dark side of the toy store (Jason The Toymaker X reader)

Chapter 2: ~dark room

His light footsteps echoed throughout the dimly lit hallway; his shoes, as they tapped in a satisfying manner, had been the only thing that earned his attention. as he treaded on, soft muffled noises seemed to escape the grey iron doors he casually walked past, the hallway was long, the white walls seemed blinding underneath the fluorescent flickering lights. One door stood open at the end of the hallway, no light exited from the cracked door, as he wandered further down the hall, his shoes clicking softly against the floor; the room was plain, bright too, but it had such a dark aura that lurked from underneath the doors he passed; the doors containing horror and torture. The red headed males charming strong hands turned from human to monster in an instant, his nails turned to claws, the skin around them up to his wrist chalky black as if singed to its core, his long red hair seemed to dry out frying itself white; he halted almost immediately before the door, his dark hand reached for the door gently pushing it open, he then slowly drug his nails down the iron door, the screeching sound shouted throughout the silent room, he paused; A smirk then spread along the length of his lips, he slid inside the door in front of him, closing it behind him. The screams emitting from every crack beneath each door, the pleas for help, the cell in which he'd entered had pools of blood that had formed and made their way to the single drain that was imbedded into the cement in the middle of the hallway, blood that trailed from the room had handprints and a horrifying scene of struggle and fear; who would have known a man as charming as him would do such a thing. A females smothered scream sounded throughout the hall, almost overtaking the rest of the eerie sounds; her scream slowly faded into a painful cry, her voice cracked and hoarse, after a short moment, there wasn't much you could hear from beyond the single door, only the soft sound of a sweet lullaby, it was obvious it was from the male.

His sweet serenade he hummed to the no longer conscious woman lulled her into an awaiting death, her eyes glazed over and her lips chapped and parted, a fearful look still plastered about her once peaceful face; her hair soaked with her own blood, the dress she wore also covered with her blood, and a doll within her stiffened grasp, almost as if she couldn't let it go, like it were the only thing she had left to cling onto her short lived life. He wasn't even halfway finished with his 'creation'. His plans weren't entirely clear to anyone else other than himself as of yet, he placed his thumb beneath her chin and turned her head from side to side examining her, he grinned with joy as he'd realized he had chosen quite the jewel. His lengthy black nails brushed her left cheek softly before he carried on with his work; a needle, some thread, and a man whose done this plenty before, he didn't plan for this beauty to go to waste, he wanted to make her perfect, to fix her. The dress she wore, before it had been permanently stained with her own blood, was now a mix of white, red, and black, it was form flattering; her medium length brown hair, now caked in blood that hadn't yet dried, there were strands of wavy hair about the parts it had. Her bangs stuck to her bloodied face, her pale skin still soft but cold due to the chill of the room she'd been placed; how else was he supposed to preserve such a gem? In his work he hummed the same tune he had beforehand, the same eerie tune in which one wouldn't get out of their head, it was catchy as much as it were hair turning; he worked with the limp woman before him delicately, though he knew she'd feel nothing, he wouldn't want to hurt a potential doll, he hoped he'd succeed in fixing her as much as he hoped the same for the others he'd failed in the past, he seemed to connect personally with his victims, odd as it sounds, it's also quite sweet. His hands moved swiftly, professional, they were careful, worried he'd mess up, though he never once had before; his dark hand shifted down hovering just above her breasts covered by her buttoned up dress, his index finger, his thumb and also his middle finger wrapped around the top button, as he slowly unbuttoned her dress he caressed every inch of her body, her breasts, waist, hips.. he loved her already, he knew as soon as she stepped foot into his seemingly charming toy store, as he flashed a just as charming smile to his potential humble servant.

~~ flashback ~~

"Momma momma!" The little gal with slightly ratted hair thrown up into two pigtails on either side yelled to the woman whom sat at the kitchen table writing out checks to pay overdue bills, the brunette woman sighed and turned her head to the little one,

"Yes dear?" She sounded annoyed yet loving as she was busy with important issues that needed tending to, after all, it was for the one whom stood before her with her head slightly tilted, a rag doll in hand, and her eyes too adorable to refuse, she loved her dearly.

"Abby's clothes are ruined, and she has a tear!!!" The gal lifted the doll up, the clothes torn, and filthy at that, and a small open tear, it wasn't anything she had time to fix, she needed to go to the toystore near the station, she had already heard delightful words from little birdies all around, but she'd never actually gone.

"Oh dear, honey give Abby to me, she's dirty, would you please go wash your hands?" The woman held her hand out for the doll, the little gal nodded and handed her the rag doll before dashing off down the hallway. Stacking the envelopes that had been taken care of on the right side of the table and the larger stack of unpaid bills on the left, she sighed before tapping each stack on the table to straighten and even the envelopes. She stood up, her chair scraping against the old and tattered wooden flooring, she pushed the chair back in; "I might as well drop these off on the way.." she turned her head to the paid bills. She needed to go soon due to the unpaid bills that will be left unpaid unless she devoted today's time to them; she picked the delicate doll back up into her small palm before squeezing it and bringing it to her cheek, it smelled of her little girl, her beautiful baby, such momento to hold onto tightly.

The woman woke her husband making sure he kept an eye on their daughter while she left shortly, her hand brushed back his hair, her lips leaving warmth on his forehead, he instinctively placed his hand on her back with care as she gently shook his shoulder. once she was entirely sure he would get up, she grabbed the doll and the envelopes leaving her home, for the last time.

It's done, I finally updated, god it took me longer than it needed to Jesus Christ I'm sorry. 😐 cliff hanger too, oops.