Meet Your Maker ( Jason The Toymaker X Reader )

Even The Strong Fall

All the clown could do was laugh, maddening and sinister. Surly he knew who Jason was and if so why would he go this far to rile him up. You stay back, watching as the toymaker made his way over to your above average tall guest. You could feel the hate in the air, almost taste it in fact. It was bitter, a note of iron tainting the taste otherwise somewhat delectable.
" You take me for a fool, old friend? " Jason almost spat that last word at Jack, almost like even uttering the word was enough to make him sick. He was so secluded, so shut in. He had always talked about it being like you and him against the world, rarely mentioning any other party. You considered the people you had met Jason's friends but never knew if he truly knew what they meant to him. Perhaps you were being rash and the toymaker just didn't value THIS friendship as one.
Now was not the time to ponder that though, gripping the table in front of you until your knuckles turned white in slight fear that the toymaker was in danger. You could almost see him smirking, his teeth sharp and that gaze golden. If Jason needed you perhaps you could step in but only if you felt the need to, the choice to help could be fatal if made wrongly and you didn't want to die.
Not without Jason fighting at your side.
" You must be very lonely to keep this pet around huh? Hehehehe Perhaps you have gone soft on us " Jason bows his head in anger, taking his hot gaze of the clown obviously trying to provoke him. There was never an " us " , the word meaning he worked with a group. He had never worked with these freaks in his life, most of them living in a singular dimension but Jason knew much better. He was wiser. At least that's how he saw himself. So how dare this creature come into HIS world and criticize HIM. Jack needed to be knocked down a few pegs, taught were he stood in this world because this world wasn't his.
You watch on, taken by surprise as you see a doll makes its way out from the back room, grabbing Jack under his arms in a death grip before he could even blink. Your heart was racing, this whole situation reminding you of fighting The Puppeteer back in the day.
That excitement.
The adrenaline.
The madness of it all.
It was all there, deep in your heart and ready to spring forth at a moment's notice. You smirk yourself, your teeth slightly sharper then you were used to, drawing blood from your lip as you bit down from struggling to keep those manical urges inside. As soon as the fight ended those ideas and feelings would vanish in a puff of smoke. For now, you watch on.
Jack yelps in surprise, his smile now a deep and monstrous frown, struggling in the grasp for freedom. You could hear his almost pained struggles, gasps escaping his black lips as his movements soon became less until he couldn't bare what was happening to him any longer, finally standing still. With a chuckle the toymaker pushes the clown and his doll prison into a seat, Jason sitting beside them casually with nothing more then a sinister smile that showed off the extent of his sharp pearly whites.
A faint dripping sound reached your ears, looking over to see the blood running down Jack's back leggings. The doll must have been inflicting some damage to make your guest more docile, more manageable and it had worked. Jack now laid still in the dolls arms, looking more pale then he once was, sweat dripping down his brow and a now glazed and tired look in his eyes. He seemed defeated and ashamed, ashamed of being beaten and after his outburst you couldn't say he didn't deserve it.
You would be lying.
" Mind telling me what your doing here? I didn't send for you so why enter my blessed sanctuary? " You could see Jack try to speak but his weak voice was now nearly above a whisper and a stammer. It was like he couldn't breathe. Jason looks over to you, signaling that he needed your assistance. You comply, still shaking from those feelings that lay deep down in you. Jason didn't need you to create a scene so you stand there, slightly shaking and turning your smirk into the best smile you could muster.
" Help him. Remove my creation from his almost lifeless body " You nod, pulling the doll claws out of the clowns sides and escorting the creation back into storage. You sometimes forgot these creations were once human, the soft droaning breaths from them always a sombering reminder. Jason didn't know but you still treated them like living beings at times. His victims souls were trapped, trapped and tormented like you once we're and you found it only right to still give them some dignity, even in death. You place the doll back in line, softly draping a blanket over her shoulders. You had done this for each and since the toymaker rarely came into this room this was the one action you could get away with. You close the door softly behind you, having calmed down a touch. Turning, you see Jason knelt in front of the limp clown, holding his chin tightly in his blood and paint stained black hands, that shadow creeping up the toymaker's arms like a stain.
A true sign of how angry he had become. To avoid his wrath you return to the table you had once resided, watching over the confrontation like a hawk in case your assistance was needed but that was something you doubted.
" Tell me, my dear Jack. Before I do to you what you did to those victims of yours. See how you like to be stuffed with candy hehe " Fear flickered in the once cocky clown's eyes, suddenly finding the strength to speak before his immortality was cut short.
" I..I bring news of that little twerp you have been following " Jason's brow deepens in confusion and you found yourself suddenly listening more into the conversation.
" Well...? "
" I don't have the answers but I know someone who does "
The toymaker squeezes Jack's face, digging his nails into the flesh, Jack letting out a pained screech as he did.
" Ow ow ow! THE PUPPETEER HAS YOUR ANSWERS. LET ME GO ALREADY! " Jason walks away from the shivering clown, hands behind his back and brows deep in thought.
" Send him home my chosen one. He's useless to us now "
" Yes Jason " You walk over to a nearby drawer, taking out one of the toymaker's special mice and making your way over to you now rather ill looking guest.
" He could have killed you. He was merciful...this time " With those words you throw the mouse to the ground, it exploding into a puff of smoke. It surrounded you and Jack from the toymaker's eyes. He sniggers one last time, holding his pained side.
" Keep your eyes open when visiting Pup. He may still be mad hahaha! " The smoke clears, Jack gone. You turn around to see Jason draping his shoulder feathered jacket over his arms and placing the top hat upon his head. He didn't want to waste any time it would seem. You grab your own coat, watching as Jason reapplied a new coat of make-up to his pale skin.
" We leave now (Y/N). Time to pay a dear old friend a visit "