Jason the toy maker x suicidal reader lemon

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(warning this contains a lemon and a reference to suicide im asking you  if you have thoughts of suicide it is not the answer and if you need to talk i am open this is a request from lunarglitch07 )

i could hear them going at each others throats again. mom was screaming as she was packing her things to leave and dad in a drunken slur cursing her out. i hold on tightly to my stuffed bunny pugsly named after the Addams family character. i hear the front door slam and she was gone. heavy footsteps come stomping up the stairs and i see my dad come in he looked sad. he sits on my bed and sighs. "you won't leave me will you princess" he asks i nod in fear. he smiles "i can always trust you right" he runs his fingers threw my (h/l) (h/c) and gets closer. i hold tighter to pugsly and he looks at the rabbit mad. "you know you eighteen , your a big girl now i don't think you need that " he reaches for pugsly and i shield him away .

"please daddy leave him alone" i say trying not to sound scared failing miserably. he looks at me mad before snatching pugsly out of my hands and tearing him open and stomping on him. he turns to me and storms over . he grabs my jaw harshly and screams in my face and throws me to the bed before storming out. i cry softly and i look to pugsly , he was all i had left even if he was just a stuffed animal. i have to fix him. i go to my secret drawer and i take out the sowing material and i stitch him up. i hold onto him tightly, this can't be my life now i can't stay here. i  get up and i go to the bathroom pugsly in my hands and i look for my hidden razor.  i tremble as i cut once it burning blood oozing out. i do a few more and i start  to feel light headed. i down and i look at pugsly who i felt was looking back at me. i look to the door and it was blue . I'm in such a haze i can't remember if it was always like this or not. the door slowly starts to open and there stood a tall figure all i could see was a shadow. it picks up pugsly , i slowly start to fade off the last thing i hear being a worried deeper voice , soft in the words.

"i have to fix you up my friend " i felt like i was floating . it is dark around me , am i dead, is this some type of hell. i hear soft music and my eyes flutter open. i turn my head to the side confused. there is a music box on the side table and im in a queen sized bed . i sit up my head spinning i look to the foot of the bed and there sat pugsly all fixed. i get a sharp pain in my wrist i look to see stitches. i look around the room . the wooden floors, the walls where brick and the side table on my side and a rocking chair in the other. i start to get up when the door opens and in walked a man. he was tall well built. he wore a top hat , black coat with fur around the collar. his skin a pale tone his hair a  red , like it was dyed but it wasn't it was natural and his eyes. they are a beautiful honey color. he looks over to me and smiles kindly. "you're up " he put the tray he came in with down on the table next to the music box. was he some kind of doctor?

"w-where am i" i ask nervous i quickly grab pugsly and i hold him tight the man sits in the chair next to the bed.

"im my toy shop, well below it , how are you feeling" he asks

"um im okay" i lie he frowns at me

"friends aren't supposed to lie to each other you know, " he holds out his hand "let me see " i hesitantly hold my arm to him and i notice the scars are there and the stitches needed to be taken out. he grabs on tools and starts to take them out making me wince in pain. "im sorry , im not meaning to hurt you" he finishes on one arm and goes to the next "im Jason" he tells me "and you are (y/n) , i had pugsly keep you safe til i felt i could meet you in person i should have come sooner." he frowns. i was confused i then try to think back to when i got pugsly. i was seven me and momma where at a carnival and there was , i quickly look to Jason it was him ,i lost the game but he still gave me the rabbit.

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