Jason the Toymaker x Fem Chubby Reader| Part 3 [FINALE]
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His eyes were practically gleaming green now. He licked his upper teeth, tilting his head- his hat tumbling down his shoulder, which his free hand caught.
He gave you a bow, the hat in one hand.
You almost blushed.
He took a step forward.
You were shaking by now, your body wobbling like jello.
"Hi, my doll~!" Mr. Glutton had begun eating the dismembered body parts, covered in wax by the corner of the room.
Jason walked up to you, before cupping your chubby face with the palm of his hand. His hand was surprisingly warm.
The door slammed open.
A clown of some sort waltzed in. He had light blue hair, dark red sleeves and a collar with silver bells attached to them.
"HI- oh."
He stared at you and Jason for a moment.
He slowly grinned.
"Who's the pretty new face?" he cooed, licking his black lips. He had small circles on his paper white cheeks.
Jason's eyes widen and he whirls around his coat, nearly falling off his shoulders.
"That is none of your business," snapped Jason.
"It is if she's in our residence," retorted the blue haired guy and you now looking closer realized he had elf like ears.
"She is...my doll," Jason finally admits.
The clown holds up a huge hammer to his shoulder,
"...can I have her-" "No, Candypop." This elf clown person jester made a pouty face before easily swinging his huge hammer.
"WHY'S THAT?!" he yelled.
You screamed, while Jason with one hand motion swooped you up, and carried you away from- CRACK-THUD.
The hammer made contact- with the bed you were just on, breaking it in half.
"Give her to me~" drawled Candypop, moving his arms for the next swing.
Jason put you down quickly, next to Mr. Glutton.
"Take her to safety," he ordered the snake-like monster.
Mr. Glutton looked ready to argue but then closed it's lips in a wry smile.
"Fine."
It opened it's mouth looking ready to devour you but between it slimy pink drooling lips, it grabbed ahold on the back of your dress- carrying you like a cat with a kitten.
It slithered out the room, still carrying you out of the exit.
"Hang on," the snake like demon said, some drool splattering on your face as it spoke.
It shot forward like an arrow- and it went so fast you saw certain patterns until you finally found yourself back in wherever you called home.
It licked off the wax from your hands, which was a strange sensation up your arms.
Then it left.
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