Creepypasta x Female Chubby Reader| ONE-SHOTS (18+)

Laughing Jack

There wasn't enough space. You realized you were boxed in from behind and both sides. In front two silver eyes stared into yours. A lean chest pressed against your own.

As your eyes adjusted to the dark you saw those irises belonged to a creepy clown. His laced collar was touching your neck and chin. His pointy nose nearly touched your own.

And his figure loomed over you in this restricted area. This was a box? You could see three close walls behind him. He didn't look the slightest bit nervous. He was definitely tall but his long limbs were like rubber and could bend in inhumane ways, by the sides of your head. Kinda like a big toy stuffed in a drawer.

"Hi," he said, with a slight rasp.

You couldn't respond. You were terrified, shocked and definitely confused.

"Don't panic," he cooed, moving his bendable arm in another position to caress your cheeks with claws, "The game hasn't even started, sweets."

You shrank from his touch.

"Who are you?" you asked.

"Laughing Jack!"

He raised his voice, even though he was crammed right infront of you.

Your eyes shifted to this small boxed room.

"Why am I here?"

"Because I got more or less bored of killing children."

He said that so causally you had to do a double take.

"You KILL kids?," you blurt out.

His eyes sparked with a malicious grin.

"Of course! I rip them apart like little dolls for the girlies, paint my toys with their blood, watch their families fall apart. Any other questions?"

You didn't say anything.

"I'll take that as a no. Alright, now I have a question. You know what the game is?"

"W..what?" you whispered.

"The game is...."

His friendly grin turned into a sly smile.

"That until you feel comfortable with your body you're stuck in here with me."

Your stomach plummeted.

Whether you were claustrophobic or not- you definitely didn't feel comfortable sharing air with a child murdering clown. But also you did not admire your body. I mean you were chubby.

"Self acceptance is a slow process but I would recommend you hurry it up."

The clown was staring right at you now and into your soul.

"Because being here so close to a pretty gal, such as yourself- it's sometimes hard for a me to control myself. You get my drift, sweet bits?

'Oh no' or something similar to that came to your mind.

You tried to think through your sudden terror.

'I love my body?'

'I LOVE my body.'

'I kinda love my body.'

'I sorta kinda love my body.'

Nothing worked.

Creak.

The wooden floor beneath creaked as the clown leaned forward.

"Sweets..."

He gave you a lecherous smirk. You quickly tried to turn your head but he grabbed your face. He forced his lips on yours.

They were cracked and dry. You wouldn't kiss back. He pulled away his mouth still close to yours.

"Come on, kiss me..."

"N...NO-"

As soon as you opened your mouth his tongue was allowed to have access in. Your spit mixed. His saliva tasted- sweet. Almost like candy.

His collar dragged on your skin as he shifted his claws to your thunder thighs, holding them up, as he kissed you.

You couldn't fight back.

His rough tongue was now practically down your throat and your own tongue helplessly brushed against it. He grinded against you. You could feel something began to grow down there.

Oh no.

His claws released your thighs and you heard his pants unzip.

"I'm so ready, sweets... "

NO!

Oh god.

Oh god.

Oh god.

I DO LOVE MY BODY!

I LOVE MYSELF.

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You woke up.