You've been his only loyal friend and assistant for a nearly a lifetime. But halfway through it seemed the turn from friendship to something more, at least you hoped it would. You've hopelessly fallen for your beloved Toymaker and have let most your life pass by treating him as only a friend, creating this imaginary façade in which you only feel friendship for him, you, much like him, never aging not a day. You never loved anyone else and have sworn you will wait for him, even if it means waiting forever, keeping that secret till the day you die. But what if he stops wasting his time, finally notices the beauty that's been staring him in the face for all these years? What if all this time he's felt something for you, but never could explain to himself so he paid it no mind? What if- [the tape ends there]

It's been years since you had a friend but little did you know that everything would change very soon. !I do not own Jason nor any of the pictures in this story!

Jason the toy maker has had his eye on you for a while. Ever since you were little you had a toy made by him and have taken very good care of it and that has caught his attention. Wether that is good or not is the question.

Your an average teenage girl who is ruff and tough you never take anyone's bull. You also have a strong will and a stronger spirit that gets you into a lot a trouble with others.The reason your that way is b/c of your father worked and drinker as for your mother left taking your younger half siblings away and not you b/c your were your father. One day you were chilling your room when you heard a noise down stairs so you go to check it out with a bat in hand. But what you see is surprising and unbelievable

Let's see... Where to begin the story. Ah! Let's start from here shall we?. Loneliness. That was all that I felt. Father cheating, mother acts as if it's normal. I was a werid child since young, kept telling people my ' friends' had so-called- tentacles. To fill the void in me, I become a killer named the mad hatter. Cause truly, I was mad. Edit : I just realized that the numbers I label my chapters are wrong ... WELL LOOKS LIKE I'M GONNA HAVE TO EDIT THIS NOW 😃

[ Y/N ] Marshall started to feel terrored by the random dolls that always appear out of nowhere on her room. One day, she found the one who put those dolls there. "Hm? Who are you? " Ps : Jason The Toy Maker and Jason's eyes on the thumbnail doesn't belong to me. He belongs to Krisantyl on Deviantart. After months of working on this story, i just realized the description didn't match the frikin story lolol It was my first concept but then i was stressed abt something and I ended up writing a for-fun chapter for me and accidently publish it cuz the chapter's title and yeah, look what that brings me to. A cringy story. Ps. 2 : This is a work of fiction, those are not real scenarios, not real people, not real feelings you're feeling. I take no sin from any sort of lust you form while reading this.

You always felt like someone was watching you. Something in the shadows. Could that old rabbit you received as a gift hold the key to the truth? Credit of creation for Jason the Toymaker belongs to the rightful owner

This is the story of you meeting some weirdo guy named Jason and soon enough, you two fall in love. What do you expect? It's a fanfic. Also, your a girl. If you want a gay version ask me. I will make it happen. W i n k w o n k

An accident during a competition shattered her life in the horse world. Her life is now in a wheelchair. Her only friend on main campus was a shattered doll that she fixed and took care of. She didn't know that the porcelain doll will change her life. For the better or the worst she doesn't know. Yet. I don't see a lot of these so decided to give it a try. I needed another project to work on while I do "Blank Face". I might do one more Creepypasta. *Contains strong language* Y/N- your name L/N- last name E/C- eye color H/C-hair color F/C- favorite color Hrs/C-horse color F/R- favorite restraunt ___- time skip pov- point of view

Wanna know more about a pasta or just wanna read about your favorite pasta? You've came to the right place. I don't own any origins but one. Cover by me!