Jason the toy maker x reader

Where? Where!....What?

We stopped at few stores for the new school year coming up. I went to an all girls school. We had to wear these horrid green skirts. "Y/N quit being picky!" I didn't want to be out. I hated that the fact the doctor and even my own mother! My mother! Thinks I'm crazy. I know I'm not. It's that fucking doll! "Y/N! Stop daydreaming!" I forgot that I was still in the public. I looked around clueless. "Yes mother what do you need?" Mother rolled her eyes. Obviously I missed something important. "Y/N,blank out on me one more time And we'll see if I would blank out on making your supper." We continued on our shopping, I ended up getting 8 forest green dresses...yay.. Going grocery shopping is a bore. We finally got home, thankfully I had my rainboots on as it started to drizzle. "Y/N! Hurry I don't want the bread to spoil!" I started to rush to the back of the car to get the bags. On my way to the second trip I started to move a little faster. Then. SMACK! Face first against the concrete. "Oh! Sorry there tippie! You should know second trips are for losers!" I knew right away who that was. Dorian. "What the hell! I could've broken my neck! Lost a tooth! Fucker." I then saw what tripped me. It was his dam skateboard."tsk tsk your mom would really get mad if she heard you speaking like a sailor." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever pig nose" Dorian was your neighbor, he was basically a bully bothering you any chance he got. Rain started to heavy. "Outta my way!" Pushing him to the side finally getting the rest of the bags. "Hippie when are ya gunna learn?" My blood boiled. Before I entered my house I turned around and yelled at him. "My name's is not tippie! It's Y/N!" He laughed and ran off. I scurried to the kitchen dropping off the bags avoiding eye contact with mother. I ran up to my bed room and looked in the mirror. God was I a mess. My right side of my face had a tint of pink with blood withdrawing from my lips. My gray dress now had a few holes. And my hands were cut. I hated Dorian with a passion. I quickly changed. Looking at my (short/long) hair I frowned. It was a mess! I grabbed my F/C bow and redo my hair. I looked down my left knee. It hurt a lot to walk on it. But I REFUSE! To go back to the doctor. Might say I have to cut it off due to their logic. I walked down to the living room. Every step I take was a throbbing pain for my knee. *CRASH* I heard pots and pans tumbling onto the floor. "FUCK! Dammit. Y/N! Help me clean this up!" I rushed in my mother's hand was bleeding. "What happened!?" I started to clean up. "What happened?" My mother finished fixing her hand. "I accidentally stepped on that stupid doll while cutting onions, tried catching myself with the pan shelf." I froze when I heard doll. That doll was in father's office. I quickly went onto the floor looking for Margret. I panicked she's gone!? "Y/N hurry along and what happened to your face!?" I wanted to lie but it'll just make me look stupid. "I tripped on Dorian's skateboard." Mother examined my cheek. "The one that calls you Tippie? Y/N your cheek is bruising badly." I brushed her away. "I hate that name so much." My mother continued on. I bolted out of the room to find Margret. Still thinking about the horrid nickname Tippie. 

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It was summer. We moved in, I was five. I looked around at my surroundings. Looking at the house. I started to develop scoliosis. The reason I walked on my toes I couldn't help it. It was a bad habit like smoking. "Flat foot Y/N!" The movers were busting our furniture into the house. "Oh Anne leave little Y/N alone she can relax for awhile." I look over to the house next door there was a boy. He looked a few years older. "Henry! You know about her conditions!" I wondered off from the conversation. I found a pond, it was beautiful. It had lily pads,frogs, and goldfish. "You know I get to feed the fish every few days." I turned around to see the boy. We both investigated each other's appearance. I blurted "you look funny!" I've honestly never seen another boy besides my father. I've kinda been cut off from that privilege. "Well at least I don't walk on my toes like a weirdo. I ought to call you Tippie." I got mad. "Well at least I don't have a nose that looks like a pig's nose!" We both stuck our tongues at each other. We argued for a good five minutes until our parents showed up. Dorian's grandmother came out and saw the mess. "Dorian! Calm yourself child! Get your ass over here!" Mother came over. "My! Please don't use that tongue around Y/N!" The woman turned around. "To hell with you! Get off my property!" Father picked me up and left. "That woman is so rude! Y/N don't go near their house ever." I hated Dorian since then. Three years later I got my feet situation done and my scoliosis faded away. Even now Dorian still calls me Tippie, but he will always be pig nose.

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I looked into my father's office. Margret truly wasn't there. I shuttered. I rushed to the living rooms,looking everywhere. I looked in my room,my parents. It's like she never existed. Then I stopped in front of the basement door... My heart racing out of its cage. I didn't want to go down there, but Margret needed to be found and rid of. I went to grab a candle and matches. I lit it and walked downstairs to the basement. It was dusty and the air was stale. I looked behind the furnace and crates. Then I found a bookcase. I looked at all the books. I didn't recognize the titles. Then one book interested me. It was a photo book. It showed of a girl with a doll. The doll... Was Margret.. I got scared and looked up to put the book back but there was an eye looking through the slot. I screamed. Stepping back I stepped on something.. Or someone. I couldn't tell I slipped back falling and hitting my head on a corner of a crate. I laid there. My head throbbing again. I heard my mother "Y/N!? Honey!?" I heard her rush down the stairs. I felt sleepy before passing out I saw Margret sitting in front of me with a new smile. *time skip!* I woke up a few hours later. I arose from my bed. I felt like my brain was floating in my skull. My father was sitting besides my bed. "Lie down Y/N. You have a concussion." I was confused. Where was Margret? "Father what happened?" He handed me an icepack. "You spooked yourself while you were in the basement. What were you doing down there?" It hurt to speak. "I went looking for Margret! She left your office! She did! I went down there and saw a bookcase and when I fell she was sitting in front of me! With an awful grin." My father looked at me confused. "Sweetheart.. Margret wasn't there." He's joking. "Father I'm serious! There was a photo book! And there was pictures of a girl with Margret!" My father looked at me as if I was crazy. "Y/N calm down! Margret was in the living room this entire time! And what bookcase? Y/N there isn't a bookcase downstairs or a scrap book! Just the furnace and boxes of decorations!" I just sat there as if someone punched me in the gut. "Y/N.. We never owned a bookcase... Ever." Moment of silence slipped in as I was processing this. "W-what?.."

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Sooooooo sorry for the wait guys! I know I'm bad TT.TT but school activities and writing are a bitch to keep up with! So chapters will arrive slower now..... Sorry xc!!