Creepypasta Boys X Reader

Jason the Toymaker X Reader (Part 2)

Sorrryyyyyyy, I was meant to update this yesterday but I was with my bf all day >w< So it's a day late, but here it is! Enjoy!!!

It had been about a month since the door first appeared in your room. You still weren't sure if it was real or not, but its consistency made you certain it was real. What sort of dream goes on forever anyway?

Plus, you were always tired the next day, sleeping in and sometimes not waking up until the afternoon. Each day was different, and your parents weren't really happy with your sudden sleepy attitude.

Your father believed you were sneaking out, going to parties and doing drugs. Your mother disagreed, saying it was school work and other, more feminine qualities. You blushed every time she mentioned it.

"Well whatever it is, you better sort it out." Your father said, sliding through his phone to read the daily news, "It's going to affect your grades at school, and you're in your final year. You can't mess up your perfect scores now."

"I know dad, I'll try to figure something out."

"You better." Was all he said, before being caught in what was obviously an interesting story.

You let out a sigh, before grabbing some breakfast and walking out the front door. You were heading to school, even though your body was craving sleep, and had decided to walk. That was always a good way to wake up.

But you definitely agreed with your father, you would have to talk to Jason about letting you get some shut-eye now and then.

A frown appeared on your face. You had spent so much time with him in the past month, it seemed... Strange, to cut down on that time. How would you cope, not being able to watch him work, not being able to talk to him? You couldn't deny, you had gotten rather attached to the overly dramatic man.

And you felt he had grown attached to you too. How would he take it when you told him? He should understand, school was very important after all. Even still, you dreaded telling him tonight, the last thing you wanted to do was make him angry.

Your heart thumped at the thought of it. Boy was today going to be slow.

~LATER~

You laid in your bed, waiting for that old blue door to appear. Time was in fact going slow, as an hour passed. Then two, three. You were growing tired, your eyes started to droop close. There was a bright flash and you sat upright; the blue door was there.

With a gulp, you climbed out of bed. Slowly, you grabbed the shiny golden doorknob, pulling it open slowly. There was no light coming from the long hallway, but you were met with a harsh wind, it blew your (h/c) hair out of your face, making your skin feel like ice, and you couldn't help but wonder if he already knew.

The walk down the long, winding hallway felt like it went on forever, and you had no idea why you were so scared. Had it been because you've seen glimpses of his angry side? Sometimes while he worked he would growl or turn a little violent, though he always calmed down when giving you attention.

The only time he had snapped at you was the first time you met him, you had thought out loud that he was an imaginary friend. Boy did he hate that.

But you wondered about why you were still scared. Was it just his anger that was an issue? Or were you worried of upsetting him in general? The thought of him being mad at him was terrifying yes, but it also made you feel... Worried. Would he cut you out of his life if you made him angry again?

You stopped at the entrance to the large room, standing in the mouth of the tunnel. All the lights were off and the dolls he had made sat along shelves, all staring down at you. Their eyes shined in the darkness, almost looking wet with tears.