The Carnival

Chapter 4

"So then who, or what, exactly are we dealing with?"

Questioned Dean. I took in a deep breath to both calm myself and to prepare to tell my theory.

"So we all know what creepypasta is right?"

They all nodded in agreement expect for Seb. Looking as confused as ever.

"Basically, creepypastas are just a bunch of horror stories and legends that got popular over the years. They mostly revolve around murder and sometimes suicide. You might of heard of some, like Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Slenderman. But the thing is, what if they're not stories?"

They all looked at me like I was mad, showing ignorance to my statement.

"I'm saying, what if creepypastas are real? There is this one creepypasta who fits this scene perfectly. His name is Jason the Toymaker."

My speech was quickly interrupted by Ari.

"Wait I've heard about him! Now that I think about the mess we're in, it could be him. But how?! He's not real! He's just a scary story!"

"I'm confused, who is Jason the Toymaker?"

Dean and Seb said in unison as cunfusion spread across their faces.

"Jason the Toymaker is a creature with human features, who loves building and inventing toys, but his age is unknown. He is able to convince children to make a deal for eternity: which means, being with him forever. He looks like a perfect friend, but in fact he is selfish, a liar and possessive. It doesn't matter to which extent a child will keep the promise, because for Jason, the attentions will never be enough.

He can't stand to be left aside, he can't tolerate that the centre of attention moves from him, and he hates when a child reveals to be ungrateful. When he understands that a child can't keep the promise and wants to go away, Jason punishes them, transforming them into a wax doll, so they can never abandon him, so they can stay by his side. His appearance is linked to his sudden change of a certain mood, anger. When he's furious, Jason appearance changes revealing what he truly is: a creature consumed by his eternal impossible wish.

In his normal form, Jason has scarlet hair that just goes past his shoulders, a vermillion waistcoat accompanied by golden buttons and a victorian, bronze pocket watch, a sacrifice lace ruffle frill white shirt, a lengthy, midnight, doubled tail coat that split at his waist, his sleeves are rolled up to his forearms and at the chest of the coat are also golden buttons but are loosely linked by a string. He has voluminous, white feathers on his shoulders, he wears a black and white striped top hat, grey trousers and obsidian boots that striped with sangria red rubber at the bottom of it. His height is about 6"3.

He becomes merciless, domineering and is known for his welcoming friendliness, that can quickly switch to terrifying violence. The only thing he guards with affection, accept for his dolls, is his special cerulean music box which nobody can touch. If Jason's music box is broken, at the same time Jason will die."

After I finished my explanation on the man, Dean questioned me.

"So let me get this straight, we are dealing with a mood changing  phycopath who is not human, likes to play with kids, who can change his form when he has a bitch fit, and if the kids decides to grow up he has a temper tantrum and turns them into a wax doll so they can never leave him, and it so happens to be that he is real, and we are in a room where he makes the dolls?"

Dean stated, all I did was nod as he basically summed up the situation we are in.

"So for this to end, all we have to do is get the cursed music box from him and destroy it?"

Ari seriously questioned, by the look on her face, I could tell that her patience is up, she's angry and wants to fight.

"Yeah, first we need to find out where he keeps the music box, then how to destroy it. It may be made out of wood but if his life was built around this thing, I doubt it'll be as easy as stomping on it to break it. I think we're gonna need a knife, a hatchet or something."

I then stated brainstorming our plan.

"I've read a few stories about him and by the sound of it, he's been around for a long time."

Ari said as she stared at me wait for my response. I didn’t talk, as I was too busy brainstorming, so she carried on.

"I read that the music box is as old as he is, and by the pictures I've seen of it, it looks like 100 years old."

"Yeah but that's the thing, we don't know. In the stories they never specified how old he is, what he is or where he's from. They've only been about how he murders people and the thrill he gains from it. His actual origin story is unknown, and they never explained what the box looks like, just that it's a blue music box, that his life is linked to. The pictures you saw were probably fanart."

Was my response to Ari's comment, she was trying to thing outside the box, but she always forgets the minor details that means the most.

"What if we use a hammer or something to destroy the box, surely it can't withstand that much power. Or we could use an axe, a viking axe! Yeah that will definitely do the job, vikings are badasses, their weapons will destroy a little wooden box!"

Dean said with happiness in his voice, he really likes breaking things, so whenever he gets the chance to do so, this boy will very much take it.

"Great idea Dean, but tell me, where the hell are we going to find a viking axe? This is a workshop not a Scandinavian museum you idjit, I know you like breaking things and being stupid, but actually try to use your head sometimes."

"You mean use my head to break the box? Geez Ari I think that will hu-"

"I MEAN USE YOUR HEAD TO THINK, NOT TO BREAK THE BOX YOU DUMBASS!"

Dean just looked suprised at Ari as she turned tomato red while huffing and puffing, I really wanted to laugh but I suppressed it because I didn't want a mouthful from the girl.

"We could use a hammer though, like you said Ari this is a workshop, I think someone as sadistic as this guy will have a hammer."

Seb said, finally talking.

"OH HELL YEAH!"

Was all Dean said, then we stared looking for a hammer. After searching for a few minutes, we finally found a mallet. It was small, but it will definitely do the job. It was small enough to hide in Deans jacket so we did, triumphant in our findings.

That's when it hit me. We're in a phycopath's lair and we're just standing here discussing our plan about the killer and how we are going to kill him, while he's still here. Looking for us.

"We gotta get out of this place guys, what if Jason decides comes back to finish this dol-"

I cut myself of realising who I was talking about.

"Finish creating Matilda into a doll and finds us here."

"Then we're next."

Was all Seb said as he had a petrified look plastered on his face, with the blood drained from it.

At that point we all picked up that we had to leave. We gathered ourselves, preparing to run again, but then, we started to hear footsteps again. It was obvious that we couldn't go through the door leading to the hallway, so we have to find another exit.

We hastily searched the room for us to leave and found another door. We quietly ran towards the door and slowly entered it, what we saw on the other side was shocking.