Meet Your Maker ( Jason The Toymaker X Reader )

Solitary

You sit in the cold room for what seemed like hours and to be honest it probably was, Jason's saddened and regretful eyes being all that you could think of, well there wasn't much else to think of was there?
Did the Toymaker know of his actions?
Which side of him did this?
Those answers were far from your reach at the moment but soon Jason would be coming with your dinner and you hoped those kind eyes that you loved would still be there for you to see. You shook and shiver with both fear and cold, unable to tell the difference anymore. The room was freezing and the singular light was so dim it may as well not be turned on. You curl up for warmth, feeling no better then you had previously as you hear footsteps make their way towards the room. You look up, hopeful. Perhaps Jason was coming to free you, or give you food. To be honest it was a win win situation either way but you would have preferred to be free. Your mind wanders back to the previous events, what you had read that lead you to be confined like this.
Jason knew of Vine long before you did and something struck a cord in his dark heart. He was scared of the boy and maybe he feared that something would happen if you were to get close to him.
The Dollmaker.
It was clear that Jason felt thretened, not for his craft but for his life and perhaps for yours too. The creaking of the door brings your attention back to the real world as you look up to meet the clearly disheartened gaze of the toymaker, tears running down his face and his hands trembling as he sobbed.
" My dear I'm..I'm so sorry " He wasn't able to look at you, turning from you as you saw his ebony lips quiver. You were shocked. Jason had never been this open before, this defenseless. He was like any other human being. You stand, walking gingerly to the toymaker after closing the door behind you. Your chest was heavy and your eyes pricked with sadness for the obviously troubled soul before you.
" Jason..." You made sure to speak softly to him, not wanting to offend him or for him to change. As sad as a moment this was it was something to hold dear. You hold him tightly in your arms, rocking him like a child.
He was indeed troubled, also tormented and you wanted to help him.
But how?