Creepypasta Child Oneshots

Jason The Toymaker x Sick! Reader

Age:
Jason: 8
Reader: 6

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(Old work, not edited).

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Slowly opening my aching eyes, I looked around my room before sighing. I coughed, making Jason walk into the room. "Ah, you're awake!" He smiles at me, holding a bowl of something. "Feeling any better?" I groaned, putting my hand over my forehead before feeling how hot it is. "Geez, I'm on fire." I grumbled, looked at the bowl in Jason's hands. "Oh! Sorry, this is for you. It's supposed to help you." He sits down next to me, helping me sit up.

"Careful now." Once I'm sitting, Jason gives me the bowl of soup. "Is it hot?" I asked, looking at Jason. "Of course it is. Why? Do you like cold soup?" Jason leans forward a little, making sure I agree with the soup. "No, no, it's fine. I just didn't want to burn my tongue." I chuckled, coughing a little. I started eating, feeling better for a second. "Oooo! While you're eating, I have something for you." He smiles at me, getting up before leaving the room.

It felt like my room was getting hotter by the second, making me look around for my window. "Jason! Can you open my window? It's hot in here." I complained, seeing Jason return to the room with something behind his back. "Sure." He opened the window and I immediately felt the fresh morning air. "Thank you. What's behind your back?" Tipping my head to the side, I placed my soup aside.

"It's something I made for you and only you." Jason blushes a little, holding out a small doll that looks like me. "Aw, it's cute!" I smiled, taking the doll in my hand. "Really?" Jason's eyes began to sparkle. "All your dolls are cute." I kissed him on the cheek, making him smile. "If you get sick, it's not my fault." I giggled, hugging the doll close to me.