A/N: Please remember to separate fiction from reality. If you ever find yourself dating someone who treats you badly, behaves in unhealthy ways, or causes you harm please encourage them to seek help or remove yourself from the situation immediately. Your safety and well-being always come first.
It might sound like common sense, but sadly, it isn’t always common anymore. So I’ll say it again. These are fictional headcanons, and while they may explore dark themes, you should never date or romanticize someone who is abusive, Makes you second guess yourself, is dangerous, or capable of causing real harm.
Summary: Dating Headcannons of Candypop yayyy I'm not writing the summary but probs later✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭
╰┈➤ ˗ˏˋ ⌞⸝⸝★ The Slenderverse ୭ ˚.⌝ ˎˊ˗
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ At first, the dreams felt almost comforting despite how strange they were. Bright carnival lights reflecting across puddles that looked too red beneath the tent glow, laughter echoing through nowhere, the scent of cotton candy thick enough to make your stomach turn. And always him standing at the center of it all with that painted grin and those impossible pink eyes fixed entirely on you
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You started waking up exhausted. Not physically mentally. Like someone had spent hours speaking directly into your head while you slept. Sometimes you could still hear faint carnival music even after opening your eyes
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Candy Pop loved blurring the line between dream and reality. Little things started appearing that shouldn’t have been there purple balloons tied outside your bedroom window, wrapped candies left on your desk despite locking your door, confetti scattered across your floor in shapes resembling smiley faces
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The first time you truly saw him awake, your blood ran cold. He was sitting upside down on your couch like gravity meant nothing, kicking his legs idly while humming a carnival tune. “Aww,” he cooed when you froze in the doorway, “you look way cuter terrified than asleep.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He acted offended when you screamed. Not angry offended. Like you’d hurt his feelings. His lower lip tugged into a pout while bells on his outfit jingled softly. “That’s rude,” he muttered, voice playful despite the way the room darkened around him, “I’ve been visiting you forever.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Candy Pop constantly invades your personal space. He leans over your shoulder while you’re distracted, appears inches from your face without warning, or casually drapes himself across your furniture like he belongs there more than you do
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Sometimes he’s strangely gentle. He’ll braid strands of your hair absentmindedly while talking nonsense, press cold fingers against your forehead when you’re sick, or tug you into his lap while rambling about dreams and stars and colors that “humans can’t see anymore” other times you catch glimpses of something underneath the act. A second voice overlapping his own. Smiles stretching too wide. The way shadows behind him twitch independently when he’s irritated
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He’s possessive in an unsettling way. If someone gets too close to you romantically or emotionally, Candy Pop’s attitude shifts immediately. The teasing humor vanishes, replaced by sharp smiles and thinly veiled threats disguised as jokes
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He hates silence from you. If you ignore him too long, strange things begin happening around your home lights flickering, whispers bleeding through walls, nightmares becoming violent enough to wake you shaking
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The worst part is how emotionally intelligent he is. Candy Pop knows exactly what to say to keep you unbalanced. He notices every hesitation, every nervous glance, every tiny crack in your confidence and presses on them with terrifying precision “You think I’m scary now?” he once laughed softly while spinning one of his balloons between clawed fingers. “Sweetheart, you haven’t even seen the parts of me trying to protect you.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He becomes deeply fascinated with your fear. Not because he necessarily wants to hurt you but because your reactions make him feel grounded. Real. He watches your expressions constantly like he’s studying how humans are supposed to love
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ If you cry in front of him, his response depends entirely on which side of him is dominant. Sometimes Candy Pop panics, wiping your tears away with frantic apologies and gifts piled into your arms moments later. Other times he simply tilts his head, smiling faintly while watching you break down like your pain is beautiful to him
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You slowly realize he’s isolating you. Friends stop contacting you after mentioning strange dreams. Certain people suddenly become terrified around you for reasons they can’t explain. Candy Pop always acts innocent about it, swinging his legs and insisting, “They just don’t appreciate you like I do.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Sleep stops feeling safe. Sometimes you wake up unable to move, his silhouette perched at the foot of your bed while dozens of glowing eyes blink behind him in the darkness. He’ll whisper softly during those moments, voice overlapping with something deeper beneath it. “Dream while you’re wide awake.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The more attached he becomes, the more possessive he grows about your attention. He despises being compared to anyone else and reacts especially badly if you suggest another person makes you feel safer than he does
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ One night after someone flirted with you openly, Candy Pop appeared covered in flecks of something dark beneath the carnival lights of your dreamscape. He smiled too brightly while offering you cotton candy stained faintly red at the edges. “People are sooo selfish,” he sighed dramatically, “always trying to steal what’s mine.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He constantly refers to you as if you already belong to him. “My dreamer.” “My favorite thing.” “My little light.” The nicknames sound affectionate until you realize how serious he is there are moments where the original Candy Pop seems to surface beneath Night Terrors’ corruption moments where his expression softens into genuine sadness instead of mockery. During those rare instances, he almost seems horrified by himself
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Once, while tracing shapes against your palm with gloved fingers, he asked quietly, “If I had met you before… before all this… do you think I would’ve stayed good?” It was the most human he’d ever soundedBut those softer moments never last long. Something darker always drags him back under eventually
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He absolutely weaponizes affection. After terrifying you, he becomes overwhelmingly sweet afterward cuddling against you, apologizing dramatically, showering you in gifts and attention until you start questioning whether the fear was justified in the first place
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ At some point, you stop trying to explain things to other people because every attempt makes you sound insane. How were you supposed to describe him? A thing that lived halfway between nightmares and reality. A jester with too many teeth and a voice that sometimes sounded like several people speaking at once. Someone who could stand in the middle of your locked bedroom despite every window being shut
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You try to leave eventually, of course you do. Anyone would. You spend weeks planning it carefully. New apartment. New phone number. Blocking every contact tied to your old life. You even avoid sleeping for nearly two days beforehand because you know dreams are where he’s strongest
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ But the second you finally step into the new apartment, exhausted and shaking, there’s already a purple balloon waiting for you inside just one floating quietly in the center of the dark room like it had been expecting you
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Your stomach drops so hard it physically hurts then his laughter starts somewhere behind you “Aww,” he sighs almost sympathetically, “you really thought distance mattered?” that’s the moment you realize something horrifying. Candy Pop was never attached to your house he was attached to you
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ After that, paranoia settles into your bones like rot. Every reflection starts looking wrong. Mirrors lag half a second behind your movements sometimes, and if you stare long enough, you swear there’s another smile beside yours too wide, too sharp, disappearing the second you blink
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You stop answering unknown numbers after the calls begin. At first it’s just static and distant carnival music, but eventually you start hearing breathing. Then laughter. Then his voice, muffled and delighted, whispering things like, “Turn around,” right before you feel something cold brush the back of your neck
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The lack of sleep starts eating away at your memory. Entire chunks of your day vanish without explanation. You’ll find yourself standing in rooms with no idea how you got there, hands sticky with melted candy you don’t remember touching
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ One morning you wake up with dirt beneath your fingernails and bruises around your ankles. Candy Pop only giggles when you confront him about it, lounging upside down from the ceiling while his bells jingle softly. “You walk around a lot in your sleep now,” he hums. “I wonder who’s been taking you places.”
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You start recording yourself sleeping out of desperation. The first few nights show nothing except restless tossing and turning. Then, on the fourth night, the footage cuts out at exactly 3:13am the final frame before the static fully consumes the screen shows him crouched beside your bed smiling directly into the camera
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ After that, the recordings get worse. Sometimes the footage captures you sitting upright in bed, staring blankly into the darkness while whispering to someone offscreen. Other times, you leave the room entirely and return hours later with blood on your sleeves that definitely isn’t yours
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Candy Pop never explains where you go he just watches you unravel with fascinated affection, like someone admiring cracks spreading through delicate porcelain
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The hallucinations become impossible to separate from reality eventually. You start seeing balloons in crowded places hovering motionless above strangers’ heads. Sometimes when you look again, the people beneath them are gone
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You stop eating properly after discovering candy wrappers scattered across your apartment despite not remembering buying sweets. Your stomach twists every time you smell sugar now because underneath it there’s always something metallic lingering beneath the sweetness
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ People start looking at you strangely too which you hated you didn't want them to stare at you like that... no that'd make you seem worse...
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Coworkers ask if you’re feeling alright because apparently you’ve started laughing quietly to yourself during conversations. You don’t even realize you’re doing it until someone points it out
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ The worst moment comes when you finally hear him while fully awake not near you, deep inside your head loud laughter curling between your own thoughts, while you stand frozen in a grocery store aisle, hands trembling around a basket you don’t remember picking up
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ “There you are,” he whispers warmly, like he’d been searching for you. “I was wondering when you’d finally hear me properly.” from then on, you’re never alone again
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He comments on everything you do. Every thought. Every flicker of fear. Sometimes he finishes your sentences before you even say them out loud
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑You begin catching yourself talking back to him instinctively under your breath in public that’s when people really start getting scared of you
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You try seeing a doctor eventually. You sit there exhausted, shaking, trying to explain the dreams, the voices, the missing time, the thing following you halfway through speaking, the psychiatrist suddenly goes silent their eyes slowly drift over your shoulder. The color drains from their face so quickly it makes your stomach lurch you turn around expecting to finally see him standing there but the room is empty ehen you look back, the psychiatrist refuses to meet your eyes anymore. The session ends early. They won’t explain why and three days later, their face appears on the news beneath the word missing
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ By the end of it, you can’t even remember when the fear stopped being enough to make you run. Maybe it was after the sleepless nights blurred together into static. Maybe it was after too many people disappeared or maybe it was the moment his voice became the only thing capable of cutting through the crushing silence in your head
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ You hate yourself for it sometimes the way your body unconsciously relaxes when his laughter curls through the room, the way your trembling eases when cold gloved hands cup your face, but exhaustion has hollowed you out so deeply that Candy Pop has become the only thing left inside the ruins. The nightmares, the paranoia, the isolation, it all wrapped around you slowly until even terror started feeling intimate. Familiar. Safe in the most horrifying way possible, and Candy Pop knows it
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He sees it in the way you instinctively search dark corners for him now. In the way your breathing steadies when his bells jingle softly nearby. In the way you stopped fighting whenever he slips into your space, arms curling around you while that awful grin stretches across his face
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ He holds you against him like something won rather than loved, pink eyes glittering with starving satisfaction as your exhausted mind finally caves beneath his influence. “There you are,” he whispers gently, almost affectionately, while his claws tilt your chin upward
━━━🍭🎪 ✦ ໒꒱ ๋࣭ ⭑ Behind him, the carnival lights of your dream flicker like dying stars and somewhere underneath the distant laughter, hundreds of muffled voices continued screaming unheard but you barely notice anymore. Because by now, Candy Pop has you exactly where he wanted fragile, unraveling, and clinging to the monster destroying you like he’s the only thing keeping you sane
- Bro is MONSTROUSLY tall. he’s 8’2” and he has to bend down when walking through doors. It ain’t even funny tbh he towers over everyone and must have some brains cells fall out from the ceiling hitting his head
- He mainly chills in the carnival/circus area of the mansion where there are tall rooms ✌️
- VERY DEEP VOICE
- CORPSE LEVEL VOICE. PERIOD.
- He’s in his 400s, one of the oldest creeps however the biggest menace, age does not bring maturity (refer to Candy Pop for further proof, impressively immature).
- LJ doesn’t feel threatened by threats or people actually trying to hurt him however he has a set few triggers which make him go complete defensive mode and aggressive. Towering over him, he isn’t used to it as he is extremely tall however say he was sitting down and someone was standing over him and talking down to him… suddenly he is extremely alert and ready to strangle that person to death.
- But yea unless triggered he isn’t actually that aggressive, more of just cunning and rude. He tends to mock and embarrass people that try purposefully p*bleep*ing them off.
- He likes to make sweets for the creeps <3 however he has accidentally (not an accident, he just does it when he’s bored or pissed off at someone) poisoned them on many occasions 😄 (LJ is the reason Jason no longer eats sweets)
❥ Candy Pop
- Candy Pop is 6’11 however he has the ability to change some physical features at will but he is 6’11.
- He’s always off in his own world / daydreaming; his attention is always else where. Half because he’s not fully in control of his body (Night Terrors) he’s dissociating because his brain can’t decide who’s in control sometimes.
- Nathan and Pop are always talking or texting, Nathan is basically his platonic husband at this point ngl.
- Candy Pop can do basically everything in the circus industry however his favourite/speciality is acrobatics and magic tricks.
- Jason and Candy talk the most sh-t together it’s unbelievable, they’re that work duo that just sh-ts on all of their co workers at any moment they can.
- For being over a thousand years old, most immature being ever. He has year 5 humour and still laughs at fart jokes also Candy Pop will make a s-x joke at any opportunity
- Candy Pop can go from very warm hearted and genuine seeming to condescending and mean fairly quickly, this is because of Night Terrors.
- Whenever he breaks his mallet or anything, before he even thinks to just fix it himself, he goes running to Jason lol. Jason gets so annoyed because Candy is definitely doing it on purpose to get him away from work lmao
- Sometimes he just randomly slams his hammer on the ground to get everyone’s attention… just to go back about his day not saying or doing anything, ignoring the massive disturbance he just made.
jason the toymaker x ringmaster!fem!reader x candypop
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Jason the toymaker x ringmistress!fem!reader x candypop ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱
- whenever u have a performance to attend to,these two will literally beg u take them with you so that they can be your little cheerleaders<3
- they (specially Jason) will sometimes curiously ask you to to teach them different tricks and acts in a circus show .
- candypop,being a jester himself will be delighted to know that ur a ringmistress,someone similar to him!!
- you and candypop prank Jason sometimes and he gets annoyed af but what can he do?? He loves you guys way too much ! his little circus cuties<3
- whenever these two attend ur circus shows, expect to literally cry tears of joy because these two will cheer for u and always admire and compliment ur performances like there's no tomorrow<3
- Jason often does ur hair and makeup whenever u have to go to a performance,sometimes candypop gets jelly and does it too!!
- He doesn't actually like sweets - He likes very phew but most he finds to be too sweet.
- Takes hours to get ready - Like he's the type of person to be in the bathroom for 3 hours just doing his hair and makeup.
- He loves getting his nails done - He gets weird and wacky, colourful designs. He likes to keep them pretty and long though.
- A ladies man - Cmon lets be honest look at him, who wouldn't fall undyingly inlove with him?
- Mean - He's a just a huge bitch. kind of like laughing jack in some way? He'll go out of his way to absolutely humiliate you and will just laugh about it like he didn't just permanently ruin your reputation.
- He plays with his hair when stressed - Whenever he's worked up about something or stressed he'll twirling his hair around his fingers as a way to relieve himself.
- He likes painting - Okay... Hmo... Candypop finger painting as a hobby. Like just look at him I feel like he'd have fun.
