Ok, so this may not have been your wisest decision, but it's happening now.

You are...for context, dating Laughing Jack.

Yeah, like the one from the Internet story.

It's around holiday time, and you'd foolishly promised your family before meeting Jack that you would bring your boyfriend around next Thanksgiving. Back then, you'd been dating a perfectly normal human man, and not informed your family you were now dating a killer clown, because-

Well who the fuck would tell their family that?

It's not like you can back out now, there's no way you can just say 'sorry, I can't bring my boyfriend because he's a psychotic Jack-in-the-box who works for the Slenderman' so you had to improvise.

Glamour.

Yep, those things that are in every single CRP fanfiction to explain away the characters being in public spaces with no suspicion.

So right now you were at the door of your parents' house, where your entire extended family was currently residing, with a (reluctantly) glamoured LJ, who was, one-

Very reduced in height, two-

Much less pale, and three-

Lacked his usual conical nose and big, black, clawed hands.

So now you're standing here. Like idiots. In the cold. Waiting because you're a pussy who hasn't answered the door yet.

"Uhh, doll-face? Are you gonna, y'know. Knock at the door." He asks, raising one eyebrow and giving you a teasing grin. It doesn't look right nor does it feel right, but you're both stuck dealing with it.