Creepypasta (Rewritten)

Jason the Toymaker (REWRITE)

A/N: The story of Jason was... not very interesting. I mean, even the guys from Bad Creepypasta thought of it as some Anime story with a generic plot and an insufferable Pity Sue. And yet, people like this one... for some reason? I was going to write Jane the Killer, but I couldn't think of anything good, so I decided to give Jason a chance by giving the story a new setting and trying my best to give the story a twist and make it a lot shorter. In a way, I feel bad for the author of the story for receiving so much backlash, but that doesn't make the story any less bad, so I suppose I can give it a shot.

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During my early childhood, times were tough for everyone, and yet the world was much simpler than it is today. When everything changes all of a sudden, it's overwhelming. You're probably wondering what I'm talking about. I'll explain, but first, I have to make a promise.

I know what I'm about to tell you will sound unbelievable and even ridiculous, but I swear I saw what I'll say I saw. If you don't believe a word I'm about to say, then that's fine.

My parents were probably the richest people in town. My father owned a very successful company, and my mother owned an equally successful jewelry store. Needless to say, I was so rich that I could have anything I wanted. But you know what they say, "money can't buy happiness". I hung out with a lot of kids when I was a child, but even at a very young age, I understood that the kids were only hanging out with me because my family was wealthy. Maybe their parents told them to do so. In a way, I was lonelier than everyone thought.

I think I was six or seven when this whole thing started. My mother loved to walk me around town whenever I behaved long enough. She used to take me to every park, playground, store, or restaurant she could find; after all, she had a lot of cash to burn. That happened so many times that I knew the town like the back of my hand. At least I thought I knew.

One day, we were having a regular trip and mom suddenly ran into some of her friends, and they had a lot to catch up on. I was just a little kid who didn't know any better, so I was just bored out of my mind when they began to talk about nonsensical adult stuff.

I tried to get mom's attention, but she kept saying "the adults are talking" to shut me up.

When none of the adults were looking, I wandered off for a moment to look around. I was just desperate to find something to do. Soon, I found myself in a street that I've never seen before. I wanted to go back but I didn't know where I was going. I was scared for a moment.

I walked down the street until I saw a building. It looked like a store, and what I saw behind the glass windows made me lose it: Toys. There were many beautifully colored toys of different shapes and sizes. I was just a kid back then, so I immediately forgot about my mother and walked over to the blue wooden door like the idiot I was. It was heavy, but I managed to push hard enough to squeeze through.

When I entered the store, I thought that I died and went to Heaven. The inside of the building was larger than it looked on the outside. There were hundreds of toys on every shelf I saw. They were all unique and looked different from any toy I owned or saw. I looked around and admired the beauty of the place. Before I could examine a toy, something else caught my eye. I saw a man standing behind the counter. Something about him... intrigued me.

He was very tall and lanky and had shoulder-length red hair and green eyes. He wore a gray and black striped top hat, black gloves over his forearms, and a black tailcoat jacket with extravagant, voluminous white fur on his shoulders with rolled-up sleeves and a red waistcoat. He had a huge smile on his face that simply wouldn't go away. He walked over to me with his arms open.