The Living Doll (Jason the Toymaker X Reader)

Ripped Apart

A/N: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING for the last part of the chapter. Trigger warning for (slightly graphic) death and blood mentions. The majority of it is near the end, but there's a small mention of blood in the middle of the chapter as well. I apologize for the slow updates, but I've been looking forward to this chapter for a looong time!

Your eyes snapped open. You were fully awake now, looking up to see Jason standing by your bedside with a small tray. Quickly looking around, you realized you were back in your room at the factory. Your parents were nowhere to be seen. Your breathing hitched as panic began to rise in the back of your throat.

"Y/N, coffee or tea?" Jason repeated, his words firmer this time. You sat up, the covers falling off of you.

"C- coffee," you squeaked out, not really caring about the drink. How did you end up back here? What was going on? You scanned Jason's face intently as he poured coffee into a cup for you. There didn't appear to be any traces of ill-will on his face. He appeared to be completely normal. His eyes were still a soft honey-yellow, his fingernails were normal and not clawed, and his hair was still completely red.

He noticed you staring, and smiled. "You seem quite distracted this morning. Have any dreams?"

"Uhm...maybe," you murmured. Yesterday was real right? You escaped? But then, why were you here, and why was Jason so calm?

"Do you take any sugar or milk with it?" he asked. It took you a moment to realize he was still talking about the coffee.

"...milk, please..." you said. He poured a decent amount in and handed it to you. You were hesitant to take a sip. What if he had poisoned it as revenge for you running away?

Jason made himself some coffee as he talked to you. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast today, as an apology for leaving you alone yesterday. You must have missed me terribly," he said, a small smile on his face. You nodded, looking for any sign that he knew you were lying. He must have known you escaped right? He had to! Was this all some sort of test? You looked down into your coffee, trying to hide to utter panic on your face.

"Is something wrong, Y/N?" Jason asked sweetly. You suppressed the urge to vomit.

"I'm ok, Jason. I'm just...tired," you lied.

"Well, good thing I came with coffee then! We have a full day ahead of us, I have a few things in mind for us to do. Remember when you were asking me about sewing?" Jason went on about the plans he had made for the both of you, which eased some of the anxiety you had. Everything was completely normal, Jason was the same as ever.

But then...what happened yesterday?

"I'll give you 10 minutes to get ready, and then we're leaving." Jason finished, pulling you out of your thoughts, and exited the room. You got up, putting the coffee to the side, and got ready for the day ahead of you.

The first place you and Jason went was his workshop. The confusion and fear you were trying to push aside rose significantly when you realized he was heading that way. Jason never let you near his workshop before. He had to know that you went through the door, right? What if he was bringing you in here to turn you into a doll? You glanced up at him. He was walking slightly ahead of you, humming a tune to himself. There was still no trace of anger or resentment on his face.

He reached the door to his workshop and opened it, turning to you. He paused, looking at you with surprise and concern. "Y/N?" He asked, "Are you alright? You're looking a bit pale."

You could barely believe how confused he seemed. Did yesterday really not happen? "W-well, I thought I wasn't supposed to go into the workshop." You stuttered out. To be fair, he did attack you once when you came near this room.