Bubba Sawyer x Reader
(Oh shit, I'm alive. Uhhh, so it's been a while, huh? 👉👈😅 Anyway, I hope ya missed me at least a little 🥲 I will sob if you didn't. Anyway, this probably isn't what you'd expect from my regular x readers but I hope you enjoy it anyway)
When some acquaintances from school proposed a trip out of town, (Y/N) didn't expect to be stuck in an overheated car driving down dirt roads in bum-fuck nowhere Texas. Chewing their bottom lip raw, (Y/N) didn't pay attention to the loud cheers of the group as they found a gas station, nor when they found the sheriff to guide them back to main roads. (Y/N) only stepped out of the car when everyone else had went into the gas station, looking around and adjusting their hat. It was like something out of a wasteland movie, this place, and it amazed (Y/N) while horrifying them all the same. While it was cool to think of all the stories this place could hold, it also reminded (Y/N) of those old horror flicks. Those country bumpkins were something to be feared, and (Y/N) let these people drive them into the thick of it!
"(Y/N)? Is that you, pumpkin?" Removing their sunglasses, (Y/N) looked across the road to the lone house by the gas station, seeing a familiar face standing on the porch waving to them. They hesitantly waved back until it clicked as to why the woman was so familiar. "Luda Mae?" (Y/N) called out in return, and a bright smile burst on their face as the woman took down the stairs, coming for them with arms open wide. (Y/N) was knocked back with a hug, and they laughed gleefully for the first time in months as they clung onto Luda, who hefted them up into her arms and spun them around as if they were lighter, younger. They'd be lying if they said they didn't feel lighter, younger in Luda Mae's arms. But (Y/N) knew they had a whole family to re-meet, so when Luda sat them down, they followed her away from the car with their luggage in tow.
Shucking their shoes off, (Y/N) looked around the house that held a childhood's worth of memories in their heart, feeling that sense of home wash back into them. Hearing a loud clank from the kitchen grabbed Luda's attention, and she excused herself before walking off to the kitchen. (Y/N) soon began their adventure around the house, carting their luggage upstairs to their old room before wandering off to find Bubba. It's been years since they've seen him, would he still remember them even at this age? It was worth finding out. Walking to the basement, (Y/N) heard the sound of a chainsaw and the gooey mashing of something soft against a hammer coming from down below. They gripped the hand rail and padded downstairs, hoping in the back of their mind that Bubba was there, alive and safe.
Bubba was indeed there... at least, (Y/N) had it in their mind that the hefty person could've been Bubba. "Bubba?" They called out, hoping it would gain a good response from the man. He looked away from his work, and (Y/N)'s eyes widened when they recognized the mask he wore. Not the face per say, just the fact it was flesh. It creeped them out, but they didn't have much time to think about that as Bubba lifted them up into his arms, kissing all over their face as he pressed them to his button up shirt. (Y/N) giggled as they wrapped their arms around his neck, smiling happily, "that tickles Bubba! I missed you too, I missed you too!" Once Bubba ceased his excessive kisses, he sat (Y/N) down, keeping a hand on their back as they looked around the room. It kind of reminded them of a slaughterhouse, but maybe that was the look Bubba was going for. If so, then he did an excellent job.
It was at dinner when (Y/N) was reintroduced to Chop-Top and Drayton, and the loudness of a true family dinner. Laughter and stories were passed as (Y/N) sipped their stew, keeping rapt attention to every story told. They haven't been to a family dinner in years, so this excited them greatly. And soon it was time for bed, for (Y/N) anyway, who's been up all day in a smoke filled car.
Speaking of which... what happened to them anyway?
Dressing in their night clothes, (Y/N) mulled over the location of those people until they decided to shrug it off. They'd find those four tomorrow, hopefully. Getting into bed, they dozed off without a thought in their head.
Screaming was what woke (Y/N) up at... they blinked their eyes and stared at the clock that burned 2:06 am into their memory. Rolling off the bed, (Y/N) grasped for the baseball bat they brought with them for the journey before heading towards the door. Cracking it open slightly, they leaned their head against the wall as they listened to the disturbances downstairs. They should've been more concerned, yes, but it was two o' clock in the morning, and (Y/N) honestly cared more about their sleep rather than their survival. So they trekked downstairs, knowing in the back of their mind they'd be heading back up to bed soon.
Dim lights kept the ground floor of the house lit decently well, and it appeared no one was on the first floor... then the sound must've been coming from the basement. Coming to the basement door, (Y/N) listened, feeling their blood running cold. A chainsaw revved down in that slaughterhouse-esque space, and human screams bounced off the walls as the blades from that moving machine most likely sliced them up to bits. It unnerved (Y/N), why were they so calm about this? Those must've been their car mates down there, and instead of trying to help them escape, they stood at the door, listening like some prick. Stepping back as they heard footsteps run up the stairs, their eyes widened as one of the boys, Charles... maybe, (Y/N) doesn't remember, ran across the room to the front door, letting the screen door slam behind him.
Bubba came up the stairs soon after, looking to (Y/N) for directions. They felt ashamed for half a second, helping in someone's murder, but they didn't care as they pointed out the door. A kiss was pressed to their cheek and they went back upstairs, ready to sleep whatever the fuck that was off.
