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Story was on her nightly kill as she was rushing to get it done. She didn't have time to watch the bad child, she just killed the child. The child let out a ear-piecring scream as the parents burst into the room, seeing the child dead on the ground. The cops were already on they're way since the neighbors heard a scream. Story gasped and ran passed the parents. She saw a blue doorway with a golden doornob and ran in there. Her fingertips were trying to find the wall of the closet but heard squeaking noises. 'What the?' She thought and turns around.

It was a toy shop. The shelves was full with toys that was made from wood and cotton, like stuffed animals. Story walked around and looked at each toy with a twinkle in her eye, adirming the toys. A mouse saw her and reported it to the maker himself: Jason. The Toymaker smiled to himself as the mouse squeaked, telling that a female has came into the toy shop. The red head went to were she was and smiled more, in an evil way.

"Hello little one." Jason says, from the doorway of a different room. Story jumped and looked at him. "Uh, hi." Story says back and faced him completely. "I'm Jason the Toymaker." He says, bowing at her like a gentlemen. "I see you were observing my toys. Follow me if you want to see some wax figures. They're children sized." He offered. She nodded and followed him to the wax room in the workshop. Jason opened the door and wax figures of children stood in place. The figures looked like human beings with every detail perfect carved on them. Story looked at the figures, "They look so real." She breathes out and reached out to touch one. But Jason grabs her hand, "Please don't touch them Miss, I worked really hard on them." He says and lets go of her hand. She nodded. "How are you able to do that? Make them so life like. It's so amazing." Story said, walking in a circle. "They're actually kids I took from their homes. The screams was wonderful to hear them beg for their lifes." He chuckled.

Story looked at him, "Kids?" She asked. Jason nodded, "Yes, the wax figures are actually kids I stole from their homes to add to my collection. They loved the toys I make. But I hate it when they disrespect it. It breaks. My. Heart." He sinisterly smiled. Story nodded, understanding him. "Can I stay here?" She asked him. "Would you like to help me create toys and kill children?" He asked her.

"Yes I would."
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I tried ;-;