The bell dings as Laura opens the door. Immediately, her and Timothee are struck with the smell of leather, blood, and dust.
"Ugh, gross." She says, looking at the cabinets full of trinkets.
The place is empty, nobody behind the counter. Except flies. Buzzing is everywhere, making Laura feel gross.
"What kind of meat is this?" Tim asks, tapping on the counter glass.
She steps up, looking at it.
"Looks like red meat. Look, those flies are having sex on that one."
Tim gags, turning to look at something else. He sits at the table in the corner.
Laura puts her hands on her hips.
"Hello? Is anybody in there?"
She looks down the hallway behind the counter. Nothing.
"Maybe she's not here." Tim shrugs.
"Her cars outside."
"How do you know it's hers?"
"She came to the mask emporium a couple times. I could recognize that peice of shit car anywhere. "
"All right, all right, I'm here. " Laura turns to the counter, where the old lady- Luda Mae stands now. She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at the two of them.
"Well? Do you need something?"
"What kind of meat is that?" Laura asks.
"Cow."
"I thought the meat factory was shut down."
"It wasn't. "
"But I read in the papers-"
"Are you gonna buy somethin or not?" Luda asks.
Laura fishes a poster out of her purse, slapping it on the counter in front of Luda.
"I'm looking for my friend. She went missing a few months ago."
It's only a brief second. If she blinked, she would have missed it. But Luda's eyes widened for a moment when she saw the poster.
"Have you seen her?"
"Nope. Not at all."
Laura feels heat creep up her neck.
"You know, a week before her disappearance you sent her off to meet your son."
"Oh?"
"The factory your son worked at closed down and the owner was murdered in his office. Next day, four people go missing from a festival in the town over, one of them being y/n."
She taps at the poster furiously. Luda's face goes beet red, making Laura step back a bit.
"Are you accusing my son of murder?" She shouts, poking her chest roughly.
"I'm just making an observation, ma'am."
"You bitch. You come into my store and accuse MY family of murder? To hell with you!"
Laura steps into her finger leaning forward and speaking in her face.
"It was YOUR monster of a son who worked at the factory with the owner. It was YOUR son who met MY FRIEND before she disappeared! Are you saying my observation is unreasonable?"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STORE!"
Tim grabs Laura's shoulders leading her out the door.
"Dude, you're crazy!" He says, opening the passenger door of the car.
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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...
