The Living Doll (Jason the Toymaker X Reader)

Twisting and Turning

A/N: Jason is a sneaky mfer

You peeked around the corner of the hallway. Seeing it empty, you continued down it. You were frantic, barely able to keep your head. This factory was like a maze, and you had no idea where you were heading. Multiple times you wondered if there even was some sort of exit. You forced those thoughts away, however. They weren't helpful.

After going down two more halls, you came across a door, and took your chances, grabbing the handle and shoving it open, closing it carefully behind you. The room was not as small as the bedroom you had woken up in, and you honestly weren't sure what this place was for. A colorful rug laid out on the floor, toys strewn everywhere. You took a few nervous steps forward. You had hoped there would be another layer of hallways, maybe another door somewhere. You were sorely disappointed.

From the corner of the room, you heard something move. You jumped, turning. A mass of fabric shifted, the form revealing itself to be a giant snake. It uncurled slowly, stretching out so you could see it's mismatched button eyes and patchwork skin. The giant snake came towards you happily, and you felt the weight on your chest lessen slightly, thankful it wasn't Jason.

You moved towards the door, but found you could no longer open it. The snake's body leaned against it, not budging an inch. It winded around you, curling you up in it's grasp. It's head rose up, and it smiled at you. It's dopey grin filled with sewing needles for teeth. It's mouth opened wider, preparing to swallow you up. What filled you with fear, however, was not that. It was that in the far back of the snake's throat, you saw a human hand reaching out for help.

You screamed. Pure panic taking over your body, the immediate threat of death forcing everything else away. You struggled fruitlessly, mind going blank. The snake lunged.

The next thing you knew, your body hit the floor. You gasped from the blunt pain, landing on your arm. Looking up, you saw Jason, who was calmly holding the giant snake by the back of his head, and reaching into it's mouth with his other arm, a passive expression on his face.

You shrank back, looking around for an escape, or even a weapon to use. You heard a sound, and turned back to see a girl with short black hair climb out of the snake. Jason, to your surprise, began to berate her.

"What did I tell you?" He said to her, "Didn't I tell you not to get too close to Mr. Glutton? Why am I always having a conversation like this with one of you? Next time, I'm leaving you in there to be digested, don't think I won't!" He admonished, shaking a finger at her disapprovingly. She apologized to him quietly, before glancing at you quickly, a nervous expression on her face. Jason looked at you too, and a dark pit formed in your stomach.

"Go, now," He said to the girl, still looking at you. She seemed to hesitate for a brief moment, before turning away and walking out. Jason came towards you, and you stiffened, before he offered his hand. You slowly took it, standing up and taking a step away from him. The snake, Mr. Glutton, was back to his corner, munching on a toy.

"That was one of my dolls, you see," Jason explained, catching your attention. His voice was reserved, eyeing you carefully. "It's what you would have become, if I hadn't given you another chance. There are many of them here, you may see a few as you explore this factory more often. I assume you were exploring, after all. After I was so gracious to you, I simply can't imagine why you would run away, right?" Jason said, his tone light, but held a warning underneath. You quickly nodded.

"Of course! Just exploring. You left so quickly after our talk, you see-" You began to try and explain, but he held up a hand to silence you.

"Right," He said, a smile forming on his face. "Of course, I believe you." Something told you he didn't, however. "But as you see, this is why certain areas are restricted. Mr. Glutton simply loves to eat anything, I usually feed him broken or useless toys. It's sometimes dangerous to get to close to him."

You nodded again, still nervous. He let out a sigh, and smiled at you warmly. "Let's get you back to your room. I'm sure you're tired from today's events, and don't worry, I'm not mad about your little outburst you had earlier- well not anymore, anyway," He said, leading you out of the room.

My outburst? You thought. I wasn't the one who ran out of the room. You didn't say anything about it, though, and followed him quietly back.

Jason opened the door to your room, gesturing for you to enter. You sat on the bed, noticing the pills and glass of water were still there.

"I'll let you rest. We can talk more tomorrow, love," He said, and quietly closed the door. After a moment, you took one of the pills, washing it down with water, and lied down. The pills took effect, numbing the pain of your headache, and sleep finally overtook you.

You woke up sometime later, unsure quite how long you were asleep, but it must've been quite a while. You got up and checked the door. Locked. It made sense, you supposed Jason didn't want you to rush off and go 'exploring' again. There wasn't much to do in the room, however, and even though you really didn't want to see Jason again, it felt like you had no choice. You knocked on the door, and loudly said, " Jason? It's me, I woke up. Can you unlock the door?"

There was no response, which you expected. A window was on the side of the room. It was too small to fit through, most likely, and there didn't appear to be any kind of latch to open it. Looking through it though, it appeared to be midday, a forest not too far away from where you were. It was hard to get a good look at the building you were in from the window. You huffed and sat back on the bed again, wondering when Jason was going to come get you. You hated even thinking that, but at least then you could leave the room.

Was he doing this on purpose? Leaving you in the room? So you would want to see him? You shook your head. No, no. He was just busy. Or too far away to hear you. You stood up again and knocked at the door. "Jason? Can anyone hear me? I'm awake. Hello?" You said loudly. No response. You jiggled the door handle again. Still locked. You kicked the door. It hurt, and the door didn't even budge.

"Goddammit," you muttered to yourself, holding your foot in pain.

Hours passed. You started to get hungry. You kept knocking on the door, you swore at least twice you heard someone pass by, but no one answered you. You felt like you were going crazy. Leaning your back against the door, you sighed.

"Jason?" You called out again, miserably. "Are you ignoring me? You said we'd talk." There was no response. You highly doubted he was actually outside the door, but you continued to speak. " Was it something I said? I'm, uhm..." You tried to think, staring at a toy mouse in the corner. " I'm sorry for running off. And for hurting your toy, but I already apologized for that. Oh!" You said, snapping your fingers. " Sorry for my, erm, outburst yesterday. Right, that's what you called it. Sorry. I shouldn't have...questioned you?" Yeah, that sounded like a fucked up thing to apologize for, especially once you said it outloud. Again, there was no response, and you sighed.

A few minutes passed, before you heard footsteps coming down the hallway. You stood up and began knocking at the door. "Jason? Jason, is that you?"

You heard the door unlock and smiled in relief when it opened, revealing Jason on the other side.

"Oh, are you awake already? " he asked, seemingly surprised. You almost hugged him in relief, before catching yourself. What were you thinking? You stepped back instead, composing yourself.

"Uh, yeah. For a while, actually. Didn't you hear me?" You asked, slightly annoyed. Jason shook his head innocently, his gaze traveling over to the black mouse in the corner of the room.

"Didn't hear a thing, doll. Anyways, you must be hungry. I'll have someone make you a sandwich, hm?"

You nodded, and followed him out of the room.