Meet Your Maker ( Jason The Toymaker X Reader )

Unwanted Guest

You exit the room, head slightly throbbing from an unknown pain. Perhaps you slept funny and all this was a dream after all. Jason was sat at his worktable with a cup of tea and a snack, like he did most nights after working obsessively on his dolls. There was no blood on the floor except from old dried stains from various victims, a practise you once had asked Jason to take care of somewhere else. You lower your brow slightly, knowing deep down how real all of that pain felt and the feeling of almost slipping from existence rather unforgettable. What of your wounds though? Any normal person would write it off as a dream when they found an inability to notice any scars.
However, you were not a normal person.
You feel your wings graze your back and you remember your regenerating and healing abilities which would hide any evidence of bodily harm within a few minutes. You stand there, staring into what seemed like an endless abyss of thoughts. There was no escape and any attempt was futile. You had found yourself overthinking things since being in the presence of the toymaker, a trait he once called ' pathetic and weak ' and you began to wonder if he was right. Well with no evidence there was no need to beat yourself up over it.
For now anyway. You take a deep, calming breath, able to break from that everholding darkness. You push your (H/L) (H/C) behind your ears, looking on in wonder as for once Jason seemed quite docile as he drank his tea and ate his steak. You didn't question why a whole steak was a snack but merely accepted it out of sheer lack of surprise.
Yes, everything seemed just fine here.
The work in progress toys.
A messy looking toymaker.
A monochromatic man......wait.
A monochromatic man?
You had never noticed before but from the corner of your eye you could see a very overwhelming spot of black and white. Your heart began to beat faster, knowing deep down without even looking that this was no Splendorman. Fear of the unknown caused you to shake and shiver, sweating slightly but still you didn't look.
" My my she's rather a timid one isn't she? " His voice was rough and course but yet somewhat jovial. You finally turn, seeing a tall man cloaked in what seemed like darkness itself. You tried not to stare at the cone that replaced his nose, quickly breaking eye contact with whatever the creature was.
" First Jeffery gets his girl and now you Jason. Is there a memo I'm missing out on? " You hear the toymaker snigger, looking in his direction just in time to see him motion for you to come closer to him. Perhaps he wanted you as far away from your guest as possible. You stand by the toymaker's side, his smile devious but sweet all at once. This wasn't the monster you knew and that brought you some comfort in this trying time.
" She's my chosen Jack, not a toy for you to play with " The clown practically bursts out in manical laughter, standing from his spot on the couch across from you. You grip Jason's hand mid tea drink, shook from what you saw before you. A clown like creature with height so tall he had to slouch when he stood. A creature who spoke without a hint of humanity. Even when you first met Jeff you never felt this uncomfortable, maybe because he was once like you but one thing you knew deep in your shivering heart is that this creature, Jack , was not to be screwed with.
" W..why are you hear Jack? "
" Oh look! It talks! " Your grip tightened on Jason's hand, causing the toymaker to look at you with such a kind expression before turning to the clown before you at scowling, bearing his sharp teeth and glowing eyes.
You had never seen the toymaker this possessive before. He was like a dog when his master wanted to take his favorite bone away. You felt flattered yet scared for what the toymaker could do, knowing that just like Jack that Jason was not one to be toyed with.
" I would advise you to watch your tongue Jack. Unless you want me to dispose of it "
This wasn't good.