As sweet as Candy! (Laughing JackxReaderxToymakerJason)

Chapter 1: The clown in my closet

"Now remember, only one pill a day and always take it with water." The lady behind the counter blabbered to your mother as she held out the paper bag. The words being exchanged between the two adults flew completely over your head. Such a routine had been a part of your life for a few months now, seeing strangers who asked you question after question about what you thought and felt. It always put an unsettling feeling in your stomach. It was as if they were trying to find out what the problem was, not who you were. 

You tugged at your mother's arm desperately, attempting to pull her in the direction of the exit but this woman would not budge. Her and the lady at the desk seemed to be conversing back and forth about this supposed "illness" you had but it was all just nonsense. You saw your toys move! That isn't so bad right? You just saw them walking around your room like they were alive.  

That's what started this whole mess in the first place...

One mundane day from school had driven you to the seclusion of your bedroom. Slumping your bag on the floor, you dove into your bed with a small sigh. Yes the day had been incredibly dull, but your toys were there ready to be played with! Finally!

With your head buried in the soft fluff of your pillow, you somehow heard a gentle squeak. Your head shot up at the sound and yet nothing seemed to be with you. A few more seconds of silence passed. Maybe it was just you? 

Sliding off of the bed, you scooched over towards your playset. All the dolls and action figures you had wished you could play with all day were now finally here! But wait...One was missing. 

One was certainly missing. Your favourite solider Sir Duckson the Brave was missing in action! 

In a mild panic, you reached out to every hiding space you could find. Under the bed was a dead end along with behind all of your toy baskets. An unsettling feeling began to fester in your chest...

*squeak*

There it was again.

That strange noise that you swore was simply your fatigue. It came from a dusty corner of your bookshelf that was void of book and was home to a few cobwebs. 

With bated breath, you slowly yet cautiously crawled up to small spot. 

A tint of yellow caught your eye. That must be him! You began to speed up at a glimpse of the colour but the object moved before you could catch it. 

"Ah it moved!!!" You exclaimed, moving back and crawling back to the safety of your bed. Whatever that creature was, it was certainly not yours! It was too big to be an insect yet too small to be a pet...Along with the fact that you do not have a pet.

*squeak*

The noise was louder this time. It was coming this way!!!

With no ounce of hesitation, you scrambled under your blankets as quick as possible to escape whatever got into your room. The squeaking got closer and closer, louder and louder until you could hear the sound louder than your own thoughts. It had stopped right beside you. This was no time to be scared! This thing was in your room and gosh darn it if it wants to try and attack you then let it try. You had imaginary dreams with soldiers who fought a giant space monster under your belt so there was no way that you could lose to an intruder!

Taking a deep breath, you jumped out from underneath your covers and dived on top of the creature while shouting "Gottcha!". The thing squeaked again, but this time much more consistently and in a worried tone. Opening your hands, you saw a trembling little duck toy with a soldier's cap upon his head and a silver medal upon his bust...

"Sir Duckson?" Your face dropped as the duck hesitantly looked up at you. But...But he is a toy! How is this even possible? Were your dreaming? Did wishing finally work?