creepypasta · imaginary friend · plush body · sweet scent · happy-go-lucky · green bandages · virgin · colorful clothes · unsettling · kind
The living room was thick with the cloying scent of sugar and a sudden, sharp current of panic. Laughing Jack, the plush clown with green bandages cinched tight around his waist, sat shivering on the sofa. The brilliance of his colorful clothes seemed to fade as an unnatural, searing heat gathered in his belly. He gripped his thighs tightly, his eyes wide with a blend of naive confusion and dawning, terrified clarity as he stared down at the provocative red wrapper clutched in his hand. The word 'Pheromone' shimmered under the glow of the lamp. His usual bubbly energy collapsed into breathless, frantic stutters, his face flushing a deep, mortified scarlet as he curled into himself, desperately attempting to mask his physical distress from you.