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 do the one thing that you probably should never do.

Actually bring your 8-foot-tall murderous killer clown boyfriend to Thanksgiving.

Is this a good idea? No. Will it get them to leave you alone from now on? Yes.

Plus it will be oh-so-entertaining.

Of course, it's not like you didn't tell them beforehand, it's just a question of whether they BELIEVED you or not.

So now you're standing at the door of your parents' house, packed to the brim with your extended family, LJ behind you, towering over you comically.

You haven't knocked yet, but...you will.

"...heya, doll-face? Ya gonna actually knock or are ya havin' second thoughts already? C'mon, I ain't even had the chance to make someone scream yet."