Romans & histoires Creepypasta Jason The Toy Maker

I stayed a few seconds with my eyes closed and then opened them slowly, accommodating my eyes to the bright sunlight. "Jase," I whispered, staring at Jason, who was curled up beside me. His hands were wound around a pale yellow dinosaur stuffed toy while he slept soundly. I didn't remember giving him the toy before passing out. I was sure Aisha had done so. I let out a sigh, caressing his hair while I remembered all that had happened. It was barely seventy-two hours, and everything had turned upside down with finding Jason and him requesting an absurd gift and hearing screams and the sound of swords.

I mean, sure she was strong, but that didn't mean supernatural kids didn't need their parents. "So you don't know where you came from, " Jason concluded. His wounds were all healed now, his fingers tapping on the arm of the couch. "Was created by... " she stopped, brows furrowing. "Created? Created by who?" I asked. Why would anyone create a... little girl? Was that even possible. I looked at James. "Do you think it's him? He frowned. "Why would he create something and proceed to keep in the street. " "Runaway,

Jason wobbled his head and smiled at Carlos. "You don't need to know all these things. Just close your eyes and go to hell. I will meet you there after I finish up with everything. But I won't be coming soon, I have a child on the way. I'm going to be a whole family with Kitty." Jason kept smiling at Carlos. "You are a monster." Carlos said in pains. "You just know that" Jason laughed out loud. "Yes I am a monster, my grandma created me. She raised me up this way, it wasn't my fault."

“Creepy ones. From someone named Mac Hunter.” Jason’s brows furrowed deeper. “Mac Hunter?” Lucas nodded. “Yeah. We’ve never met him. Never seen him. Just texts.” He let out a dry, humorless breath. “At first, it felt serious… but then it just stopped.” Jason’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Stopped?” “Yes, for a whole month,” Lucas said. “Nothing. No messages and no threats. He hesitated, guilt flickering across his face. “So we thought it was just some stupid prank.”

“What's this?" “Open it." He urged, the smirk still tugged at his lips. I hesitated for a moment, then opened it. Only to find the grossest thing ever. The Witcher’s eyeballs. I could never forget these scary eyeballs. “Believe me now?" Jason asked. “I never doubted you," I said, closing up the box as I tossed it back to him. "You've only got limited time here, Jason.” Jason stood to his feet, approaching me with a familiar romantic tactic. "Then let's make use of it,” he said, his voice low and cunning.

Jason smiled slightly and picked up a cattle prong as the man in the lab coat closed the door and left, whistling a soft tune. “So, who wants to spend some quality time with me tonight?” he asked as he looked across the room, a grin revealing his yellowed teeth. I followed his gaze, feeling myself pale at the sight. Hundreds of cages filled the warehouse. One occupant tried to shift into his wolf as Jason passed him only to be zapped with a cattle prong until he passed out, all while Jason laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself. I heard myself gasp at the scene unfolding on the opposite side of the warehouse.

Jason's eyes-too green, too *hungry*. The girl's beetles crawl through the walls. I grab a knife from the table. --- **The Cut** Jason blocks the door. "Where are you going?" "Away." Eden tugs my arm. "Don't leave, Mom." His fingers melt into beetles. I slash the knife through the air, tearing the cabin's illusion. The walls bleed mercury, the floor dissolving. Jason's face rots, revealing the girl beneath. She hisses, the doll's stitches bursting.

This was in one sentence, A spectacular puppet show. The boy walked up to him, and was forced to tell his name. He called himself Jason, only son of a family of five. He had two sisters, both older than him. I could feel the tears run down my face, at how helpless everyone is. "Jason is it? Okay, that's fine. So now Jason, would you do me the favour of ending your life in the most gruesome way possible?" The unknown being asked as though asking for a favour. I could feel Jason trying to resist, but it was no use. I looked in speechless horror at what was unfolding right before me.

"Alright… Explain yourself. But if I smell bullshit, I'm leaving." "I pinky promise. No bullshit." Jason said in an oddly sincere tone. "Adrian was somewhat right about me trying to drug someone, but it wasn't what you think. I was a stupid kid back then, and… Well, not as stupid now. But I was made to drug someone. And it wasn't just anyone." "Cut to the chase." The anticipation was making me impatient. "My target was Bianca." Jason finally admitted. "And like I said, the drugging was like… an aphrodisiac. You know, it makes you—"

“You thought you could hide from a familiar? From a Warren familiar? She sees through you. Just like her mother did.” Jason steps closer to me, and the air grows colder. “You’re just a girl,” he says. “A missing girl. No one will find you. Just like Drake.” My stomach twists. Drake. Jason leans in, voice low and cruel. “And soon, you’ll be nothing more than another offering.” He snaps his fingers. The candle flickers violently. And the room plunges into darkness.