It was dark when I stepped out of the tent, so I couldn't see much at first. But when my eyes adjusted, I almost staggered backwards in shock. I was standing across the road from my house, and it was nighttime.

I whirled around to go back into the tent and ask that clown 'what the hell is going on?!', but the tent had vanished.

"B-but it was...ho- what-?" I couldn't think straight. Where had the tent gone? And what about the forest? And how was I in front of my house in the dark?

In the silence my ringtone went off, shocking me out of my confusion.

"Uh, hello?" I answered.

"Jo-anne, what the hell are you doing standing out there? You look like a creeper!" My brother exclaimed, sounding slightly amused.

"Uh, I just…"

"I don't even care, you wacko. Just get in the house before someone calls the cops. Okay?"
"Okay." I replied, hanging up. With one last look behind me I sprinted across the road and up to the house. The door was unlocked and Sam was waiting for me right inside.

"H-hey." I greeted, hanging up my coat. Sam giggled, and an image of Jack popped in my head. I quickly shook it away.

"Hey. How was the carnival?"

"Carnival? Oh yeah, it was cool. Kinda creepy, though."

"Why creepy?"

"There was this clown…" I tried to cover.

"Clown?"

"Yep, a clown! And he was so funny, I laughed until I almost passed out! So now I'm really tired, and I'm gonna go to bed! Love ya! Night!" I rushed, dashing around him and up the stairs.

I went straight to my room, my safe and warm room, Where I could shake off that stupid clown as a bad dream, and stay until I had to get up tomorrow morning.

Quickly I stripped off my clothes and climbed into my bed, burying myself under the blankets and clutching my pillow. It was cold under the blankets, but I felt safe, and I quickly fell asleep.

"My my, little Peppermint. Back so soon?" asked a familiar voice. I opened my eyes to see a black and white face hovering over me.

"Gah!" I shouted, shooting up. Jack started giggling.

"Wha? Where am I?" I asked, looking around. It looked like I was back in the tent, except it was lighter.

"You're in your dreams." Jack smiled, stepping away from me. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"My dreams? Why would I dream about you and this tent?"

"Heh, Peppermint, why worry about that now? At the moment you are in the world of pastas. Why not come explore with me?"

"Explore the pasta? What?"

"Pastas. Explore the world of Creepypasta, my dear candy." He smiled, standing back and holding out a hand. His fingers, I realized, were long and black, almost like black claws.

"Okay?" I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling myself up.

"Right this way, Peppermint." He said, sweeping the tent flap open with his arm. "Come see where the pastas play!"

"O-okay…"

"Follow me!" He grinned, dashing out of the tent, almost pulling me off my feet. Outside was bright, but not blinding, and a light breeze was blowing around. Directly outside the tent was a large clearing dotted with patches of grass and shaded by trees.

"Uh, this is where the pastas play? It doesn't look like anybody's here." I said, looking around. L.J. giggled.

"Oh, they're here. You just can't see them at the moment."

"What?"

"The pastas are hiding, you see. They don't want to be found. So to find them, we have to look for them." He started quickly walking away, into the surrounding forest, dragging me behind him.

We kept tromping through the undergrowth, birds chirping in the background, until he stopped abruptly. When he did so I bumped into his back.

"My, Peppermint, getting close are we?" He asked, a chuckle resounding through his body. I could feel it through his back. I quickly stepped away, fighting the blush that was wanting to spread across my cheeks.

Suddenly a loud laughing, almost maniacal laughter, rang out from somewhere in the forest. It got louder, until someone stepped out of the trees ahead of us.

"Jeff!" L.J. called out, waving his other hand above his head. The person turned, and I yelped. The person had blood-shot, slightly yellowed eyes, ringed in burnt black. His cheeks were cut raggedly into the shape of a smile, carved into ashen white skin.

"Hey-ey-ey! Laughing Jack! What brings you out of your tent this time of day?" Obviously the two had met before. The guy, Jeff?, came up to us.

"Well, I have a Peppermint who wants to see where the pastas play!"

"A little peppermint?"

"Yes, my little Peppermint. Right here!" He spun around and grabbed my shoulders, then spun back around so I was held in front of him, between him and Jeff.

"This is Peppermint."
"Actually my name is…"

"Peppermint? I see where you got the name." Jeff stepped closer and I instinctively pressed myself back into L.J. At the moment, he was deemed safer than Jeff.

"Jeffy, you're scaring my candy!" He giggled. I growled and ducked away from his hands, which were running trough my hair.

"Don't touch me!" I hissed, glaring at him. His grin, both of theirs, actually, got wider.

"Hey, have you seen Toby around?" Jeff asked randomly.

"Toby? Who's Toby?" I asked, looking back and forth between the two guys.

"Toby…. I have in fact. Just the other night he came to my tent." L.J. replied, ignoring me.

"Why was he at your tent?"

"He wanted something from me. But I can't tell you. It's a secret!"

"Who the Hell is Toby?!" I asked loudly. Both boys looked at me.

"Toby is who we are going to meet next, Peppermint."