Tears of Laughter (+18)(Has references of Abuse and murder)

Jenny's sunset was an 8-year-old filly. Jenny was a happy girl and lived a happy life. While she wasn't in the best situations, she can always look to her best friend. Her best friend was named Laughing Lisa. Jenny's parents abused her daily to vent their frustrations on Jenny. They would keep her locked up in a dirty, darkroom. They would beat her black and blue. Never enough to draw blood and with that Jenny knew that they loved her even just a little bit. A false hope. Clinging so desperately to love. Even though Jenny smiled, tears ran down her face and onto Laughing Lisa. It would fall into the cracks of the life-sized clown dolls porcelain face. The clown doll was a little bigger than Jenny. It's "socks" that went up to the clown's legs. It wore big blue shoes with red shoelaces and had pants that were baggy. The small baggy pants were striped red and blue. It wore a silly-looking striped dress shirt with a small flower that was also blue and red. The clown had a porcelain face. Its face was like a mask. White paint with one eye socket red and the other blue. It had red lips. Blue blush marks. It had red hair similar to raggedy ann's. The clown had large porcelain hands. The doll was obviously, Laughing Lisa. The smile on it was cracked like the rest of its porcelain face. Poor Jenny hugged it so tight every night. Cried into it every night. Hoping it could one day hug her back. That same day, her father was extra mad. He would beat her until she bled for the first time. She screamed but almost nothing came out but "Help me, Lisa" Blood would have gotten on Laughing Lisa's face. Blood seeped into the cracks of her face. Seeing that she bled, the father left and said. "Make any more noise and I'll make sure you're in the ground." He closed the door behind him. Jenny's pure smile was now a broken frown but Lisa still smiled with blood on her face. The next day came quickly. The father got a taste for blood and wanted more. He would go to hit her again but poor jenny screamed fiercely and sharp just before he could hit her. The doll's arm grabbed his hoof. Her red striped turned pink and her blue turned green. Everything was pink and green on the doll now. Its soft smile was now a wicked grimace. It showed the real teeth of a living creature. It had eyes that hid behind the face. One pink and one green. It spoke in a low pitched female voice. The voice was worn. She spoke as such. "Now... Now... You forgot to include me in the fun. My name is Death The Doll. You can call me Laughing Lisa." The doll laughed ruggedly. The dad would fall backward on his back and scootch back out of fear. He would try to open the door but no luck. There were screams that pierced the walls of the poor family. Blood caked the walls. Jenny and Death both cried. Cried tears of laughter into the night. All night. "Smile for me, Jenny. I'll be sure you never be sad again."