"Hello!"

A colorful clown stood in front of the little boy, offering a friendly smile. "Hello Issac! I'm your new imaginary friend! Laughing Jack!"

Issac smiled so happily that night. And Laughing Jack loved that little smile of his. An imaginary friend, made from angels, sent down to be his best friend. So Issac would never be alone.

He didn't know when it happened. When he started to feel... iffy. They were connected in a lot of ways. Laughing Jack was connected to his friend. Everything he felt, Jack felt.

"Kill it."

He had been looking down at the neighbor's cat when Issac had said that. He would have felt remorse a couple of years ago.

But as he squeezed it within his hands, he didn't feel much of anything while doing it. Except for a slight hint of joy clawing its way up his back.

He felt icky later. Scrubbed at his hands feverishly to try and get the blood off. He should go back to heaven soon. Killing that cat wasn't okay.

A week later, Issac, his dearest friend, delivered some bad news. "I'm being sent away because of the cat. They think it was me. And I dunna how to tell them it was you. They don't think that you're real. And I can't take your box with me. They said it's been making me act weirder than usual."

"What, no, you can't leave me!" Laughing Jack whined, grasping onto his hands. "We're supposed to play together forever! You and me! I shouldn't have done those games with you, so you could have stayed here!"

"But the games were fun! Did you see the look on the neighbors face when they found their cat?" Issac leaned closer. "I'll come back to grab you in a few weeks. I promise."

So Laughing Jack took one last look at his friend as he started to climb within the box. Issac holding a trustful smile.

"I can't get out without someone to open my box, do you promise you'll come back?" He asked quietly.

Another bright smile. One so cheerful. One Laughing Jack always tried to give him. "Yup!"

And with that, he closed the lid.

The colorful clown sat within his world, looking out at Issac's room as he waited. He'd come back. He promised!

Days turned into a week. Then two. He would arrive any minute now! Laughing Jack played with some dolls in his world, just waiting for the arrival to show up. Any moment. Issac would walk through those doors. And they could play again!

Two weeks turned to three. Okay. Maybe he was just a little bit late.

Four weeks. A month now.

Laughing Jack nervously tapped on the ground. Very late now. But he was sure Issac didn't forget about him. He's just extremely late. That's fine.

Month turned plural. At that point Laughing Jack tried screaming to get the parents attention. Only to realize his voice didn't carry out of the box. So he tried breaking out. Tried to move the box off of the shelf to open.

But the box couldn't be influenced from the inside.

Months turned to a year. Then two. Then three. At that point Laughing Jack was a hysterical mess. Crying and sobbing, begging for anyone to open the box. His nails bled from clawing at the ground.

Wasn't his outfit more colorful last year?

The door creaked open one day.

Laughing Jack stared. Eye twitching. This was the first time someone came into the room in over ten years. Two people, to be specific.

"Oh, Issac," A woman giggled, obviously drunk. She stumbled over her heels, falling onto the bed. "I can't believe you really did inherit such an old house. I loooveee antique stuff."

And following her in was a man.

He looked in disgust around the room, before his expression quickly changed to a flirty one. "Of course. My parents left it to me when they croaked five years ago. I'm so happy you like it. This was my old room."

Issac?

"No wonder the beds so tiny," She giggled, a hand stretching out to pat the old and dust covered pillows.

Issac was here. Not for Laughing Jack.

Issac chuckled, before leaning over and giving her a kiss.

Issac was here to get laid.

Laughing Jack could only watch as the events unfolded in front of him. Issac tried slipping a hand underneath the womans dress as they made out. She slapped it away, however, muttered a "not that far".

And he didn't like that answer.

It became physical when she slapped him after another sexual advance. He responded by strangling her. It was so sudden. Then he walked off to go get a "better fuck". Laughing Jack watched as her corpse lay on the bed. Learned a lot that day.

Imaginary friends took on whatever their real friends personalities were. If Issac loved to kill people, if Issac was a horny bastard, well...

Issac did a lot to her body. He cut up the limbs, broke out her teeth, tore off her fingernails. Each part in a different bag. To be disposed of. He was experienced.

And Laughing Jack wanted to do that. Feel what it felt like. He wondered for awhile. How much fun it would be to tear out someone's organs. The thoughts soon became addicting. He wanted to kill everyone like how he killed that cat. Tear them apart and squeeze them until they popped!

One day, Issac made a mistake.

He knocked over the shelf when working on another victim. Causing his box to fall, and to land on the crank on the side.

And just like that, he was free. And he basked in the expression of Issac as he loomed above him, barely recognizable. Both changed so much.

It was ever so much fun to tear him apart. Like a pinata! "Remember Issac, how we used to break them open!" Laughing Jack had giggled to his corpse.

Then he was done. He filled his body with candy. Made his head pop off. Covered the walls in blood.

What now?

So he wondered about. Saw children, and despised them ever so much. He realized he hated them. Wanted to tear all of them apart. So he lured them in, gave false promises of being an imaginary friend before he slaughtered them just like the others. And kept their souls and bodies in his box. So he would never be lonely again! It was a great solution!

Then he met him. Slenderman.

He tricked him. Promised him he understood him. But when Laughing Jack went into his box, he closed the lid. And Jack was trapped again.

Until he appeared. In the shop one day. A skeleton with a little girl in tow. Asking for a repair.

It was the first time Laughing Jack saw a skeleton monster. So it was an interesting sight to behold. Short stature. Round face. He could easily be mistaken as a child if you didn't hear his deep voice.

Laughing Jack hadn't been expecting for Jason to hand him over to Sans. But why was he surprised? No one wanted him. Even Sans declined, turning away. That was okay. Laughing Jack would escape one day. And he'd show them all.

Then Sans started talking to him.

Laughing Jack had froze when he started. He's given his box to so many children. So many adults. Passed around like candy. And no one ever spoke to it. Never bothered to give Laughing Jack a hint of entertainment. He was supposed to be the entertainer. No one ever cared if he was bored or not.

The stories were the first interesting thing Laughing Jack heard in one hundred years. He quickly grew to adore them. Whenever Sans would open up his mouth, Laughing Jack would sit with excitement to hear his tales.

And he learned a lot more than Issac ever taught him.

He learned what obsession was. How he wanted desperately to talk to Sans. Every night, when Sans would curl under his sheets, Laughing Jack would stare intensely. Watch him the whole night. Because he talked to him. Helped him learn what it felt like to feel something other than a burning hatred again.

But he helped redirect that hatred towards other people. Towards his damn brother.

Sans didn't seem to realize how one sided his stories were. Papyrus was obviously taking advantage of him. His friends didn't care as much as he did. That only made Jack like him more. And made him despise Papyrus.

Sans told him about his fantasies. Some random knight who was hot. That was what he wanted. Someone to come save him. To have sex with him. Laughing Jack liked that idea. That's when he started thinking about Sans sexually. How he'd have sex. What his bones would taste like. How loud he'd scream.

But when Sans released him, only asking for Laughing Jack to give the world hell, he realized something. Staring down at Sans, his cute little passed out skeleton, he realized how much he wanted Sans to look at him.

Ah. So this was it. The one thing Issac could never teach Laughing Jack.

Love.

So he made love to Sans. Treated him tenderly. Wanted to feel good and make his little Sansy feel good. And he did just that.

Oh, how he'd like for that to last forever. Just kidnap Sans away to his world, both of them trapped, forever able to engage in their passions. So he could own Sans completely.

But Sans didn't want that. So he didn't. He'd do whatever Sans wanted him to. Issac wasn't a true friend. But Sans was. And Sans became pregnant! Laughing Jack loved that idea. A mini Sans. They'd be a perfect little family.

"I think that might be the problem," Sans said.

Now both laying back on the bed as Bean crawled between them, Sans glanced over. To his boyfriend, Laughing Jack, who he was starting to finally understand.

"What is?" Laughing Jack asked.

Sans motioned towards him. "You only learned so much from that bastard, but dating wasn't one of them. And it didn't help that I basically threw myself at you legs open. We never really got the chance to just sit down and talk, for real. It was from fucking to focusing on the incoming baby."

Bean suddenly popped her head up and cooed. Sans reached over and patted her head.

"I thought that was what relationships were. Sex and children." Laughing Jack blinked. "But now there's a lot more stuff and I don't know any of them."

"We suck at this," Sans chuckled.

Laughing Jack let loose a wide grin. "Yeah."

"In more ways then one."

A deep chuckle. "Yeah."

To think this was the real time they actually sat down and spoke the entire time they knew each other. About Bean. About them.

"Dates are a common thing people do for romance, we should try that," Sans said, "Maybe some 'family bonding' stuff. Ya know, normal people shit." He paused. "I mean, we can't do the public dates, but we can do picnics, or something else. Indoor dates."

Laughing Jack suddenly sat up extremely fast. "Can we do a slumber party with Bean?"

His eyes sparkled so much with anticipated joy that Sans couldn't help but chuckle. "Of course. Though maybe we should wait until she's a bit older and can actually choose movies to watch, or help build the fort."

"Yay."

Finally did Sans feel their relationship was on a steady course now. For real. They were on the same page.

"Let's try tibia more honest about stuff, 'kay?" Sans patted his boyfriends head next. "You can be more open with me, and I'll try with you. And maybe warn me about anyone I meet, too, if you don't trust them."

"Are you going to be meeting with that kid anymore?" Laughing Jack asked.

It took Sans a moment to realize what he meant. Who Laughing Jack had spectated from within the box.

"Frisk?" He asked.

His movements paused, mostly from curiosity. Sans could remember resets because of the experiments. Laughing Jack should have been in his box during the resets, he shouldn't even know about them.

"Them. I don't trust them."

Ah. So he just felt a bad vibe from them. Sans couldn't blame him. Frisk was... a determined little thing. If they wanted something, they got it. Which could lead to some beautiful events, and some horrid ones.

No wonder he could tell Frisk was untrustworthy. CreepyPasta seemed to all have that ability. To notice when someone was off. Even if they didn't know the exact reason.

"I don't plan on it, no," Sans said.

If Frisk wanted to meet him, though, there wasn't much he could do. They had allies. They knew people. They'd find him eventually. It wasn't a question of if, but when. Thousands of resets let them grow quite familiar with Sans.

One day, Sans wanted to tell Laughing Jack about resets. Tell everyone here about them. One day, he would. He'd sit them down, maybe with some coffee or hot chocolate, and tell them. Papyrus never learned, and maybe he never will, but Sans wanted the CreepyPasta to know. Not right now.