At work the next day you couldn't help but look back on the events of the night before, wondering if they were connected. More over, you couldn't help but think about Jason. How creepy and mysterious he was, how....adorable? You shake your head to get rid of the thoughts, like your trying to shake them out your head. You proceed to take the customer's pizza order and relay it back to your colleagues at the oven. Sighing , you look outside. Not able to rid your thoughts of the mysterious toymaker. Something kept making you think of him. You were not sure of what it was though.
Your colleagues began to call out to you, noticing you weren't paying attention at the till.
" ( Y\N ) focus! " You finally snap out of your thoughts and see the long line of customers before you. When did the line get so long? Nevertheless you begin to take orders again. You look up from your sheet of paper that's filled with orders, your heart beats loudly.
The toymaker was stood before you, this time in a top hat and a black coat with a white feather rim. You begin to panic as his green pricing eyes look into yours. Something unsettling about the whole thing. You look down to the table and bang your fists.
" Go away! Just go away!" You yell at the top of your voice, only to look up and not see Jason there. Stood in his place was a young teenage girl with brown hair and fair skin. Her glasses making it easy to see the fear in her eyes.
" Oh...oh my god I'm sorry miss!" The woman began to cry and run away. As you watch her leave you notice a blur of red and black across the road. Jason smiled at you, his teeth sharp and once again his eyes glowing. You begin to hyperventilate and loose your cool. Something wasn't right, he seemed to be everywhere. You jumped as your boss touched your shoulder, your reflexes almost making you hit him in the face.
" ( Y\N ) I cant tolerate this any more. You have been out of line today. Your fired " Those words rang in your brain like a bell, completely ignoring the hazed look over your boss' eyes. Running out of the store tears fell from your eyes and from the distance you heard someone say something, something sinister.
" You will be mine ( Y\N ) You are my chosen one "
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The Chosen One ( Jason the Toymaker X Reader )
FanfictionYou always felt like someone was watching you. Something in the shadows. Could that old rabbit you received as a gift hold the key to the truth? Credit of creation for Jason the Toymaker belongs to the rightful owner
