Jason The Toymaker Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Everyone agreed, and after they decided on 3 extra large pizzas and which toppings, they all settled in to wait. Jason opened up the cabinet that was against the wall in the living room and revealed a huge TV and several game consoles. He took out three VR headsets. Donning one, he offered the other two to Taji and Anna. The three started a game while Marco, Lyle and Christos chatted at the table and watched. After a few rounds, Jason took off his headset “That pizza is taking an unusually long time.” He shot a knowing look at Christos who was up in an instant. He walked right over to Amaris and picked her up without a word. Jason walked to the door and opened it and Taji walked out ahead of

He climbs on my bed, coming to hug me quickly, “Don’t be mad, bad things are happening outside that is why Papa is protecting us.” “Kai Kai still wants to go to school, my friends are there too. Kai Kai doesn’t want to stay at home, Kai Kai hates Uncle Jason, he bullies Kai Kai. He said there is a hanging ghost in Kai Kai’s room and will eat Kai Kai in the night if Kai Kai doesn't stop crying. Papa, I’m scared.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, if only I could walk probably, I would go and skin Jason alive right now. “Baby, there is no ghost in your room. He is trying to scare you, don’t cry. Papa is here, okay?”

I hadn't said a word yet, so why was he asking me about something I had literally just formed in my crazy head, only a couple minutes ago? Jason shrugged, folding his arms accross his chest as he leaned into the dresser behind him. "Well, toy kept murmuring about them for the last fifteen minutes, while I tried to wake you up. Something about them letting you go so you could get some food into your hungry stomach." His poker face was game, which made me question if he was joking or if he was serious. But I knew he was serious, because I knew I had thought about something as ridiculous as that. "Urghh! Just pretend you didn't hear that." I groaned, waving him off, even if I was smiling, as I

Roger gets out of the ring and walks out of the building. Jason is sitting in his living room drinking his morning coffee, his weapon case is open in front of him on the coffee table. In the case is his crossbow and the quiver of silver arrows, there is also a dagger with a serrated edge. Jason picks up the crossbow and aims it at the TV across the room, he thinks to himself " This world is not as black and white as uncle Ivan has made it out to be. There are unnatural out there who are just living their lives hiding in plain sight and they are not a threat to anyone. Are there hunters out there killing innocent people, because of who they are? I need to speak to uncle Ivan." Jason takes out

“The one you are very well known off, Jason.” Taken back with those words as something and someone is being hit into a remark into his world and very identity. Jason smiles in another sinister way, yet creepy than before as it rings a threat and dark wanting thoughts he could not hide. “Tsk!” he smirks dropping the thoughts, but for a while as he realizes that he cannot get what he wanted towards the seemingly perfect human. Yet, too perfect to be a doll. “He is probably playing his flute right now and his favorite hiding spot.”

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.

Slowly, letting his hope grow, Jason asked the pup. “… no… It’s okay,” but things didn't work as he wished. “I’m not sad anymore.” Jason doubted it was true, but he decided not to comment on that and just finished his cousin’s request not to make her any more sad. *Jason* “There! It’s that big white house!” As soon as I turned onto the street, I was already having a bad feeling, but upon seeing the house that Lorelei was pointing to, I confirmed my suspicions… It was a very shit idea!

We quickly thank him, and luckily, he leaves without another word. The house lacks any decorations or curtains. The haphazardly arranged furniture looks barely standing. Our bags land on the couch in the living room that has grown old and dusty over the years. Jason stares at me for a moment before pulling me to him, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and starts talking in a hushed voice. “I’m 100 percent sure these were homes of werewolves. And Brock…” he takes a deep breath before keeping an even lower voice. “I think Brock is a hunter,” he finishes, and my body goes rigid with a breath struck in my lungs.

“Yes, just like those vampire sweets you just bought, this wonder can heal magical too, and what is the plus is how they will never bleed you dry like powerful vampires since their weak creatures.” The whole hall explodes with men and women biding screaming high amounts of bid, seems even without their usual main event they still stand to be profitable. Backstage Jason continues to laugh as he looks at his dumb mate cry and struggle through her tied ropes. “You know this is reckless right? What if that thing tells your secret or worse die?” his mother scolds him, “wouldn’t it better to keep her in our custody until the blood moon?” “Relax mother, we will make sure she doesn’t die until then,

Putting her in my backseat. "Did you just drug Venita? And also taking her away? That's kidnapping. I'm calling the police," Jason threatened. I hurried back to him, snatching the phone from his ear, and crushing it. Breathing heavily, "you want to know to see what 'creatures of the night' looks like." I poked the middle of his chest. "You think this is some child's game for a spoilt bray like yourself to entertain your bored eyes." I began to transform, making sure that he could hear my bones crack as they took different shapes.