Laughing Jack X Reader: Pop Goes the Weasel
You hummed “Pop Goes the Weasel” innocently while smiling softly. Why? A certain killer was on your mind. You giggled softly and touched your fingers to your mouth to conceal your giggle. You felt wet on your lips.
“Dammit,” you swore. You had gotten blood on your lips. You sighed and wiped it on your sleeve though you were sure you had just smeared it on you a bit more. You looked down at your victim whom was barely hanging on to life. You giggled at his appearance, and your laughter steadily grew. Before you knew it you were laughing with tears beginning to leak from your eyes. He just looked so funny with that look of horror frozen on his face. You used the blood from the open wound on his heart to paint a smile and rosy cheeks on his face. You gave a bright and happy smile and moved on. The night was still young and there was a whole world to laugh and smile with.
You skipped out of his home and into the next one all the while merrily humming the tune so bel