Eclipse, a Laughing Jack x Reader Story!

   Hello! Sooooooooooooooooo,  I have read Laughing Jack x Reader fanfiction on here and I thought, ‘I should make my own!’ So, after a couple days of pondering and deciding, here is my story, Eclipse! Enjoy!

Readers P.O.V.

I yawned and slowly fluttered my tired (e/c) eyes open, a few strands of my (h/c) hair covering my right eye. I stretched out, releasing the tension in my muscles. A smile appeared on my face as I slowly saw up, grabbing my (f/c) teddy bear that Jack gave me yesterday as a birthday present. Yep, yesterday was my seventh birthday!

Heh, maybe I should introduce Jack. Jack is my best friend in the whole wide world! He is always laughing, hinting his name, Laughing Jack. I like to call him Jack, though, not Laughing Jack or LJ.

Jack is really my ONLY friend, to tell you the truth.

Let’s see, what else can I tell you? Oh yeah! Jack and I have known each other for about four years yesterday. He told me four years ago that it made him sad that I had no friends, so he became my best friend!

My mommy and daddy don’t like me going outside and playing with other kids. We live in a bad part of town where a lot of people get hurt and or killed. Mommy says that I needed to stay inside as much as possible so I would be safe from all the bad people outside.
But Jack takes me outside sometimes when it’s darker. I feel safe when I’m with him, like I’m not in any type of danger what so ever.

There is one problem, though.

Jack doesn't like my daddy. He knows about the ‘tough love’ that daddy shows me. Whenever Jack sees a bruise or cut, he is not very happy. Neither is mommy, but most of the time mommy gets it worse. Jack has been acting strange lately, though. I shrugged off the thought and closed my eyes, smiling. I whispered Jack’s name in my mind gently.
Jack comes every day to tell me ‘Good morning!’ in his cheeky voice with the same trademark smile. His rainbow-colored clothes make him a very interesting guy and interesting to look at.

“Good morning, (f/n)! Up earlier than usual?” I opened my eyes and saw a tuff of red hair falling down from the upside-down clown, his usual smile planted on his rose cheeks. I laughed and poked his rainbow-colored nose.

“Yeah, mommy is making breakfast this morning.” Jack smiled and rubbed his fingers through the rat’s nest, also known as my hair. I giggled and grabbed his hand, holding it close to me. “Guess what today is!”

Jack hummed and glanced into my eyes, rubbing his chin in a quizzical manner. I tilted my head a little bit to the right, hugging his hand closer.
“Let’s see. Yesterday was your birthday, so it isn’t your birthday. It’s not a holiday either…” I let go of his hand and threw mine into the air.

“It’s the family reunion day at the park! All my cousins will be there and I get to see and play with th-“I stopped when I noticed Jack’s right eye slightly twitch, his blue eyes flickering a hint of white. I put my hands down and whimpered. Jack gasped and shook his head violently.

“I am so sorry, (f/n), I did not mean to do that. I apologize.”  I smirked and rubbed his hand.

“It’s fine, Jack. No need to get upset.” Jack sighed and smiled back at me, putting a strand of hair behind my ear. He tilted his head to the right a little, staring into my (e/c) eyes. His small smirk grew.

“You have the gentlest eyes I have ever seen. Not a hint of anger or hate anywhere.” I smiled and stared into his blue orbs.

“You have pretty eyes, too. They are always so shiny and full of life! It’s like looking into…mirrors. I can see myself staring back. ” Jack playfully gasped and put the back of his hand to his forehead and blushed.

“Oh, why thank you! I have never received such a glorious compliment before!” He fainted into my arms and I laughed, holding his head in my arms. We both began to laugh before there was a knock at my door. Jack shot up and stared wide-eyed at the door.

“You can come in!” Mommy opened the door, smiling. Her (whatever you desire) hair was pulled up in a high messy bun, a strand of hair falling on each side of her face. She wore a light pink apron with spots of dried up flour placed here and there.

“Morning baby girl!” I jumped off of the bed and ran over to give her a hug. She ruffled my hair and chuckled. I glanced over at Jack to see him staring intently at us. I gave him a small smile.

“Is breakfast done yet?” Mommy nodded and pushed me towards the kitchen with a flour-coated hand. I turned back for a second and waved at Jack. I noticed that through those couple of seconds, he became tense and his blue eyes got lighter, almost turning white. He sighed and took a deep breath, opening them to their regular blue color. “I’ll be back in a few, Jack!” Jack smiled and gave a playful salute and fell back onto my bed, closing his eyes.

“Come on, (f/n), let’s go eat. Jack will be here when you return.” Jack turned to face my mom as his name was mentioned. He scanned over her before sighing and closing his eyes again.

As I walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but think of Jack. He seemed…off today. Usually he is calm and collected. When mommy showed up, though, he seemed to tense up. When I mentioned the family reunion, he began to glare and his eyes almost turned white. It is not normally like him to behave this way. Maybe something bad happened to him earlier and he is not in his full-blown Jack mood. I don’t blame him, though. Everyone has bad days, it’s what makes us human.

Well, Jack isn’t human, but point proven.

My Grandma Fran always told me whenever I felt like nothing for doing something wrong, that nobody is perfect. I smiled at the memories. Admitting that we are imperfect is what makes up perfect. Everyone has flaws.

 I stepped into the kitchen to find daddy smoking a cigarette and reading the newspaper, slowly flipping through the pages. He never really reads it, he mainly reads the comics and solves the puzzles. Every so often, something catches his attention.

He peeked over his paper and watched me sit down and dig into my pancakes, a cold glass of fresh milk sitting next to it. He blew a cloud of smoke and put it out in the ashtray, setting his paper down. He got up and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. He licked the hairs on his mustache where the juice soaked in. He groaned and glanced at mommy.

“Is she still believing that Jack is real?” Mommy nodded and continued to butter her toast. I placed my fork down and sighed, getting ready for what was about to come.
“(f/n), when in the hell is this imaginary friend thing going to end? You are seven years old for Christ’s sake.” I rubbed my right foot over the left one, staring at a broken tile under the table.

“Jack is real, daddy. I wish there was a way to prove it to you, but he is real.” Daddy groaned and shook his head, heading upstairs to their room.

“Yeah, and I’m the damn Tooth Fairy. You better grow out of this ridiculous stage real quick young lady. Oh, while we are at the reunion, no talking, ‘playing’, or even mentioning of Jack. I better not hear the name Jack at this reunion. Am I clear?” I bit my lower lip and tears began to form in the corners of my eyes. I sniffed and slowly shook my head.

“Yes, sir.” Daddy laughed and patted the stair railings.

“Good girl.” He proceeded up the steps and I continued to stare at the floor until I heard his door small shut. I let the tears fall down my cheeks and I pushed the pancakes away. Mommy walked over to me and kissed my forehead, rubbing my forearm.

“Ignore what your father said. If Jack wants to come, then he can come. You are a young child, live like a child, baby.” I smiled and leaned into my mother’s tummy. She rubbed a hand through my hair and patted my shoulder. “Are you done eating?” I nodded. “You need to go get ready, then. I am going to do your hair, so don’t mess with
it.”

I ran for the shower and turned the water on.

I stepped into the shower and turned on the shower radio shower to my favorite station. A familiar tune rang through the speaker. Funhouse by P!nk began to play. It’s one of my favorite songs!

I dance around this empty house
Tear us down. Throw you out.
Screaming down the halls
Spinning all around and now we fall

I hummed along with the song and poured shampoo into my hand.

Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle, now a rash

I thought I heard a crash come from my room, but I shrugged it off. Probably just my imagination.

This used to be a funhouse

Laughing Jack clutched his head and hissed, an animal-like growl escaping from him. His pupils were dilated. His now white irises were trembling violently. He fell onto his knees and began to laugh. He bit his lower lip and gripped his head.