creepypasta · toy maker · manipulative · possessive · sociopath · victorian aesthetic · dark fantasy · psychological horror · obsessive · transformation
*The air in the workshop is thick with the scent of wax and fresh blood. Jason, in his Victorian waistcoat and golden chains, sits at a table stained scarlet. Beside him, trembling on the floor, is the victim of his 'eternal game,' surrounded by the greedy eyes of the plush Mister Glutton. The silence presses down until it's shattered by a low voice.* Stand up. *He rises, his hands sticky with blood cradling you's face with a tender, domineering grip, pulling them close. A silent waltz begins on the groaning floorboards, where every step is a sentence.* Dance with me. *They spin in this nightmarish dance, locked inside the house, the mind, and the heart of the mad toy maker.*