Young Writers Society

*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff.” It features two characters from the Creepypasta fandom. One of them is Laughing Jack, who was created by Snuffbomb and the other is Jason the Toymaker, who was created by Krisantyl. This is my fanfic Christmas story with them and their fanchild I created. I ship them with each other, but they’re not a canon ship. I just like shipping them. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs <33”. Enjoy!*

The time had come for the Christmas season to arise again. Laughing Jack was in the toy shop, decorating the insides with gaudy, glittering garlands. Though Christmas was a generally more cheerful holiday and not something that creatures like him were expected to celebrate, he still got everything ready, for Christmas was his birthday! If he never came to Earth, then he would have never found the glory of murder, he would have never met Jason and the two of them would have never fallen in love and created Raisa!

Raisa, who was eating her eleventh candy cane that day and doing absolutely nothing to help with the decorations.

“Your teeth are going to turn brown and fall out if you keep eating those candy canes.” Laughing Jack said, hoping that for once, she’d listen to him.

“Daddy will just make me new teeth.” Raisa said, still biting into her candy cane.

Laughing Jack sighed. Whenever Raisa ate any candy too much, her teeth would rot and fall out, then Jason would have to make new ones. While it was easy for him to do, it took time. Raisa would be miserable for weeks because she’d be teethless.

Did she just forget the pain that came with her teeth falling out?

He turned around. A tooth of hers was already starting to look like it was getting loose. He could tell her that Jason did a lot of work and that he’d be too tired to make her new teeth, but would she listen? Would it be as effective?

“Do you know how candy canes are made?” Laughing Jack asked, for desperate times called for desperate measures.

Raisa shook her head.

He got right back to decorating, the story tumbling out of his mouth:

“Candy canes are made from the blood and bones of children who eat too much sweets! They take the children who eat a lot of sweets and use it for their candy canes, so that the sugary taste is there.”

Sure, Jason and Laughing Jack wouldn’t care if candy canes were actually made out of children, but surprisingly, Raisa was very fond of the humans.

“Is it true?” Raisa asked quietly, as though she were about to cry.

Laughing Jack felt his seams twist with guilt, but he looked her dead in the eyes and said:

“I’ve lived a longgg time and I’ve seen many things! You’ve gotta believe me, I’m telling the truth.”

She ran away sobbing, her whole body trembling just like the human soul he and Jason trapped in there.

Goodness, why was she so much like a human child?

……………………………………………………

Laughing Jack hung the last of the garland up, forgetting his earlier conversation with Raisa and then-

“Jack, you didn’t need to say all of that.”

Laughing Jack turned around and found Jason standing next to Raisa, rubbing her back comfortingly as she cried. Jason shook his head as though he were disappointed, Laughing Jack felt his face flush with embarrassment.

“Why must you assume that I did something?” Laughing Jack asked, hoping that he could veer the conversation elsewhere.

“Because she just told me what you said! Raisa, remember what I said earlier?” Jason asked.

Raisa nodded.

“Your father meant well when he told that story. He’s not used to children listening to him and frankly, neither am I. But you are different. You’re our daughter and that makes you better than all of the other children. He didn’t think that you’d listen to plain reason, so he made up a story. But I’m going to tell you right now what I said five minutes ago, so that he can hear this too: You’re not going to eat any number of candy canes past five. Five is the limit. We’ll let today slide since this is the first time that the rule is implemented, but going forward, you’re not going to eat more than five candy canes. It’s a lot of work for me to make teeth. You don’t want to wait months for a new set of teeth, do you? Remember June, when you ate all of those tarts?”

Raisa nodded again, her eyes swirling as she thought about that time in the summer when she lost all of her teeth. She was wailing for three whole months, she seemed like such a pitiful little creature.

“Candy canes taste good, but there’s always too much of a good thing. Remember that. Oh and Jack?” Jason asked.

“Yes?” Laughing Jack asked.

“I believe that you owe her an apology.” Jason said, nudging Raisa towards him.

She had stopped crying and was beginning to twist a strand of her hair into an incomprehensible knot. Laughing Jack bent down to her level and said:

“I’m sorry I told that story, kiddo. I just don’t want your teeth to fall out. That hurts and I don’t want to see you hurt. That being said, I still shouldn’t have told that story. Are you alright now? Is there anything else you want to say?”

Raisa shook her head no and then, she ran towards Laughing Jack and wrapped him up in an embrace.

“It’s okay. I’m okay now.” Raisa said.

He hugged her back, ever so shocked about her quickness to forgive, for he was not quite used to living creatures not holding a grudge against him.

They were like that for a good few minutes and then she ran off to go play with the possessed dolls, dolls that she had no idea were possessed at all.

Laughing Jack stood up to his full height. Jason was still there, but he didn’t seem all that upset. He had a saddened expression on and said:

“I’m not mad at you. Not at all. You’re scary and that’s why I love you. But Raisa…”

Jason looked behind him, to where she was playing with the dolls in a far off room. They both could hear the voices of the trapped children in the dolls, speaking to her, confiding in her.

“She doesn’t know what we are. What we do. She doesn’t like any violence. You have to be careful with her, you can’t let her get too frightened. Especially on Christmas. She’s sensitive like that.” Jason said.

Laughing Jack felt his seams twist into a strained, strangled knot inside of him. He knew Raisa very well and still, he felt like keeping the truth from her wouldn’t be enough.

“We’re going to have to tell her one day. She’s going to have to learn. She’ll have to kill like us if she wants to get by in this world. Nobody listens to nice people.” Laughing Jack said.

Her kindness was endearing, but if she didn’t learn from her parents that murder was the only way to live, the world would tear her apart. Laughing Jack vaguely remembered life as a colorful rainbow clown who created candy and confetti, who had no idea of what was to come. He only knew infinite love and joy.

That all changed when he was in that cold, dismal box.

She didn’t deserve to learn about the world the hard way. She needed help and guidance, a push in the right direction.

Her smile didn’t need to fade away. Not yet. Not ever.

“I know, Jack. We’ll tell her one day. It just….it hurts that we’re keeping this from her. I feel like we’re frauds.” Jason said, slumping his shoulders as though the whole world were carried on them.

Laughing Jack walked up to Jason and laced his claws with Jason’s own. He smiled and said:

“We are always going to feel somewhat fake, Jason. We are performers, we pretend to be loving to all of our victims just to get something we want. But the love here, in this toy shop, it’s real. It lives on here and it lives on at the abandoned orphanage. It lives on with all of us. We’re going to tell her, but let’s not stress about that. It’s her first Christmas, we’ve got to make it count.”

Laughing Jack wrapped Jason up in an embrace. He stood still at first, but then he hugged the clown.

“We’re fantastic. Everything we do is fantastic. We’re raising Raisa in a fantastic way! We’re doing a fantastic job!” Laughing Jack beamed.

He could hear Jason laugh lightly and that, that made his day all the brighter.

They were all going to do just splendid!