Jason doesn’t like the fandom either

*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Character designs are underneath this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=116005&start=1065. The characters mentioned in this are Creepypasta characters, created by different people. You can Google them if you want. Creepypasta is internet horror, anything from a scary story to a spooky video. The character speaking is Jason the Toymaker, a Creepypasta created by Krisantyl. His husband is Laughing Jack, created by Snuffbomb. Yes, this is also a ship story. These are my interpretations of them. For example, Jason writes something in Italian, because I believe that his original story was posted in Italian and then translated to English, so I also made him Italian. :> LJ is British because his origin story takes place in London. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!*

Good morning, humans. I have been informed by my husband that society has shifted from complaining on the television to complaining on computers. Jack has told me that he has complained on YouTube before and that a strange amount of humans had left a “like” for them, I shall now express my own vexations.

One thing that has greatly displeased me is the fact that I have taken so much time and care into killing people and trapping their souls forevermore into wax dolls, so much time in maintaining my toy shop, and yet, I am still not known to many. If one were to think “Jason” and “horror” they would think of “Jason Voorhees from the thirteen movies” and not “Jason Meyer, the Victorian toymaker”. I find it a bit irritating that people will overlook my story or say that I’m just like my husband.

Well, yes and no. We are alike in the sense that we both kill children and are much older than a lot of the more popular characters (a concerning amount of them are teenagers and children), but that is where the similarities end. Jack is a magical clown entity who has never aged physically the way humans do. In that sense, he doesn’t have a “real” age, but he counts because he wants to. I am a former human made cryptid at the age of twenty-seven, so I have stayed that way on the outside. Jack was sent from Heaven to this world in the year 1800, as he used to be a guardian angel. I was born in 1906. Please do not compare us, for we have our own personalities and our own experiences that make us unique.

But another thing that never gives me any peace is the fact that Jeffery Allan Woods is more popular than I! How is it so that the teenage boy with anger issues in the bloodstained hoodie with the ever-so-awful catchphrase “Go to sleep” is more loved and respected than ME, a 119 year old man who CARES about the CRAFT?

Goodness, I have realized at this moment that I have made a terrible mistake. Jeffery is not a teenager, but a thirty-five year old man. Well! He still dresses and acts like a teenager, unfortunately.

Yet I still have one more thing that vexes me! Can you believe it, how the internet can even torment the mind of a man older than the Grandparents and dare I say, Great-Grandparents, of most! If you told me in 1933 that I would be paired romantically with somebody called Nathan the NOBODY, I would have scoffed in your face and called you “Fuori di testa”, because why would I ever want to be with someone who is a nobody?! I have searched up this “Nathan the nobody” on the internet and goodness, there isn’t a more fitting name for somebody who presents himself like Nathan does.

I would like to add that while I look like I’m in my twenties, I’m not. I do not wish to be paired with a twenty-something year old like Nathan. Nathan is ignorant and foolish, just like Jeffery, just like most of these so-called “Creepypastas”.

But! I was also romantically paired with Candy Pop the jester and I must ask…why?! I only ever worked with him once in my life and he is…he’s far too colorful and loud for my liking. He’s very bothersome, too. He doesn’t know what personal space is and he’s full of so much “positivity” and “joy” that it sickens me greatly. If he were ever to show romantic feelings towards me, I think I would pull out my own music box heart.

There is what one would call a silver lining to all of this, I suppose. I do get romantically paired with Jack in stories and art. I greatly appreciate it, but some of the things written about us by teenagers online are…questionable, to say the least. I won’t get into that now because that’s something else entirely to unpack and I’m getting tired of typing on this computer.

Thank you very much for reading, I feel slightly less burdened by my own existence. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to build five hundred music boxes and then I will wind them up all at once to drown out the voices in my head and then, I shall be one-hundred percent calm.