Jason the Toymaker's Origin のバックアップの現在との差分(No.1)
原文 https://www.deviantart.com/jasonthetoymaker/journal/Jason-the-Toy-Maker-s-Origins-696387764 メモ:原文の出典はNathanの作者IvyDarkRose氏になっていますが、これはJasonの作者krisantyl氏がジェイソンとファンガールの件でジェイソン関連の作品を一切削除したためです(アップローダーのkrisantyl氏のJournalのスクショ、また彼女のインタビュー参照)。そしてジェイソンのストーリーをIvyDarkRose氏がJournalにアップしたようです。 また、krisantyl氏はジェイソンの権利を一旦April foolsの作者promptus氏とCandy popの作者GrimaceJester氏に渡していました。現在はkrisantyl氏にジェイソンの権利は戻っています。 Jason the Toy Maker's Origins The sharp scent of blood pinched his nostrils and the most unpleasant thing was that slender body which wasn’t moving anymore. Her last breath has already dissolved in the air several minutes ago, while that thick red colour slowly spread on the floor. It has all happened so quickly: she’s tried to lie, to make a foul of him and when things got worse in a little argument, a tug on her arm has changed the course of their lives. The loss of stability, the edge of the furniture and finally the silence. It wasn’t my fault, Jason thought, it was a terrible incident! He was standing on foot in front of that little girl’s corpse, breathless, and the only witnesses of the incident were the puppets he build that surrounded them. In the shop there were only him and the corpse. When Jason’s blood started to circulate again, he understood that he should find a solution and couldn’t stand still there without doing anything. But the situation was too complicated. “They’ll put me behind the bars and throw away the key” he became desperate, “I... I’m not an assassin! I just wanted to scold her, she fooled me with the thing of the defective puppet for having a new one in return!” he made a little turn around and looked back at the corpse, but that time he gave an accusatory stare, “It was all your fault!” he screamed enraged, “You made all of this happen!”. He decided to hide the accident and the first thing he did was to close the shop not to make someone else to enter. He took the little girl in the workshop, where he created the toys that everyone acclaimed as works of art, and he put her on the working table. In that room there was a sharp scent of paint, but it wasn’t enough to cover neither the smell of blood nor the horror that was going to happen next. Jason put the hands on his head, digging the fingers among his dark mahogany flocks and pushed himself to find a solution. His stare stopped on a snake-shaped puppet laying on the floor. It was one of his first creations, after that unusual accident, and as if by magic everything was clear for him. He didn’t have to worry. He grabbed the hand saw and got closer to the body. He used that object to cut wooden pieces he needed for creating some toys, but not that day. Jason took a deep breath, his body was trembling and his heart beat so fast to make him feel the pain. He lifted the hand saw and closed his eyes refusing to see the horror that was going to happen. Four hours later, the purple snake was still laying down on the floor but he got more inflated. Jason was sitting on a chair and in silence in front of the blood-soaked table. Tears stopped to pour from his face when he managed to stop fighting against the feeling of sickness. In that moment he was just stunned and his big ember-colored eyes seemed to become blackened and slit. The corpse was gone, laying in the snake’s mouth, and together with it Jason’s last piece of humanity too. Oh, Amelia, his childhood friend. The one and only! Because before her arrival, Jason has always been a child locked in his silence. Locked in his own world. Maybe, what Jason himself couldn’t understand, was the lack of relationship with his parents created a severe affective addiction. He always wanted to be of primary importance to Amelia, he liked saying he was the only friend she needed and he made her feel unsure. Jason wasn’t looking for love and maybe not even affection, he wanted to be praised. He wanted to be important for somebody and this made him feel... alive. He felt like he existed and it was great. Once grown up, Jason has decided to open a toy shop and his parents kicked him out of the house, due to that decision. What disappointment! After years of hard work in the end their son has chosen such a stupid and disgraceful job. In contrast to what they imagined, Jason was happy and became a talented toy maker. Like every evening, Amelia visited her friend when the shop closed to keep company with him. The letter disappeared from Amelia’s backpack and was attached on the backboard in the class of the boy she liked. He saw the letter getting passed hand by hand by the boys reading it with scornful tone her confession. He heard the laughter, the not-so-funny jokes but the name in the signature they were screaming wasn’t hers... it was the one of her friend who encouraged her. A month later Jason had no news at all about his friend. His man’s pride prevented him from going to ring the bell to her house, but all that time helped him thinking about a way to be forgiven. He was still unsure about being forgiven about what he has done. He didn’t manage to understand, but he knew Amelia perfectly and needed nothing more to make her forget her anger. A toy would be enough but Jason has made something very special: a music box. After creating his two gifts, three days later Jason didn’t manage to come out of his creations room. It was Monday and people waited in front of the shop asking themselves why it hasn’t opened yet. For several weeks Jason wasn’t the same anymore. His anger was a lot and his health conditions were getting worse. He just wanted to go on with his life, but then the incident with that little girl happened. Amelia spent the rest of her life believing Jason would’ve been back at any moment to hurt her, but the truth is Jason decided to spare her life. |