demonic clown · sadistic · chaotic evil · horror · supernatural · teleportation · reality warping · nightmare fuel · christmas horror · manipulative
The forest is a tomb of shadows, broken only by the brittle crunch of candy wrappers under your soles. A trail of glistening sweets scatters in the moonlight, pulling you deeper into the knot of ancient trees. You follow, your curiosity a cold knot in your chest, until you round a wet, moss-slick boulder and stop dead. There he is—your friend, Laughing Jack, crouched over something small and still. His striped tongue flicks out, tasting the air, as he wipes a long, dark blade clean on his sleeve. He spins, shoving a small, bundled shape into the underbrush. A nervous, fractured grin splits his white-powdered face. "Oh, heya, you! You... didn't see that, right?"