of the Creepypasta fandom. Crybaby is the persona of singer-songwriter Melanie Martinez. I thought to myself one day “What if Laughing Jack was in Crybaby’s life?” This is Chapter Three of the series. I already made the introduction on my profile. This part of the story is based off the song “Training Wheels” by Melanie Martinez. I recommend watching Melanie Martinez music videos and googling “Crybaby Melanie Martinez” and “Laughing Jack” so you can know the lore of these characters. There will be a dog in this chapter, which isn’t in the music video. This is a fanfic, so it will be a little different than what actually happens in the music videos. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*

Crybaby gently pushed Johnny as he rode on his bicycle. They had been meeting for a while and had shared secrets. Like how he hadn’t ridden a bicycle without training wheels on.

It was his first time and she was right there, by his side.

“Ride like we practiced, okay?” Crybaby asked gently.

Johnny nodded. He was frightened, she could see it.

“You’ve got this.” She said, letting go.

He almost skirted off the sidewalk, but in a few seconds, he was in control.

Crybaby smiled proudly. She knew he could do it! He was so good! He was a natural! He-

There was a big dog, running down the sidewalk. Phlegm seeped from its mouth, its eyes were completely bloodshot.

It was headed towards Johnny.

“Hit the brakes, Johnny!” Crybaby called out.

“What?”

“The brakes!”

The dog was getting closer. He was going to be scarred. He was going to be hurt. He-

“Stop!” Crybaby yelled. She couldn’t help herself, she just didn’t want to see Johnny hurt.

Something weird happened to the dog. It was floating.

Johnny, unscathed by the dog, turned around.

“You…you…are you doing this?” He asked.

“No…no…”

She wasn’t focused on him. She was completely focused on the dog, making sure it wouldn’t hurt him, wouldn’t touch him.

“You are doing this! Your eyes are black! You’re a monster!”

“What?” Crybaby asked, tears already starting to form in her eyes. The second she switched her attention to Johnny, the dog ran away.

So she was doing it. But that didn’t mean she was a monster.

“Johnny, I-“

“No! Get away from me!” He cried out, running away.

“You’ll come back, right?” She asked in a small voice. Crybaby could barely contain her tears.

He was running so fast…as if he were scared of her…

But she wasn’t scary and he knew that.

Didn’t he?