Creepypasta Short Stories. (Book 1)

~My Favorite Toy~ Jason the Toymaker. (2/2)

Requested by Spinaglory

(Sadist) Jason the Toymaker x (Shy) Reader

2nd POV

You awoke 3 hours later to Jasons voice, and his hands poking you.
You groaned slightly and opened your eyes to see Jason towering over you, which made you jump.
"Did you have a nice nap Y/N?" Jason asked with a smile as he looked down at you.
His eyes were its 'normal' honey yellow color, his hair didn't have any black streaks, his skin wasn't rotten and he didn't have his claws.
You sighed, thankful he didn't look angry.
"Y-Yes I did." You replied quietly as you looked away.
Jason squinted his eyes at you and his voice grew a bit dark.
"I said you could go on a walk, not sleep." He said as he stares down at you.
You gulped and suddenly he grabbed your hoodie and picked you up, a flash of anger in his eyes as they turned emerald.
"I thought you had left me. You can NEVER leave me. If you ever do, I'll torture you, turn you into a toy, then you'll really never be able to." He said as his eyes returned normal at the end.
Jason put you down and you took a slow step back.
"Jeeze, what a-are you in love with me or something?" You asked a bit irritated as you furrowed your eyebrows.
Jason's eyes widened a bit at your sarcasm, no one had ever used a tone like that to him before.
Jason scoffed and took a step towards you, to where he was now towering over you again.
You felt your heart race, your legs froze in fear, your E/C eyes looked into his.
He lifted his hand to your face, to which you flinched.
"I am incapable of human emotions." He said.
You breathed slowly as you watched him twist a piece of your H/C hair.
"But I will say this dear Y/N, you are my favorite toy, MY toy." He said as a streak of black then appeared in his hair.
Jasons claws grew, and he moved his hand quickly across your cheek.
You whimpered and Jason stepped away, turning his back to you.
You lifted your hand to your cheek and felt blood slowly trickle down your finger.
Jason chuckled and turned his head slightly to you, "When that scar forms, its a mark that you're mine." He said as he turned back.
"Come now Y/N, I have toys to make and you, a wound to bandage."
You followed him like a lost dog, but slightly became confused in your mind.
Jason wanted you for himself, but was incapable of human emotions?
You looked up at him, and softly smiled.