Jason had created you, but not in the human reproductive way. He created you from dark magic and wax, you were a human doll, a perfect human doll that will be his friend forever. His nails would trace over your smooth, waxy skin. You were just a little baby.

One of Jason's creations, Mr. Glutton, a long stuffed animal snake, would nom on you thinking you were an old doll that needed to be eaten then would be scared away by the Toymaker. This would occur a lot.

This was one of those occurrences. Sitting on the floor of your father's toy room, dolls and stuffed animals lining the shelves and parts of the floor. You had no idea that all of these creations held the soul of dead children that tried breaking away from his toxicity, but you couldn't.

A toy mouse called Liquorice made to spy on others roamed around the floor as you were surrounded by stuffed animals that looked interesting, Mr. Glutton slid up to you and tried swallowing you whole. Jason quickly intervened and picked up up, he stared down at the gluttonous stuffed snake and scowled.

"Leave the new doll alone, fat snake," Jason holds you close and gently touched your waxy smooth fleshed cheek. "Don't worry, doll, nothing will get you."