Creepypasta fan fiction

Help running out of ideas

(Time skip to morning because when everyone’s asleep I don’t know what to write)

I wake up to Laughing Jack poking my arm I open my eyes and glare at him “What? What do you want? Why were you poking me?”
L.J smiles widely “Get up, Get dressed into something warm then go eat something!” he says excitedly as if he was an eight year old who just won a giant plush toy at a carnival. “Why?” I say rubbing my eyes he looks at me as if he is supposed to keep it a secret “IT’S SNOWING!” he yells almost deafening me “Alright L.J I’ll be out in a minute” I say  sitting up “YAYYY” he yells running out the door and down the stairs. I walk over to my door and close it. The only light would be the light through the closed curtains I walk over to my closet and get out a pair of jeans, a white singlet with a small blood splatter splashed across the front and my favourite purple and black striped hoodie.