The Chosen One ( Jason the Toymaker X Reader )

Capturing the key

You open your eyes slowly, your vision still somewhat blurry from the impact that the hooded man inflicted on you. In this state you couldn't see much, faint shapes and blurred colors at most. You longed to see the toymaker when your vision cleared. You wanted to hold him tight, never let him go. You wanted to run the shop with him, be by his side for eternity. You were dined your deepest wishes and when your vision cleared all you saw was the hooded, black haired man, figures stood behind him. You recognized only one of the accomplices. His face was pure white and even in the darkness that surrounded you you could see the blood red tie. It was the creature from Candypop's basement. You begin the struggle, realizing for the first time that you were tied to a wooden chair and your wings were clipped to the wall. Panic began to settle in and your heart raced but not with adrenaline but with fear. Whimpers escaped you  as you tried harder and harder to escape, finding the attempts futile. The hooded one turned to you and shushed you, putting a pale finger to his also pale lips before turning to the smartly dressed creature. 

" There. I gave you what you wanted now give me back my brother's photo album! " You felt sympathy for your attacker suddenly, realizing that he wasn't doing this for himself but for his precious memories that had been ripped from him. Your memories were there but they were all faked, put there by Jason when he sent you away. You had no real family but the toymaker and you wished to see those glistening green eyes again. You watch as a dirty, white photo album is carefully picked up off the floor. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, the feeling of fear and dread filling your heart. That was if you had one. 

" Jeff, you may leave now. I have no more use for you " It seemed that the creature could talk without a mouth or was of the creatures accompanying men speaking for him? You watch as Jeff leaves slowly, his eyes not averting from you for a second. You whisper a soft cry for help. Jeff looked at you regrettably and closed the door to the dark room, also banishing any sort of light entering the room. Your only source of light being a small candle that lay beside you. You watched as the creature edged closer to you, taking your chin in his hand and lifting your face up to meet his non existent gaze. Someone else steps forward, you try to move your eyes to get a better glimpse of said figure. You vaguely see an orange jacket and a pure white face, similar to that of a mannequin. 

" If Jason could became a monster from a human then his blood must have special properties. His and your blood will give me humanity " The voice came from the masked boy in front of you, confirming your suspicion that the creatures subordinates spoke of behalf of it. The creature roughly lets go of your face, you begin to scream loudly, wanting Jason to hear you. Nothing happened. You lowered your head in defeat, unaware that Jason was already on his way to you. A sharpened and bloody tool in his hand.