"(Y/n), you look terrible. What happened?" Alex asked as I walked into the staff room.

"I couldn't sleep last night. I had such horrible nightmares." I answered.

"Shit... maybe you should take a day off work." He suggested.

"No, I can't. I mean, I'm fine. I can work today."

"It's fine, (y/n), I can tell you need some rest." He insisted.

"What's the point, I can't sleep anyway. And besides, I need something to distract me." I said.

"Well, alright then. But don't hesitate to tell me if you need anything. Okay?"

"Okay, thanks, Alex."

"Oh and umm... I wanted to talk to you about the other night. I thought, we both had great time, but it doesn't seem like we're..." I cut him off.

"It's okay, Alex, this doesn't have to go anywhere. I think it's better if we just stay friends. Right?" I suggested while putting on my work apron.

"Oh... uh... yeah. Yeah, you're right. Just friends." He mumbled the last part in a sad tone.

"You're okay with that, right?"

"Yeah! Of course. That's exactly what I wanted." I could tell he wasn't being truthful with that one, but I let it slide through my mind.

The workday passed as usual, except less joking around with other staff members. I got a lot of 'how are you's and a lot more suggestions to go home, but I didn't listen to any of them. However, as hard as I tried, the nightmares didn't leave my head.

"So... did you already take the pill?" Alex asked as I was lost in thought.

"No. I couldn't."

"Because of the nightmares?"

"Yeah..." I spoke sadly, restlessly.

"Haven't you thought that maybe it's a sign from God?" Alex said. "A sign that you shouldn't get that abortion?"

"Alex, in my dream, my baby was a monster." I said, slight fright in my voice.

He frowned. "Maybe that's just the way you see it? You know, our dreams represent our subconsciousness. You see this baby as a threat, you're scared of it. Well, more like scared of what's gonna happen after you give birth to it. But you shouldn't be."

I looked up at his brown eyes and sighed. In a normal situation I'd say he was right, but this wasn't a normal situation. I was quite literally carrying what possibly could be a monster inside of me.

"No, Alex, this is more than just my subconsciousness, it's..."

"Is it because it belongs to a criminal? (Y/n), just because the father is an ass, doesn't mean your baby will be. It's all in you. You can raise it right." He didn't back down.

"That's not gonna work. T-this baby is... it's not just a criminal's baby. It's a..." my thought was cut off by a familiar melody. It rang in my ears.

Sounded something like... pop goes the weasel.

"D-do you hear that?" I asked.

"Hear what?" Alex frowned.

"This melody. You know, pop goes the weasel?" I said.

"No, I hear nothing. (Y/n), you're scaring me a little." He answered.

"Seriously? You can't hear it? But it's so clear. How can you not..." that's when I heard a deep rusty, clown like voice.

"Hello there, (y/n), aren't you adorable? Now, I know what you might be thinking. What is this strange voice coming from no where else, but your own head. Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am Laughing Jack, but you can call me LJ, just because you seem so sweet. Haha."

"How the hell did you get into my head?" I asked, grabbing my head with my hands.

"(Y/n), who are you talking to?" Alex asked, concerned and a little spooked.

"Don't worry about that right now, darling, I will tell you everything once we meet, now, I want you to go somewhere solitary."

"And why would I do that?" I frowned, squeezing my eyes tightly.

"(Y/n)?" Alex kept trying to reach out to me, but I didn't respond.

"Because if you don't, I'll just have to get you myself" LJ said following a loud laugh.

"Alright! Okay, I'm going." I said as I ran to the 'staff only' restroom.

"(Y/n)! Where are you-" I shut the door right in front of him and locked myself in.

"Okay, I'm alone. What do you want from me?" I asked, a little shaky.

That's when a tall figure appeared right in front of me. It was a black and white clown with long black hair, a pointy stripped nose and a chilling smile. His appearance would have been shocking to me a few months ago, but I've been through so much bizarre shit since then, nothing could really surprise me that much.

"Good girl." The clown laughed. "Now, why don't we get right to the business. I need you to come back to the mansion."

"What? No! Why?" I asked, a bit angered.

"We know about the baby. Slender said that it could be a new, powerful creepypasta growing inside of you." LJ added.

"No! I don't want to give birth to another one of you killers." I resisted.

"I'm afraid you have no choice, sweet (y/n). We will take you anyway, and we will make sure that the baby grows well."

"That's wrong! It's my baby and I'll do whatever I want with it!" I yelled.

"It's a creepypasta, that means it belongs to no one else, but Slenderman himself. You have no rights over it. Neither does Jeff." He said.

"B-but that's not fair! I'm the one that will have to give birth to it! I'm not easy for that!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll take care of you." The clown didn't back down.

"But aren't I a distraction? You know, to Mark and stuff..."

"We know Mark came to see you. There's nothing we can do to stop him now, he's quite a strong fella. The only way to deal with this situation is to make you into one of us. Now-" I couldn't finish due to me yelling at him.

"No! I will not become one of you bastards! I will never give in!"

"Tsk tsk... so cute of you. I'm afraid you have no right in making that decision. Now, listen, turning a regular person into a creepypasta isn't common, and it's not easy. Most of us are programmed this way since birth, like your unborn child, but it is possible and we will do anything to make sure you become one." He explained.

"Well, what if I refuse to cooperate?" I held my ground.

"We will force you. Simple as that. I give you a couple of days to say goodbye to your humanly possessions and then, I will return. See you soon, dear (y/n)." And then he just disappeared, that clownish voice echoing along.

I slowly walked out of the restroom, feeling blank. Why does everybody in my life want to control me. I can't even make one damned decision for myself.

"(Y/n)! Who were you talking to??" Alexander attacked me with questions.

"Doesn't matter." I answered blankly.

"What do you mean? I heard you talk to someone." He said as he rushed into the restroom only to find no one there. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned his eyes back at me.

"I-I have to go home..." I uttered.

"What?"

"I'm going home!" I stated, this time more assured and after throwing my apron off I ran out. Alex tried to chase me, but shortly gave up.

The first thing I did after coming back to

My apartment was take out the package of drugs the doctor prescribed me and hatched a handful of pills into my palm. I then quickly threw them all into my mouth and drank some water to help me swallow.

I felt the stress taking over and then I simply passed out.