If you ask a first responder, typically a fire fighter, but in some cases a policeman may arrive to a scene too late, and find the remains of an ex girlfriend being fired up on a barbeque, what cooked, human flesh smells like, they'll tell you it's unforgettable. Sickly sweet, putrid, strong. It's not like other meat, you'll never mix it up with beef, or pork. When someone cooks beef or pork, the meat has already been prepared for cooking before being put in stores. A human body is still full of blood and organs. Cooking human blood gives off an iron scent. Cooking organs give a nauseating, sweet aroma. Smells you never want to smell.
Y/n leans against the doorway, smoking a cigarette. The sun sits high in the sky, bringing in the Texas heat. She wipes sweat off her forehead, before taking another draw.
She prefers smoking at night, so she can see the smoke curl up and around under the moonlight. A therapeutic sight, rather. But her throat was itching for one that morning.
Laura calls from inside the shop.
"How long are we staying open today?"
Y/n looks down at her watch. The shops only been open for a few hours, but she's already feeling like it'll be a no-customer day. The shop was mainly appealing to tourists, and none went through these parts on a random Tuesday morning.
She sighs and calls back to Laura.
"Go ahead and close up. We're done for the day."
After a few minutes, the bell dings as Laura steps outside. She digs through her purse for her car keys.
"You got something going on today?"
"Yeah. I got a date. " She smirks at y/n.
"Is it with that cotton candy cart guy you met Saturday?"
"Yup. I tried setting him up with you, but you refused."
"I'm not into skinny guys. You have fun, though. " Y/n slaps Laura on the back as she skips happily to her car.
She drives off, leaving y/n in a pile of dust. She waves it away, turning to walk back into her shop.
Theres the sound of sand crunching on the driveway behind her. She turns to see an old looking car drive in. She quickly discards her cigarette, smashing it with the toe of her boot.
The old lady- Luda Mae- steps out of the car. You wave at her, and hold the door to the shop open for her. She thanks you as she steps inside.
"Welcome back, Luda. I got your son's mask all ready for him."
She smiles.
"I hope he wasn't hard to deal with. He gets shy around others. Especially pretty young ladies."
"No, not at all." She says, blushing at the compliment.
She steps into her office and grabs a black box. She gives it to Luda, who takes it.
"Thank you. My boy is going to be so happy."
"I hope he will. If there's any issues at all swing back around and I'll fix it."
With a wave, Luda walks towards the door. She opens it, but before stepping out, she pauses and turns to y/n.
"Smoking's not good for you, ya know. It's a bad habit."
With that, she heads to her car and drives off down the road.
The next day
Thomas stands on the dirt lot, looking up at the old meat factory. As he walks in and over to his meat cutting station, his hands fumble with the leather straps of his new mask.
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Leather Liberation// Thomas Hewitt x reader
FanfictionY/n is a mask maker reopening her family business in Texas town Poth after years spent away in California. A rather unfortunate meeting with a cannibalistic family is about to change the way she sees her life. This is purely me using an obsession as...
