Jason The Toymaker Creepypasta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I don't want anything to do with them, Abuela. They're delusional… predictable, and all want the same thing." "And what's that?" "A damn ring. A family business relationship… You should know this, They all want a piece of Creed." Helena's frown deepened. "And the women you bring home instead? The low-lifes? The dancers? The waywards??" She practically barked the last word. "What do they want?" "One good night, and some money." “It has gotten to a point where you draw the line, Mr!” Jason stood, naked and unashamed. He'd learned long ago that shame required caring what people thought, and he'd stopped caring for a whole lot of things, the day they lowered his parents into the ground.

He said simply. Jason burst through the door like he lived there as usual. Seeing me he walked over putting his arm over my shoulder like he always does. “I heard you and sis got some hooch and are gonna get the Beta drunk and do dirty things to him. You naughty girls.” He said sarcastically. Eric’s chest vibrated, a low growl emitting from him. “Mine.” “Holy shit. What kind of Sasquatch, Titan giant ass mother fucker are you.” Jason said as all the color drained from his face.

He stays tense, ready for anything. "What are you doing here and why do you smell like my mate?" Jason sniffed around me. "I do?" I remember him telling me that his mate is a shadow weaver. I kind of blocked it out that day, because he saw me naked and I was mad as hell. He sniffed me again then around me. May came around from behind Ed, eyeing Jason curiously and that's when my jaw dropped, and I just began to laugh so hard that tears were welling in my eye. May is going to eat him alive.

My stomach twisted with nausea. “What is this place?" I asked, forcing a smile. “It’s the Play Room. I made it just for you,” Jason said as he closed and locked the door. “Was our bedroom not secure enough?” I questioned. “I wanted a place where we could be alone without anyone interrupting us,” Jason explained. He walked over to the table and picked up the first item: a leather whip. He held it up for me to see. "I want you screaming my name all night.”

He was so focused that he barely blinked. '' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood. He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off the screen. '' There's nothing like a classic. Jason is unbeatable.'' '' Jason is from Friday the 13th.'' I retorted, laughing. ''Michael Myers is from Halloween.'' He looked at me sideways and laughed. '' See? You know it too.''

“Reject the wretch! Look, the heir she gave you is all twisted and broken.” Jason’s face contorted into a look of pure disgust. His eyes turned into yellow slits, like a snake. “Filthy animal,” he snarled. Jessica’s laughter echoed in my head as they turned and slithered away. They were one now, a snake with two heads, winding across the floor with slick movements. Alone now beneath those blinding lights, I looked back down at my baby. That… thing. Broken and wrong and yet… I still wanted it. I loved it more than anything.

Jason gasped and just then, he set his eyes on the body of the young lady who was flayed alive. Jason began to panic and tried to move backward but his feet became very heavy. "No! No!" He panicked, drawing Katherine and Dr. Campbell's attention to himself. "Jason, what is wrong with you?" Katherine asked curiously. "He is back!" He panicked, confusing Katherine even more. "Who is back?" She asked curiously. 'Flayerman! The Flayerman is back!' He thought to himself.

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."

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.

He told me that he would never hurt me and for some reason, I believe him. I feel myself starting to get a headache from trying to understand all of this. Jason said there are more creatures out there. How can this be real? How can no one know of this? I sit here for hours, constantly looking over at the clock. I'm sure any normal person would've left by now. I know that I haven't left because apart of me is too afraid to leave out that door, knowing Monty could be waiting somewhere out there for me, but another part of me doesn't want to leave Jason. Jason maybe a werewolf, but I trust him, and that doesn't change the way I feel about him. I glance over at the clock again to see that it's a