As sweet as Candy! (Laughing JackxReaderxToymakerJason)

Prologue: Let the games begin...

Being called to the office was always an exciting experience. 

It did not matter that this was the hundredth time he had been called, the feeling was still exhilarating. 

Another life to be taken, another person to be killed, another job to be done. That is all this was to him. 

His knuckles tapped against the oak door as he tried to collect himself. 

"Come in." A hollow voice called from within. That voice never failed to bring a slender smile across the Toy-maker's rotten face. 

Cold to the touch the office was. Almost as if a wind was brewing inside of the room itself, even at the absence of an opening. A single lamp flickered like a candle to reveal papers with large x's on them, twinned with old news paper clippings of crimes from years ago. Back from the golden age of the Slenderman. A grotesque figure, the shell of a once living man, the tale that children feared at the dead of night. 

The being that stalked the shadows of the forest and tore apart the humans and animals that dared to even look in his direction. Seeing how gruesome the crime scenes were, Jason could not help but become giddy at the thought. One day he would praised across the articles as one of the most brutal killers in the world. He would be the story that is whispered around campfires, the noise that keeps dreamers away from their pleasant slumber. He could think of nothing but the pure thrill of being someone's worst nightmare, and he would do anything to get it. 

"You called for me Sir?" His voice cooed, as innocent as the day he was born.

"I have a new assignment for you." The hollow voice groaned out of his empty face, "A small child by the name of (Y/n) (L/n). She lives with her two parents, no siblings-"

A gentle sigh came from the red-head's lips, the sensation of excitement dropping down in his stomach. His boss cocked his head, a gentle growl in his throat as a result of being interrupted. 

"Is there an issues with that Jason?"

"With all due respect Sir, when will you give me some more interesting cases to work with?" Just as the words escaped his mouth he sensed the instantaneous shift in his boss' temper. The darkness that spilt from every corner of the room seemed to crawl closer and closer to his feet. 

"Jason, I give you an assignment, you complete it. That is all you are concerned with. I will give you a better assignment when you prove that you can handle it. Are we clear?"

A lump formed in his throat. When that blank face is staring at you it is as if the whole world around you disappears. No escape and no mercy. 

"Y-Yes sir...I understand." 

Silence whistled in their ears until the darkness decided to draw back. The tension on the toy-maker's limbs dropped, almost as if this thing had a violent grip on him without a single physical touch. 

"Then I expect that you shall have this job finished in a few days." His response was as empty as his appearance. It almost would have been a boring meeting, but the echo of pounding steps proved him oh so wrong. 

"Mr Bossman!" A voice screeched as the door swung up with a brutal bang. A seething clown stomped to the lit desk and smacked his hands down upon the wood, crumpling a few papers as he did so. 

"What's the big idea ay!? Ya tell me that 'no jobs are going' or 'get the hell out of my office Jack before I strangle you it's 3am' and yet ya decide that this bozo is the best for killing the kiddos?" His hand shot up and pointed to Jason accusingly, "I am the original clown! The thing that hides under their beds at night, the thing that makes ya scream from laughter and yet you're playing me like the fool. I am scarier and better than that fake red nose honker Pennywise and yet this Santa's workshop lookin' moron gets to do the jobs that I deserve! Why the hell are ya lyin' to me boss!?"