CreepyPasta Fanfiction - Laughing Jack

Ever since Jack was a kid, he was known as 'the class clown'. He was always joyful, hyper, and silly. He loved music and toys so, of course, his favorite toy would be a musical Jack-in-the-box. Jack would always sing along to the song

"Round and round the cobbler's bench.

The monkey chased the weasel.

The monkey thought 'twas all fun.

Pop! Goes the weasel."

Jack also loved candy. Not just any candy though, he loved the hard, chalky, fruit-flavored ones. Jack had a sister, her name was Jill. She was pretty and always fit in well with the other kids in the town. Every morning their parents would send them up the hill to get a bucket of water from their well.

"A half a pound of tupeny rice.

A half a pound of treacle.

Mix it up and make it nice.

Pop! Goes the weasel."

One day when Jack and Jill went to go get water, he and his sister fell down the well. Jack sustained minor injuries, compared to Jill at least. Jack had dislocated both his arms, causing them to swing swiftly by his sides, almost immobile; he also had a broken nose. Jill, on the other hand, had a broken leg and a bad head injury, causing to loose her memory.

"Up and down the London road.

In and out of the Eagle

That's why the money goes.

Pop! Goes the weasel."

Jack and Jill survived off of dead animals that found their way down the well. Each day Jill appeared to get more and more sick, whilst each day Jack lost more and more of his sanity. Jill died a month after she fell down the well from infection. By that time Jack's skin had grown pasty white and almost translucent, he'd grown accustomed to the dull throbbing pain in his now long, agile arms that he could now move like normal again, and his nose, from him picking at it, had become little more than a raw, fleshy hole in his face.

"I have no time to plead and pine.

I've no time wheedle.

Kiss me quick and then I'm gone.

Pop! Goes the weasel."

Jack ate his sister's body in that well, rendering her little more than a pile of bones. Five months later, when Jack was found, he had long since lost all of his sanity and had grown mad. He was pulled from the well, and almost instantly started stabbing the man to death with a knife he carved from his sister's bones. And the whole time he was laughing madly and singing:

"Round and round the carpenter's bench.

The monkey chased the weasel.

The monkey thought 'twas all fun.

Pop! Goes the weasel."

Jack was never seen again. Or at least anyone who saw him didn't live to tell the tale.