Jason the Toy Maker

## Jason the Toy Maker - Creepypasta

* Creator: by Krisantyl, Jul 12, 2015, 1:35:14 PM
* *credit goes to the original author*

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I don’t have many memories left from my past. The faces of my real parents were like faded masks in my mind. I only had some remains of my childhood, faceless names, and total darkness. At the age of nine, something had happened to my family. The trauma was so deep that it made me forget most of my life.

I only had the shred of a memory related to my best friend. He was the only one I had in my whole life. It was an image stuck in my mind, going together with laughter in the background and the melody of a music box.

Among the back holes of my amnesia, I caught a glimpse of his honey-colored eyes and his dark mahogany hair. I remembered his friendly smile… but nothing else. All the rest disappeared in the dark, so did he. The memories went back to the orphanage from where I was born. Some awesome parents, Maddalena, and Steven, who gave me back the warm feeling of having a family, adopted me, a feeling, which I had forgotten. They raised me in their house until the age of fifteen. My amnesia led me to go on examinations and psychological check-ups, which year after year was slowly starting to fail. It looked like I wouldn’t be able to get my memory back. This fact left me distorted. On one hand, I wanted to know what happened, but on the other… an odd feeling of anxiety suggested I not to wish for it.

Obviously, there was some unpleasant consequence to my trauma. It was just like some paranoia of being persecuted by something. The specialists told my parents it must have been linked to a particular memory, which was continuously stimulated. Neither the cause nor what it was exactly was clear but despite my efforts, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt like I was being observed, not by people, but by the stuffed toys in my room. It was stupid, I know. At the beginning, they were simply toys, but time and time again, their big round eyes seemed to stare at me. Since I was little I thought the stuffed toys in my room were alive and sometimes I tried to prove it: I spied out of my room with the door left ajar, then I turn back suddenly and I never took my eyes off them, not until I felt a bit of a burning sensation from not blinking my eyes. That memory was one of the few memories from my childhood that still made me smile, but things have changed. Time after time, the stuffed toys were the ones staring at me. It almost looked like they wanted to test me and I couldn’t bare it anymore. The thought stuck in my mind. At times, it seemed to me that they moved, turning their little faces towards me. At other times, they made the noises in my room. This couldn’t be true, obviously. Why did this thought persecute me? Why did I hate those stuffed toys? In spite of everything, why didn’t I get rid of them? I could have presented them to other children, or thrown them in the rubbish. One day I tried, really, I did, but when I took one of them in my arms, a strong sense of anxiety and terror stopped me. I always ended up putting them back to their places, on the furniture, on my bed, on the shelves. Then I had to take tranquilizers. There was only one toy I took along with me during the night, despite my age, I couldn’t separate from him and I felt a familiar affection from him that started long before my amnesia. I found him in my wardrobe at the orphanage and from there on out we became inseparable. It was a sweet bunny with ears as long as him, on one side it was red and on the other side was resided caramel color. He wore a black waistcoat, with two long sleeves that draped down to the point of his feet and dashed an elegant collar that dawned pointed tips at every edge of the fabric. His little left beaded eye was covered with a stylish frilly eye patch, and at the center dawned a black button. It was funny, but it looked like the only stuffed toy that was harmless. He slept by my side ever since I was little just like that night, after I sneak under the sheets, falling asleep almost instantly among the creaking old walls.

I was standing still in the darkness, unable to move and I couldn’t understand how I ended up there, surrounded only by the distilled silence. Something slimy grabbed my wrist and it held me so tightly that an instant pain shot right through me. A set of white nails slowly penetrated my flesh. I watch them cutting through my skin, making me bleed. I screamed and cried, but a laugh bellowed out, covering my desperate pleas. “She belongs to me,” a voice whispered to me. Within that dark abyss, two green sparkling eyes appeared before me, they were few inches away from my face. “You are only a hindrance to me.” He laughed, amused by my pain while he pierced needles under my nails, and into my flesh. He ruined my body with rusty tools... on the contrary; he said he was going to fix me all up. I noticed an open door, the only thing I could distinguish from the darkness. My eyes blurred by the pain. I saw a glimpse of people standing still gazing down at me. The image of that door got closer, in order to show me their vacant expression, despite the grimaces plastered on their faces. I saw that they were not real people. They were dolls and in some way, I felt a strong sense of nausea overcome me by just for staring at them. There was something about them, that made me weak to the stomach and maybe, it was their extraordinary and macabre resemblance to real people. “She belongs to me.”

With that, I woke up, my eyes wide-open and the beating of my heart was so loud that I could feel them pounding inside my throat. I couldn’t breathe, so I stood up then sat back down. I rubbed my eyes, and I realized that I was sweating. The bunny fell, landing upside down. I leaned down to him and put him back on the bed. My breathing returned to its normal breathing pace, but the image of those needles, dirty of blood and those terrifying dolls remained embedded in my mind. I never had such a nightmare like that before. The feelings were so terribly real. I still felt those claws making a hole in my flesh, but I was relieved that I woke up. The door squeaked; it was my mother coming in the room. As soon as she saw my exhausted face, her smile on her face faded away.

“Honey, are you okay?”

“Yes, I only had a nightmare. Now everything is alright.”

“Well okay, Daisy came to visit you, I told her to wait for you in the living room.”

With that, I got out from bed. I was dressed poorly and I didn’t want my best friend to see me in that way. While my mother closed the door, I ran over to my wardrobe and took out an ordinary dress. In the space of a few minutes, I came out of my room neat and ready. In my haste, I was out of breath.

“Finally!” exclaimed Daisy smiling.

I met Daisy at middle school and ever since then we were inseparable. She was a kind and generous person; she was always welcome in our family. My parents appreciated her good manners, but what I loved bout her especially was that; she never asked me anything about my past. I was able to tell her about my amnesia in complete confidence. The day was nice and sunny so we laid down in the garden, under an old tupelo tree. We talked while sheltering from the sun in the shade of the tree. I bought some colored pencils and blank sheets of paper and we both started drawing. Daisy felt tired immediately. She started picking daisies; put them in her blond braid while she gossiped about Luisa, a girl who lived for being the center of people’s attention. While my friend was talking, I listened to her and kept on drawing without taking my eyes off the sheet of paper.

“Who’s that?” she asked me suddenly, noticing the drawing.

It was as if I fell asleep in that exact moment, I battered my eyelids in front of the sheet of paper and I felt rather confused about seeing a drawing repeated several times on the same character.

“I don’t know.” I did not have the slightest idea of who he was. He had a beautiful, happy smile and two yellow eyes that were covered a bit by his fringe. He wore old clothing and in his hands, he was holding a little blue case resembling a music box.

“Maybe I saw him in an illustration book.”

“Oh okay, let’s have an ice cream,” said Daisy, changing the subject of our conversation, seemingly not very interested.

“Ants are coming under my skirt!”

On that same night, I had another nightmare and this was worse than the previous one I had before. I dreamt about that dark figure again, who brutally tortured me and kept saying the same phrase all over again:

“She’s mine.”

I woke up at 2 A.M. breathing rapidly; I curled up feeling the wall behind my back. I put my hands over my face and I breathed in deeply.

“It was a dream, just a dream,” I whispered.

Then I looked over at the bunny next to me, which was looking back at me with his black eye and with an irritated glance, I threw it on the floor. Since the moment, I started sleeping with that thing. My dreams turned into meaningless nightmares! I turned around to rest my legs and in that moment, I touched something with my foot. I elevated my gaze and I noticed a doll sitting on my bed. At first I was frozen in place, all I could do was stare at her; I didn’t understand how she appeared there. My mind started thinking back to my parents, who give me a present. Perhaps, I didn’t have a real thing for dolls, and to tell the truth, her presence in my room bothered me. It was a peculiar doll made of wax with unusual characteristics. She had a headdress of flowers flowing through her hair and only a few locks caressed her cheeks. She wore an embroidered white lace dress with a black ribbon tied around her waist. Her arms were unordinarily long; she had long tapering fingers, so long they were not even normal. What caught the most my attention was a rose put at the center of her mouth as if it was supposed to silence her. I looked at her closer and I scanned her under the moonlight. I touched her face and realized there was something wrong. I knelt down and tried to get an even closer look at her, I then heard something. A sort of subdued sound… like a wheeze. It was coming from the same doll. Screaming, I let her fall down on the floor and stood up in horror, trembling violently, pushing myself back to the wall, screaming for my parents.

Suddenly everything turned surreal.

The wall next to the door enlarged like there was a bubble between the paint and the cement. Slowly, some cracks appeared as they increased in number. The paint fell into pieces, landing on the floor as it revealed a blue door. I hadn’t the slightest idea of what was happening. These things exist only in books, or in our imagination, but in my astonishment, I felt something was going to come out of that door. From the door, I see the same black hands that I witnessed in my nightmares.

“Aren’t you happy about Daisy coming to visit you?” said the monster, standing on the threshold of the door, “I didn’t like her either, you know? She screamed a lot.”

Daisy? What had she to do with it? I looked around confused, looking for the presence of my friend that obviously was not there anymore. At the end, my eyes watched over the doll. That blonde hair and face made of wax looked strangely familiar. I held my breath, a nightmare; it must’ve been another nightmare. I rushed over to the doll and I turned her face in my trembling hands. I put my ear to her chest and heard another sound along with that horrible wheeze, the pounding of a heart.

“Daisy! Daisy!” I cried desperately.

It had to be a nightmare. Something like this could not have been happening. I realized my parents were next to my room according to the sounds I heard, they must have heard me screaming, but the monster blocked the entrance. He pulled the door shut, blocking it in its same setting, deforming the wood. My parents started punching on the other side, and I didn’t know what to do. It did not look like a dream, it was perfectly clear; it was realer than those nightmares of darkness and torture. My heart was beating so fast that I started to feel pain from it. I felt the sweat on my forehead and the doll trembling in my hands, which I couldn’t keep still. The monster stood at the entrance, not moving from there. In the half-light, I could see his evil smirk, as if he was waiting for my reaction. I unbuttoned Daisy’s dress, who looked imprisoned under the tons of wax and I started to dig, trying to set her free. I dug, and I dug, and I dug while her moans became more intense… until I felt something wet under my nails. I looked at my hands, covered with blood. Her skin must have been mixed with the wax, and the digging I did, was not helping her at all. That thing that supposedly to be Daisy was suffering, her wheezes were bloodcurdling, but her expression was still that of an impassive doll. I trembled with horror. I had to repress a reach, and suddenly I felt my arm being grabbed.

“My splendid Maggie, you’ve ruined your doll!” Exclaimed the monster, his whitish eyes sparked with a pale green light.

“You even threw Mr. Bunny on the floor, but I forgive you. You must return to the place where you belong: By my side!”

“Who the hell are you?!” I shook like a madman trying to set myself free while my parents were trying to break down the door. The expression of that creature was filled with astonishment.

“I am Jason the Toy Maker!” he exclaimed, “Your faithful friend, the only one you could trust!”

At hearing that name, something moved in my memories like an electric shock hit ran through my body. My father succeeded breaking down the door and turned on the light. When I finally saw him, his face primed a bomb that exploded, setting free my memories that were buried deep in the corners of my mind all those years.

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I remembered the day we met for the first time. The toys that seemed to bloom from his hands, I remembered his friendly smile… that gradually turned into a sharp and sadistic smirk. That day he showered me with his exasperation, he expected me to give him more attention because in his arrogance he believed he deserved everything from me. When he grew tired of me, then he showed what he really was. He revealed he eliminated all the people that I surrounded in my life. He kidnapped my friends for turning them into his ‘Toy Dolls’ and I was bluntly stupid to always admire them! Rushing home was useless because the blue door reappeared at the center of the living room. He massacred my parents; he took his revenge by taking them away from me, and almost got to me too. I managed to escape from his clutch. running as much as I could, away from him. As far as I ran the smell of blood and that of the decomposed flesh lingered in the air.

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“It was you!” I was possessed by anger and I started hitting him,

“You killed them! You!”

I kept hitting him, but Jason was smiling as if it was tickling him. He didn’t have any remorse for ruining my life! He was a possessive beast who concealed himself from my childish eyes behind an angel’s face. He was able to give me everything and at the same time to terminate everything around me. He was fiendish!

“Of course, it was me, my splendid creature! Mr. Bunny even showed it to you.” he smiled with self-evident truth,

“I made for you many toys and I can’t wait to introduce you Miranda, but you can call her Mandy if you like”.

Suddenly something hit his head and it shattered into pieces. My father had a wooden club, he aimed a blow at the monster’s head, but the one that broke was the wood. Jason’s smile turned into an infuriated scowl and his grip increased on my wrist. He turned around and when my father saw Jason’s face, he opened his eyes wide and my mother covered her mouth to conceal her screams. My father didn’t waste time, trying again to set me free. The club broken in half with that one blow to the toy maker’s face allowed him to let go of me. Together with my parents, I ran out from the room. We quickly rushed to the entrance. My father opened the door, but instead of the garden path in front of us, there was Jason’s workshop.

“Maggie, I'll give you one last chance.” Jason said calmly, walking down the stairs.

“After which I’ll dye the walls with the blood of all the people who surrounded you. You bastard!”

“To the kitchen, quick!”

We ran over to the kitchen, hearing that monster’s laugh following us and once we were in, we could still see through the windows, the toy maker’s little factory. Now I was desperately sure it wasn’t a nightmare. The terror overwhelmed me, and Daisy’s blood on my fingers was realer than anything else I have felt.

I turned around, “Where’s Dad?” My mother grabbed a knife and got closer to me holding me tightly in her arms.

“Steven!” With her trembling voice she called him, but we sighed with relief when we saw him coming in the kitchen, “Hurry up, before –”.

My mother’s voice blocked. Just like me, she stared at dad’s pale face. He walked slowly, with a fixed look at the area as his eyes were wide-open. Suddenly he fell on the floor and behind him appeared Jason’s frozen smile. The toy maker looked at me with crazed eyes.

“Dad’s battery decreased, it should be recharged!”

Jason revealed a giant mechanical key and drove it into my father’s back, already stained with blood; he turned it with force and twisting my father’s backbone. At the second turn, I shouted, covering my ears to block out the sound of the breaking bones, but I couldn’t help taking my eyes off my father’s body contorting itself like a snake.

“Go away, be gone! Leave my child alone!”

My mother held me tight at her chest and despite the terror and the tears, she shed; her face resembled one of those lionesses shielding her cub.

“Silence, woman! It’s not you who I want to talk to!” growled the furious toy maker and in the end, he pointed his white claw at me, “Come with me, my sweet friend. We will have fun together, we will be back at laughing like we did then.”

“No, you’re just an insane psychopath! I don’t know what kind of monster you are, I really don’t have an idea how you could exist in this world, but one thing’s is for sure! You must disappear from my life, forever!”

At the sound of my refusal, Jason’s face clouded over and his eyes sparkled with fury. He started to rave, to contort himself and jerking his head as if he went on the blink because of me.

“I don’t understand…” he growled quietly, “I don’t understand!” he screamed, grinding his teeth, his face became more terrifying. “I was the only one staying by your side when your parents preferred to work than to stay with you! I was a loyal friend while the ones surrounding you only looked for you when they needed it!” He came closer,

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“I gave you all my attention, giving you loads of toys and I never made you lack of nothing! I always aimed for your own good, and that’s why I destroyed everything hurting you!” His screams were so loud that resounded over the walls while my body shook in horror at every word.

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“I got rid of all the people that saddened you because I wanted you to be happy by my side and after I looked for you for so long. You even forgot me?! I was a true friend, but you turned your back on me!” Suddenly his furious face relaxed, but not his previous insane smile. “After doing everything for you, there isn’t another explanation, there is really something wrong with you.” He installed it in me with an accusatory look, "You really were a very bad little girl, so I have to fix you up…”

“W-what?” I trembled with my voice.

“You heard me well, you little ungrateful brat! I will fix you up so you’ll be good.” He sniggered.

“You’ll become a very beautiful Toy Doll!” My mother, who was paralyzed by Jason’s tirade, suddenly awoke and pointed the knife at him, “If you even dare to graze Maggie, I swear I'll kill you!"

Jason looked at my mother with a challenging gaze and slowly came closer. The knife was trembling in my mother’s hand while the toy maker gave an inexpressive guise. She couldn’t stand the tension. She pushed me behind her and hurled herself on him. My mother stabbed him in the heart and the monster opened his eyes wide, he made a contortion of pain, corrugating his dark eyebrows and my mother smiled triumphantly.

“Just kidding!”

In that moment, a smirk reappeared on Jason’s face. He opened his arms with nonchalance, without even taking out the knife from his chest. My mother was shocked and stood still for a few seconds, but she was possessed by exasperation and started stabbing him several times, trying desperately to make him react somehow. The disgusting sound of the flesh pierced by the knife could be heard clearly while the shirt was ripping but Jason kept his balance perfect.

“That’s enough now.” He commented, bored, and straight after he hit my mother on her face making her fall violently to the floor, “I’ll be in trouble if you scratched it.” I was quickly next to my mother helping her get on her knees; the side of her face was already swollen. My eyes leaped on the Toy Maker, I was waiting for his immediate revenge, but I was petrified when I glimpsed what he was doing. He unbuttoned his shirt and drove his nails into his chest, close enough to the injuries he got from the knife. He sank his claws into his flesh and he slowly started pulling on the opposite side. The wound appeared as a little rip in the center, which enlarged as the flesh shredded like paper. A thick, black liquid dripped to the floor. It was not blood. Even if it was, then it must have been something rotten. Something sparkled in his exposed rib cage.

“Probably you forget how much I care for my splendid music box…but luckily, everything is alright.”

He took his hands off his exposed chest and covered the hole with his shirt, hiding the music box that started to play from the inside. He then came closer. I wanted to scream, I wanted to beg, but the horror I had witnessed left me completely paralyzed to do anything, which implied squeezing up with my mother. It only took a yank for the toy maker to tear her out of my arms. He took her up without effort and pushed her back onto his chest, preventing her from wiggling out of him. He clenched his arm around her neck while with the other arm blocked the hand that stabbed him.

“Now I’ll show you what happens to whom tries to hinder me, mom.”

He slowly bent her arm in the opposite direction. She cried from pain, trying to set herself free, but that monster was strong enough to bend her limb and make the bone come out. My mother sank her nails in his blackish flesh, which flaked apart producing a nauseating smell, but she could not set herself free since the grip was wrapped tightly.

“Alright, I’ll come with you!”

I shouted with all the voice I had in my body. Jason raised his stare and gave me a serious look. My mother was becoming paler due to the pain and the blood loss. She needed my help, but there’s nothing I could do, but handing myself to the toy maker.

“You can take me with you, but leave my mother alone,” I said with my trembling voice.

“After all, we’re friends, right?” I tried to make a convincing smile, despite I was trembling from head to toe and my eyes were filled with tears. Jason smirked. He was outright satisfied and pleased with his victory.

“Excellent choice, Maggie.”

At that moment, his arms took back their usual color. His lacerations cicatrized in a few seconds and he was back to his usual appearance. His face returned to its normal state… but I already knew what he concealed behind those amber-colored eyes. It seems Jason accepted my surrender, but before leaving my mother, he took out of his pocket a little red mouse. It was unmistakably a toy, one of those with a winding key. He grabbed my mother from her jaw and pushed it into her mouth.

“What’s wrong, mom? Did the mouse take your tongue?”

he laughed amused, pushing her away from himself. In a nick of time, I saw my mother’s eyes, wide-eyed and frightened. A light, then an explosion. She fell on her knees, her jaw, her nose, and her eyes beat into a bloody pulp. She fell on the ground. A stain of blood enlarged from under her body. Blood and pieces of flesh spurted on me, but I was paralyzed in front of my mother’s corpse while Jason didn’t stop laughing.

“W-Why did you do that?”

The toy maker’s overwhelming shadow covered me and bent down to me, his face got closer, which was spoiled by a rift on his flesh wrought by the club.

“Because I’m not your friend anymore, you little shit. Now I’m your creator.” He then grasped me by my arm and dragged me towards him.

“Now… Let me fix you up.”