My Special Little Friend Forever (Jason The Toymaker x Reader) *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 3

Jolting up in one sudden movement, I gasp and breathe heavily, as if I wasn't breathing in my sleep. My eyes scan around my dark room vigilantly, almost as if looking for something that might be a danger. Of course, however, there was nothing, or at least not as far as my eyes could see, in the blackness that filled my room. I was so sure someone was there, though. So sure someone was standing in the corner looking at me, I scanned the room from the comfort of my bed at least ten times over; I did it so much that my eyes adjusted to the lack of lighting in the room.

After somewhat calming my nerves, I looked over at my clock which read 4 am. I realize that I'm not the least bit tired after that terrible nightmare. In fact, what was the nightmare about? All I remember is saturated, liquid-y colors, dripping, faded colors of the rainbow with blues, pinks, yellows, and more. There was this man?

I'm not too sure now that I think about it, but I know that there was the voice that sounded like a man or what sounded somewhat like a man. Though, I'm not too sure since there was nothing but, ugh, that haunting laughter. It gave me shivers recalling the sounds in the nightmare. There were some children there too, giggling with this man. Others were clapping and there were the soft sounds of little feet, it sounded like they were running around all around me just out of my vision.

I was sitting on the floor in this room that was engulfed in inky darkness. There was this light shining from seemingly right above me, or that's what it looked like from what I saw, with shadows and all. I wouldn't know exactly because no matter how much I begged my arms to move or my legs to carry my body out of here, I was sitting there in the spotlight. I was staring at this wall that had strips of, like I said, saturated colors all on that wall, dripping to the floor and pooling onto the floor. The sounds were so vivid, so real it sounded and felt like I was actually in a room filled with small children and this man.

It was like I was sitting there for an eternity before a cold hand roughly grabbed my forearm and, for the first time in this dream, I swiveled my head towards the face of this... thing. I can't call it a man because when I looked at it, its eyes hadn't a shred of humanity in them only, for lack of a better term, pure evil. That's when I woke up with that sudden force; it was the force of almost pure fear.

This thing's face... ugh, I can't recall its features now. I'm just drawing a blank when I try to describe its face, I can only remember the insanity in its eyes. But I do remember it laughed. When I turned to face it, I guess my fear was clearly on my face because it laughed. Maybe it was a laugh of joy? Entertainment? No, not just one emotion(?), it had a laugh containing something like... eh, joy, maybe enjoyment from my fear, probably insanity, too...

Suddenly, I heard a soft growl. Not from any corners or even a mouth; I soon realized that I was starving. I got out of my bed, after one last scan of the room, and went to the kitchen. As I was walking quietly down the hall, as to not wake Mom up, I heard the microwave turn on.

I'm not too sure why a burglar would want to use our microwave, but if they're willing to burgle our house for seemingly no reason, I doubt they're in their right mind right now. I'll just take out my phone and- Oh no! I left my phone in my room, charging. If I go back now, they might hear me. What do I do now?

Maybe if I'm really quiet I could sneak back and grab my phone. Then-

"(Y/N)?" A voice called quietly from the kitchen.

'Run' My instincts were telling me to make a break for it but to where? I can't just leave my mom here with a burglar! I was so scared, I remained quiet. 'Maybe if I'm quiet enough, they'll think they're imagining- Wait if they know my name...'

"(Y/N)?" The voice called again. Wait, now that I'm a little less terrified, I recognize that voice.

"Dad?" I called out, my voice uncertain; my nerves still telling me to be careful despite my logical side telling me it's my dad.

"(Y/N) why're you up, it's 4 am," Dad questioned, coming into my view. He's still in his work clothes.

"Got hungry, so now why're you up?" I wasn't about to relive that nightmare reciting it to my dad.

"Oh," Dad huffed frustratedly, "Work kept me there for far too long for it to be legal." Dad sat at the table, putting his elbows on the surface of the cheap wood. I walked into the kitchen and looked into the microwave to see a plate of leftover spaghetti. "I'm sorry." The words caught me off guard while I was in thought.

"Hm?" I hummed in a questioning tone and looked at Dad.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to see you today, I just had to do my duties, you know?" Dad wasn't always home, but he was trying. He always tells Mom how he regrets letting work keep him apart from us. I know because I was a very good actor when it came to sleep when I was younger.

Even though he's not always around, I'm not bitter about it; I know it's just the way the cookie crumbles. Sometimes good people get dealt a bad hand. When he is home, however, he always reminds me of his love, of his happiness to have me around.

"I got to see you today, it's yesterday that I never saw you." He perked up, then smiled.

"Don't be a smart alec." He says, jokingly.

The microwave beeps, indicating that his pasta is ready. He gets up and opens the small door, stopping the beeping.

"Well," I say, grabbing a potato chip bag from the pantry, "I'm going to my room." Dad turns around and smiles. He goes over to me and kisses the top of my head, "Goodnight, my sweet baby, love you"

I return the smile, "Love you too, Dad." I go over to my room and close the door. I sigh, open the chip bag and quickly eat the chips. Putting the empty bag away to throw away tomorrow, for now, I just want sleep. I slowly drift off to sleep but then I remember the horrifying nightmare I literally just had. I lose all motivation to sleep, but as if my brain flipped a switch to make me suddenly sleepy, I unwillingly drift off to visions of nothing but darkness.

((A/N) It's almost midnight right now, I need to SLEEP.)