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

Chapter 14

So I'm gonna start off with a recap what happened in the past... I'd say few days.

Okay, so this is what happened: During your break from school, you were having weird nightmares and had trouble sleeping. The more days that passed the worse everything had become, the more your life seemed to fall apart.

The first horrible event was when you found out that your dad was murdered and nobody knew

(it was him,)

who did it. Second, your mom suddenly disappeared which caused you to fall into this sort of catatonic state, trapped in your own world of despair. Then he

(Jason)

showed up, the monster who haunted your dreams. He came out of nowhere with your mom in his hands and killed her right in front of you.

(Ohhh, sad!)

With your life on the line, you agreed to be his friend then entered his world. He said he had a surprise for you and told you to follow him down a hallway.

(Oooooh!)

By then you had come to your senses and decided that you needed to escape.

(You go... person!)

You slipped through an open door when he wasn't looking and went from there.

So now we're back to right now:

This room shares the same wallpaper with the hallway and the floor looks the same. After I silently close the door, I notice that the room's really dark, I can see anything. I better look for a light switch before he notices I'm gone.

Pause! Okay, if you didn't know from the title of the story or anything, this he that you're talking about is, of course, Jason, but shhh you don't know that yet! Okay, unpause!

Their words still echo in my head.

(If you try to run away, I will find you then I'll fix you up)

I'm feeling around for a light switch on the wall until I run into what I assume is a table. I grunt from the sharp pain.

'Of course I had to run right into the corner.' I inhale sharply and decide to try and feel my surroundings a little more.

I crouch down and feel around on the floor until I hit my head on something plush. I raise my hands to my head than on the object I hit my head on.

'A recliner?' Yup, I feel the grooves in the leg rest that isn't sticking out of the chair. I stand up slowly to feel something hit my head again, startling me. I gasp and feel around frantically for the thing. I clasp my hand around a... chain?

I pull on it only for a lightbulb to suddenly flash on. I close my eyes and grunt a bit at the sudden brightness. Then, look around at the room.

There is indeed a recliner next to me and some tables lining the walls. The tables had some dolls and figurines standing motionless. 'Ugh, creepy.' I think looking at the pale faces and lifeless eyes of the dolls. There are tools strewn all over the tables too, heavy saws, and pliers, and screwdrivers.

(click)

(Uh oh.)

I come closer to the tables.

(click)

(That's not good.)

There's this one doll with wings sewn in the back, giving it the look of an angel. It has a flower crown on top if it's blond locks and a pale blue dress that reveals the doll's upper back.

(click)

The doll is facing the wall.

(click)

I reach my hand towards it, not really knowing what to expect.

(Oh no.)

Then suddenly the door flies open, with an ungodly sight awaiting me just as my fingers almost brush against the doll's arm. I hear giggles and snickers just as he grabs my arms tightly. He glares at me with those green eyes that were present when he killed my mom.

His hands are on the brink of breaking my arms. He doesn't seem to care though. "I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU TRIED TO RUN I'D CATCH YOU," He screeches in my face, making me try to cringe back. He's breathing heavily as if he ran to race a bus. He looks back at some toys that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Take (Y/N) to their room then lock the door. I'll deal with them later."

Gasp, I can't bear to read anymore! Poor you, looks like you weren't as sneaky as you thought. Oh well, maybe next time.

Anyways, I bet you're thinking that I'm the author. Well, you're wrong! I'm actually a fictional helper that the author... You know what? "The author" isn't a proper name. Let's call them... Writ! Short for "writer". Clever, huh?

Back to what I was saying, Writ made me as a helper of sorts for readers! I can answer questions, add my own little comments into the story, and be that quirky fourth wall breaker that everyone loves! Basically, I'll jump in and out of the story but I'll always be there! Always

If you're wondering, yes, I do have a name! It's a name that's been thrown around by Writ's friends, mostly because I've always been there. Anyways, I'm sure you're tired of reading about me so Writ is just gonna end the chapter here.

By the way, my name's Sally