The Chosen One ( Jason the Toymaker X Reader )

Black tears

You sit on a park bench near the town center. A simple lunch run had turned into a full blown shopping spree. Good thing you had a good amount of savings from your previous jobs. Picking one of the many bags up you carefully pull out an item wrapped up tightly in bubble wrap to protect it since it was easily breakable. Inside the wrapping was a red and black glass vase. You gently hold it up to the light to get a closer look at what you had bought. The colored glass shines brightly in your face and you decide to retract the glass from the light to avoid blinding yourself.

Wrapping the vase back up you smile softly. Knowing exactly why you bought it. It was for Jason. A gift of thanks for the things he made you. Seeing the sun setting in the distance reminded you that you needed to head home, the air becoming cold and the wind chilling. You pick up the bags quickly and carefully to avoid harming the gift and make your way home to escape the cold air.

You soon reach the stairs leading up to your apartment. You begin to wheeze due to the weight of all the items you bought and you wondered why you bought so much. A mere distraction maybe? You fumble around for your keys in your deep jacket pockets and look up as you approach the door. A parcel laid at the front of your door. Your keys were soon forgotten as you look around to see if the parcel did indeed belong to you. Seeing nobody around you unlock the door and push the door open with you foot, taking the bags inside and coming back to pick up the box. You close the door and sit down with the box, forgetting the bags for the moment.

Opening the box revealed to you an array of wind up mice. Much like the ones Jason used the night before. A note was placed underneath. It read as follows.

" So you can visit me. If you need more ask. Signed Jason " You starch your ( H/ C ) hair and wonder how to use them, narrowing your eyebrows slightly. You take one in your hand. The mice felt very light and they were so colorful. You smile slightly at the beauty of them. Standing, you finally decide to try to use the mice. Picking up the vase you throw a mouse onto the floor, producing clouds of smoke. When everything cleared you were outside the workshop door. You take a deep breath and reach out a fist to knock on the door, suddenly stopping when you hear faint voices on the other side. You couldn't make out the conversation so you wait patiently.

After a while the door opened but Jason wasn't on the other side. The man that existed the workshop had grey skin and wore clothes and a beanie hat of the same color. His hair was shoulder length and black and his teeth and eyes shone a bright yellow. He pushes past you with a grunt, his clothes covered in blood and golden strings emerging from his hands. Something shook inside you, fear perhaps. You weren't sure who that man was but you knew he wasn't human. You finally step into the workshop and close the door gently behind you. You look for Jason but he was nowhere in sight. You hear a thud and the toymaker emerges from behind a large table, covered in blood from head to toe. Just like the man who had left. Your own blood suddenly runs cold as Jason makes his way over to you, wiping the blood from his face.

" Dear ( Y/N ) what's wrong?" You begin to stutter slightly and your hands begin to shake. You try to keep hold of the precious vase as Jason stares deeply into your green eyes, his smile sickly sweet.

What could have happened here?