#candy pop

Candy pop would prank you everytime he gets a chance to.

Imagine you are coming home from work or school and then you open the door, only to be covered in paint in the next second.

He is already laughing on the floor while your stuff like your phone and keys is covered in paint

The neon color covers your whole head and that includes your hair

Thats only one of his pranks, there are times where they are even meaner than this. He of course makes it up to you.

Candy pop & Jason toymaker

The workshop smelled perpetually of sawdust, sweet cotton candy, and the faint, copper tang of dried blood.

​Jason the Toymaker adjusted his monocle, his gloved fingers meticulously painting the porcelain cheek of a new doll. His crimson hair fell across his face, shadowing eyes that usually gleamed with a toxic, malicious light. But tonight, his focus was fractured.

​A sudden, loud pop echoed through the rafters. A cloud of pink, glittery smoke unfurled near the ceiling, and down dropped Candy Pop.

​Unlike the male version whispered about in darker corners of the internet, this Candy Pop was a towering, chaotic jester of a woman. Her long, neon-blue pigtails swayed as she landed flawlessly on her hands, flipping herself upright. Her mismatched eyes—one hot pink, one pitch black—widened with manic glee. She wore a flared, tattered jester dress, and cradled a massive, striped wooden mallet over her shoulder like a casual accessory.

​"Miss me, Jay-Jay?" she cackled, her voice a jarring mix of sweet honey and grinding gears. She popped a piece of bubblegum, blowing a massive bubble that burst wetly against her pale cheek.

​Jason’s jaw tightened. "I told you not to call me that. And you're tracking sugar onto my clean floor."

​"Oh, lighten up. You’re always so... stiff," Candy Pop purred, bouncing over to his workbench. She leaned over his shoulder, the bells on her jester hat jingling softly. She peered at the doll. "Needs more color. Maybe a nice, bright splat of brain-matter pink?"

​"This is art, Pop. Not a circus sideshow," Jason snapped, though he didn't pull away.

​In the twisted hierarchy of the creepypasta world, they were an anomaly. Two entities obsessed with youth, toys, and corruption, bound by a warped version of affection. Jason wanted to possess his victims forever, turning them into perfect, unchanging dolls. Candy Pop wanted to break them, consuming their souls in a burst of chaotic, colorful madness. They were two sides of the same rusted coin.

​Candy Pop dropped her mallet with a heavy thud, shattering a nearby floorboard. Before Jason could scold her, she reached out, her clawed, black-gloved fingers gently cupping his chin. She forced his gaze away from the doll and up to her.

​"You look tense, doll-maker," she whispered, her manic smile softening into something genuinely predatory—and, in their world, deeply romantic. "You've been locked in this room for days. You need a break. We need a break."

​Jason stared at her. His eyes flickered from their normal hue to a dark, rotten green—a sign of his true, monstrous form slipping through. His skin grew pale and cracked like old porcelain. "And what do you suggest, my sweet nuisance?"

​Candy Pop’s smile widened, revealing rows of sharp, jagged teeth. She reached into her pockets and pulled out a handful of glowing, multicolored balloons, their strings shifting like living snakes.

​"There's a carnival three towns over. Lots of bright lights. Lots of screaming children," she giggled, pressing her forehead against his. The scent of her—overwhelmingly sweet, like rotting fruit and sugar—swirled around him. "Let's go paint the town red. And purple. And pink."

​Jason’s lips twitched into a rare, genuine smirk. He wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her close enough to feel the cold, unnatural hum of her dark magic.

music:

what kind of music do they like?

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a/n: thank you for the request!! ive never actually thought abt what kind of music they listen to :P i wrote my answers a bit ago, but then i was like WAAIIIT !!! i can format these all cute like my headcanon posts!! so im doing that !!! feel free to send another :P

Working on a creepypasta-sonaa

These sketches aren't polished by any means but who cares, I had fun making them. Also redesigned Candy Pop a little, in my minds eye he is Jinxx from BVB...

Not sure if it's obvious in these peices but, to put it simply, my little person is a zombie (kinda)!

We have them illustrated right after getting fixed up and stitched up, and then we have them during the process. But, I will say, the second one isn't necessarily the most accurate to how I would think that whole ordeal would play out. The drawing makes the scene appear a lot more casual than how I imagine it going. I mean how do you think it would go if you were spontaneously awoken from the grave and could feel EVERYTHING

....then weird clown men started prodding at your remains in attempt to "fix them". Yuck!

Yandere! Candy Pop Headcanons >> Disclaimers: Mention of vomit, emotional torment.

> Oh he is overwhelming, constantly talking your ears off and following you around, he's constantly bored away from you and you don't really have a choice but to entertain his antics.

> One day he was just tormenting people in the dream world as usual but you, you caught his eye and he was quick to show himself to you in reality and snatch you up.

> If you don't give him reactions or responsed that entertain his endless boredom, he will grow angry quite quickly, he will not leave you alone whatsoever, he will invade your space, involve you in his riskier circus tricks/acrobatics, push the limits as far as he can until he gets what he wants from you emotionally.

> Speaking of emotionally, he likes it when you cry, finds it thrilling when you're angry, but hates when you're numb, that is what will drive him insane, he will do anything to shock or make you uncomfortable enough to react.

> He doesn't confide in you, but you know when he's upset or angered, you can just tell in his behaviour and expression.

> He likes it when you yell and scream at him, you can mostly say whatever you want and he won't care to much but if you do say something that actually pisses him off, you're in for some circus torture, he'll make you walk the ropes, swing you around, all sorts until you're puking and genuinely can't take it anymore.

> Would also give you some HORRENDOUS nightmares too if you REALLY went and did it. buttt he'll forgive you within a few days.

> Speaking of Night Terrors, his other side can be alot more sadistic towards you, instead of just the endless pestering for attention and entertainment, he's just mean as fuck about it, making fun of you, his main entertainment isn't to make you laugh or focus on him, it's just to make you cry, and if you get angry at him, he will intimidate the fuck out of you to sit back down and well, cry about it.

> But when Candy takes back over, he feels 'guilty' (Not really, he thinks it's hilarious and now he's using it as an excuse to invade your space) and he forces you to cuddle with him.