Meet Your Maker ( Jason The Toymaker X Reader )

A Toymaker's Tricks

You and Splendor spent what felt like hours together and in actuality it probably was. Time poured away quicker then the tea in the various many pots you both drank. However, through all this something prayed on your mind. He looked very similar to Slender and that sparked many questions for you. Through all the laughing and joking your heart felt heavy with dread, getting a small idea on why Jason sent for this person in particular. You clear your throat, setting your cup down gently and trying to muster up a small smile. Your chest still heavy and not due to cease until your mind was clear of whatever sudden suspicion you had of the creature.

" You and Slenderman....are you related? " Splendor sets his cup down, his eyes a touch wider then they used to be and with a soft sigh he answered your most deepest desired question. 

" Not exactly friend. We may look alike but we are from different worlds so we are more the same person then family. Why? Has something happened to the Slender of this world? " You shake your head, not wanting to tell the smiling creature that you had killed him once before. You felt a weight lift from upon you but it didn't last long though, seeing the portal door open and your scarlet haired creator step into the room with a loud thud. Had it really been that long?

" I trust things have gone over well here? " You nod in silence, unsure as to Jason's mood considering what you did earlier that day. When Jason was in a mood you really knew it, ending the day with a few cuts or bruises or perhaps a quick fix up in the workshop. You swallow the lump in your throat at the thought, noting that earlier you had left Jason irritated and in need of some alone time. This was probably why he sent you away but that didn't stop you shaking in fear and sweating profusely none the less. You turn, seeing that Splendor had vanished away into thin air, leaving you and the toymaker alone. Jason looks at you with a hateful stare, probably because of the work he had to go to to get you fixed later on. You retract, seeing Jason bring his hand closer to you in what you suspected could only be fury. The cold hand of the toymaker never laid harshly on your pale skin, nor did it sting from a strike. No, the toymaker's hand lay gently on the side of your face, his finger rubbing at your skin softly. You look up, slightly confused as to his actions only to see a tear in your creator's eye and his human form fully present. The black tear fell to the floor with a soft drip as Jason closes his eyes softly for a few moments, sobbing to himself for reasons unknown. 

" Why do I hurt you like this? Oh my dear doll " Hurt? Jason hadn't done such a thing. You hated seeing the toymaker like this and you soon find yourself lost in those glowing eyes, running your hand through the feathered mane of Jason's jacket and trying to control the broken man. Those green eyes stare deeply into yours and for a moment you forgot how much of a monster the toymaker surely was. Lips lock gently between you,eyes closing in a quick burst of happiness. Recently, this sort of behaviour was beyond Jason with only his monstrous side present. How you had missed this side of the toymaker, the human and caring part. You smile,pulling away from the toymaker and seeing that he had changed back to his old self. Dread and relief filled your heart all at once, having feared that Jason was shattered due to his sudden change of personality. The toymaker gives you a sharp and toothy grin, chuckling softy and soon erupting into full blown maniac laughter.

" Your too easily broken my dear. I will have to fix that but for now...it's time for bed " Jason raises his clawed hand to you, seeing the arm covered with the blackness that only Jason's ture personality had. You are pushed against the wall with an almighty force, banging your head violently and falling to the cold wooden floor with a loud thud. Your eyes begin to close, seeing Jason some down to your level and smirking. 

" I will never let him get you. You belong to me " The room is filled with laughter loud enough to wake the dead but despite this you drift off into a deep slumber, wondering about the man the toymaker had mentioned.