*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. This is about Jason Meyer, an evil toymaker who was created by Krisantyl. This story shows a snippet of what his childhood was like in my AU, with some canon stuff from his origin. This story takes place sometime during the 1920s and in the stories where he’s an adult, it’s in the 1940s and 1950s (except for some stories where he and Laughing Jack are living in the modern era.) Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33”. Enjoy!*
Jason looked underneath the chair for the fourth time, just to be absolutely certain that there were no presents. Maybe Santa had hidden it so well that he wouldn’t notice it if he didn’t look hard enough!
No, no. There was nothing underneath the chair. Once again, Jason would be the only kid in his class who didn’t get anything from Santa.
He blinked away his tears, stifled his sobs. Mom and Dad told him not to cry, yet still, the feeling would arise.
His parents never decorated for anything. They never wanted to buy him any toys so Jason thought that Santa would he his way to get presents, to get new friends.
But there was nothing. What was it? Did Santa think that he was bad? Did he know what Jason’s thoughts were like? Did he know that Jason enjoyed pushing Lucy off the swing and pushing Johnathan down the stairs? Did he know that Jason liked crushing Amelia’s canary in his hand?
It wasn’t his fault! Amelia was his only real best friend and Jason didn’t want to lose her to anybody! Not to her other friends and certainly not to her pet! His parents always said that people wouldn’t want to hang out with him if he continued to be “odd” or “queer”, so he tried his best to do what he could to keep her around!
Jason curled up into a ball on the ground, crying softly to himself. It was no use trying to keep it in. The tears were already coming down, Santa absolutely hated him.
Jason was bad bad bad bad bad BAD BAD BAD BAD BADBADBADBADBADBA-
“Don’t waste your tears, Christmas is nothing to cry about.” Mom said.
Jason looked up, feeling his face flush red, horrified that his parents had found him bawling his eyes out on the ground.
Mom shook her head at him, Dad frowned as though he were deeply upset with Jason.
Jason brushed the tears off of his face and kept down everything he wanted to say to them. He had to be calm or else he wouldn’t be allowed to go to school for the next week, he wouldn’t be allowed to see Amelia.
He had to act good. He had to pretend. It was all worth it in the end.
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