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

Chapter 17

I sit there in horror. Absolute, disbelieving horror. The bed sheet that I mistook as my own is white and stainless, beautifully soft. The defined wrinkles suddenly blurred. I can feel the salty tears pouring out of my eyes' tear ducts in steady droplets, drip-dropping on the beautifully blurred blankets.

It gets harder to breathe through my nose. In fact, it gets harder to breathe in general; my breathes huff out in sharp, short exhales and my inhales are interrupted profusely with hiccups.

I try to wipe the tears and snot away, but it proved futile as the droplets of salt and oil keep raining down and my nose is filled with mucus. At some point, I started getting headaches. They start with a stabbing pain that gets progressively worse. I can't think.

After some time passes, my tears start to dry up. I'm still a little sniffly and the headaches are still killing me, but I guess I run out of tears. My breathing returns to normal and I relax a little, for the time being. I actually feel better, not gonna lie.

Suddenly, the door swings open to reveal the man who took me here in the first place. He looks furious, his whitening hair dances around his shoulders as his claws dig into the wooden door. His hands are blackening, contrasting his hair and his face looks gross, rotting just a bit. As they settle on me, his green eyes pierce through my very soul.

'Uh oh'

"WHERE IS HE?!" He's standing in the doorway screeching at me for no reason. I can't speak, I'm too scared. "Where.. is.. he?!" He uses a much quieter voice but it still holds the same malice.

"I," I croak out, "I don't know-"

He screams angrily and punches the wall. He faces away from me, banging his fists against the wall. He takes a moment, probably to calm down, then faces me again, his eyes a little softer but still glowing green.

He takes a breath, "Was there someone in here?" He points to the ground to emphasize what he means. I only look at him in confusion. He sighs, seemingly calming down but his look doesn't change, his hair is still white with anger. "A jester? A guy with blue hair, purple-ish skin?" I furrow my eyebrows in even more confusion.

"No..?" I have no idea how to answer a question like that.
He waits, waiting for me to confess to having someone in the room with me. We both sit in the quietness, not saying anything. After a while he sighs, louder and longer this time. He runs his hand through his snowy hair. "Well, if anyone else comes in here that's not me or my toys, you will let me know."

With that, he turns around and is about to walk away when I stop him. "Wait!" He stops for a moment then turns to me. "I.. um," I almost lose my train of thought, his expression radiates anger and annoyance. "Can I at least know your name?"

He pauses, obviously not expecting my question to inquire about his name. He looks me in the eyes and smiles. "Jason," he coos.