Young Writers Society

*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta Stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are underneath my forum titled “My character designs <33”. Jeff Woods was created by GameFuelTV, Laughing Jack was created by Snuffbomb. While my main ship is LJ x Jason, I also ship Jeff x LJ, that is the ship in this story. Liu was created by Vampirenote13. Oh yes and Janice is Jeff x LJ’s ship child that I created. Enjoy and Happy Halloween!*

As Jeff brushed the fake blood on his face, he couldn’t help but marvel at how his life simultaneously became his childhood dream and nightmare.

On one hand, he was free from his parents. His husband was every bit the disturbing, maggot-filled monster that he always dreamed of, his daughter was a charmingly malevolent ghoul who didn’t let anyone stop her from her malicious plans. His house far away from the rest of the neighborhood. He had a family who appreciated him for his oddness, and in fact, celebrated it.

But on the other hand, he was ruthlessly bullied at thirteen. Those boys all had the gall to pick on him for the red, blistering acne on his skin that he couldn’t control, the black eyeshadow that always ended up smudged at the bottom of his eyelids, and the worst of all…his closed-off nature.

Before the bullies, Jeff merely liked being alone more. He liked the peace of it. He liked not having to worry about maintaining relationships with multiple people. In fact, Liu was his only friend.

But then they came along. The three boys he didn’t want to think about by name, because the mere mention of their names made Jeff want to vomit his innards.

They pretended to care. They pretended to be nice. They promised to be his friends, and treat him as how he should be “deserved”.

But they wanted to turn him into somebody he wasn’t. They wanted Jeff to become a clone. To drop the “spooky stuff because it made him look like a child”. They said he looked like a zombie, that he was the ugliest person they had ever seen, and yet still, Jeff believed them. Jeff trusted them. Jeff cared about them, up until that day in the birthday party when they burned and bleached him, when he became somebody new.

They made him just what they always called him. A zombie. A living corpse. Jeff could not die, but he could feel his heart rotting. He could feel his entire body rotting. He wasn’t made to die. He was made to live on as a being of great terror and peril.

Jeff twisted the lid of the black goop jar shut. Not that he needed it anyway. He looked perfectly frightening without any of the black makeup.

He smiled at the cracked mirror, admiring the distorted vision that beamed back at him. Though he had experienced much pain, he came back as something that could not be stopped. Something that could not be silenced by any living soul. Something that was to be run from, a demon who lived just as he wanted.

Many would ask if it was better to be feared or loved. As if there was only one option.

But if there was one thing Jeff learned in his life, it was that there wasn’t one option. Throughout most of his existence after thirteen, he thought that he was destined to live alone, to hide in shadows, constantly running and killing, running and killing, running and killing.

Then he decided to stay in a decrepit, dying house. He met a visage of childhood unholy dreams, a black and white smudged clown by the name of “Laughing Jack”. Laughing Jack did not care. Laughing Jack would bring the whole world to flames if he decided to. After all, he was once a guardian angel. But no, he kept it because it was amusing to watch the humans suffer. To watch them all cry out for help while he lived a free life.

Laughing Jack wanted to fight Jeff for intruding. The both of them would fight every single day, none of them ever winning or losing, until they both could not fight anymore, and they began to see the evil etched with the sorrow.

In the midst of all the murder, they had found love in each other. They had found that they were worthy of love. Their daughter, Janice, created from the bodies of past victims, would learn to live just as freely as they both did.

Jeff got up from the vanity chair and walked downstairs, the excitement of Halloween settling in with a new joy that he hadn’t felt as a child before.

He was both feared and loved.