Dark Freedom


A small girl by the age of eight was walking around a forest next to a small house. She was sitting next to a tree playing with the beautiful orange, yellow and red leaves of early Autumn.

Her long, black hair hung past her shoulders and to her elbows. She also had strange but beautiful purple eyes. The girl wore a long sleeved black shirt with dark jeans and blue flip flops.

What was strange about this girl was that she had blackish blue and purple bruises on her cheek, one on her upper neck, and one on her foot.

"Sophie! Come inside, don't make me call you again!" a woman's voice called out to her from the back door of the small house.

Sophie stood up and slowly walked back to the house, throwing a glance at the forest as if saying goodbye.

As she entered the house, Sophie looked at the woman who had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Something about that woman made the little girl glare at her slightly.

"Don't glare at me, Sophie!" the woman snapped, raising her hand in the air, ready to strike the little girl across the face.

Sophie cringed, cowering down ready to be hit.

The pain never came.

Sophie opened her eyes and looked at the woman who now had a mean look on her face, but her hand was at her side.

"Go up to your room. I don't think you deserve dinner," the woman ordered.

The little girl dropped her head and slowly walked up the stairs to her room. When she entered it, the room wasn't much at all. It was quite small with gray walls, a small bed, and one little dresser. The only toy she had was a little stuffed kitten.

Sophie walked over to the bed and sat on it. She picked up the stuffed kitten and sighed, looking at it.

"Bonnie, I just wish mommy loved me.. I wish I had a loving parent. I miss daddy..." Sophie continued to speak to the little stuffed toy, thinking that it could hear her.

She suddenly grew a weird expression on her face, tears welling up in her purple eyes.

"I know it's bad to say it, but I sometimes wish mommy wasn't alive... I feel bad for even thinking it.." Sophie sniffed. "But if she loved me, she wouldn't hit me so much.."

She put the stuffed kitten down next to her pillow and lied down, pulling the covers over her shoulders. She closed her eyes, hugging the kitten tightly to her chest as her stomach rumbled and ached.


When morning came, it was still dark. Sophie opened her eyes tiredly, yawning. As she slid out of bed, she heard her mother scream from down stairs. The little girl's eyes widened.

"What's going on..?" Sophie whispered to her little stuffed kitten, Bonnie.

She grabbed her kitten and hugged it tightly to her chest, slowly walking to her door. She walked out of the door, looking through the wooden railing of the upper floor.

What she saw... It scared her..

A weird figure had her mommy pinned to a wall, ripping open her chest and stomach. It stuffed her poor mommy with candy and started to sew her back up.

Sophie choked back a sob, watching the horrific sight play before her.

The figure stopped what it was doing, turning around. It clearly heard Sophie.

Sophie stared at the figure a little bit longer.

He had black hair that hung to his shoulders, ghost white skin, and a white and black spiral cone nose. He had black rings around his eyes and black lips. Slightly poking out of his lips were sharp teeth. He was wearing a gray shirt with black and white striped sleeves and black suspenders with black and white fur on his shoulders. He wore black pinstriped pants with a black belt and a patch on his right thigh. He also had black and white striped socks. His hands were bandaged, but what was strange, he didn't have fingers... He had.. Claws...?

The strange... creature... looked up and saw Sophie.

"Why hello there little child.." he smirked, making his way to the stairs.

Sophie nearly screamed and ran into her room. She started to hear him sing.

"Around the house, the clown chased the child..."

The little girl whimpered and ran under her bed, curling up.

"The clown thought it was all in fun, then..."

Suddenly his head slung down from the top of the bed, yelling, "POP GOES THE CHILD!"

Sophie screamed and started crying. In panic, she jammed two of her fingers into his eyes.

The creature roared in pain, clutching his eyes and falling off the bed with a thud.

"You little brat!" he snarled, starting to crawl under the bed after her.

Sophie screamed again, trying to back away. She was forced into the corner, her back hitting the wall. Tears streamed down her face as he came closer and closer to her.

"I'm sorry!" she screamed, hiding her face.

He reached out his abnormally long arms and grabbed her by the ankle. Sophie began shrieking and trying to kick this strange creature.

He pulled her out and grabbed her by the back of her shirt, holding her in the air.

"Please don't hurt me..." Sophie whispered, tears streaming down her face.

The strange creature let out a maniacal laugh.

He threw her into the bed, towering over her.

"Around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel..."

Sophie's eyes began to dry and she stopped shaking slightly.

"The monkey that 'twas all in fun until..."

She had an interested look in her damp purple eyes.

"POP GOES THE WEASEL!" The creature practically roared out.

Sophie giggled slightly, a little smile spreading across her face.

"What's so funny?" he growled.

"I like that rhyme," she giggled again.

"Really?" the creature looked puzzled.

Sophie now looked braver as she asked, "What's your name?"

"Laughing Jack." he grinned widely, his sharp teeth showing.

"I'm Sophie."


A/N: Whoo! Story! Yah! This was written by a friend and I. We decided to write an LJ story after finding him. I hope you enjoyed this!

Laughing Jack belongs to Snuffbomb.

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