Meet Your Maker ( Jason The Toymaker X Reader )

Dreams

You kept a tight hold on the toymaker, watching that sinister grin grow wider and wider with each passing second. Your were shivering with fear, breath hitching in quick bursts from the nervousness you were forced to feel.
Yes, forced.
You may have been Jason's closet creation, his chosen and his beloved but you were also once considered human. You were raised by humans who taught you morals and the meaning of life. Having developed as such made you feel a deep and strong emotion, the feeling of fight or flight. This left you more human then anything the toymaker had ever created and he always used this fear to make you submit. Submit to his ways and listen to whatever he wanted. His cunning ways may charm you but you HAD to fight it. This time for his sake.
You try your best to scowl, causing Jason to snigger under his breath. He grabbed your waist with his slender hands, digging his nails into your wax and flesh concoction body. You could feel the blood pouring but still you held on.
" Why must you make me resort to violence? The last person who did not listen to me, well you know what happened to dear...old...Pup " You push further into the wall, ignoring the loud heartbeat you heard in your ears. Intimation wouldn't work, not this time.
" As my chosen all you have to do is listen but yet my dear it is always beyond your capabilities " Your life essence dripped from the bloody cloth of your shorts, legs weak from temporary anemia. You almost slip, gripping your fingernails deep into the toymaker's shoulders as all he could do was smile, teeth as sharp as the devil's and eyes glistening green like the most precious emerald. The room around you blurred and your head became dizzy. You tried to listen as Jason continued to talk but it was no use. His once velvety voice was now nowhere louder then a muffled sound. Unable to hear all you could do was look on with abandon, keeping focused and trying your best to hang on to life with what little blood you had left. The feeling of the toymaker removing his claws from your side caused a slight wince, a whimper escaping your deathly pale lips. You did feel a moment of relief though, even though you felt deep down that Jason was just waiting for you to move on from this mortal coil, it felt nice to not feel sharp nails piercing your muscles. Your legs finally give in, letting the toymaker go and almost tumbling to the ground.
Almost.
You are grabbed just before your knees hit the stained and hard wood, being pulled up by a tight grip from under your chin. Jason laid his bloody hands upon your face, lifing you up to meet his beautiful and glistening gaze. You could see the tints of red return to his perviously snowy hair. You knew this little episode of Jason's was coming to an end you just had to hold on.
Just a little longer.
You feel cold wet hands rest on your cheeks, fingers rubbing the skin in an almost soothing motion. You felt the crimson liquid run down your face.
You were so close to standing up to him, so close to showing him what you were made of but now....
" I really hate this you know? Next time keep yourself to yourself. I will deal with that meddlesome boy and you keep to the shadows " You hear a faint knocking behind you. The door. You doubted anyone on the other side could help you but there was always a chance right? You kept hold of that thought as your body is left to fall, finding sudden strength to sit up though you push yourself against the cold wall.
" Enter " Without assistance the door begins to open, a soft creak filling the room. On the other side stood a tall figure, dressed in very flamboyant monochrome clothes. For a second you thought it to be Candy but no, this person was far to dark to be him. You could concentrate more but your tiredness finally got the better of you, closing your eyes softly as Jason left you alone to attend to his guest.
" Ah Jack. To what do I owe the pleasure? "
Everything was silent for a moment or two before you are able to open your eyes again. Your in bed, not a scratch on you. Was all that a dream? If so then how much of it and when did you fall into slumber? You scratch your head in confusion, still to tired to take note of the trail of black feathers leaving the room.