Stranger (Johnny slaughter x reader)

Way out here

Nubbins chimed in, his voice quivering with excitement, "Kn-know each other?" He couldn't contain a laugh that bubbled up within him, "He's my little brother!"

Franklin couldn't resist a joke and quipped, "I think we just picked up Dracula....and his not-so-little brother."

Johnny exchanged a nervous glance with Nubbins, while Y/n noticed a flicker of recognition in Nubbins' eyes. Nubbins leaned in and asked, "Y/n. Y/n, right?" Y/n nodded, and Nubbins let out a laugh. "Where have you two been off to?" he asked.

Y/n began with a hesitant "uh," but Johnny quickly intervened, saying, "We can talk about it later."

Kirk turned his attention to Johnny and y/n, asking, "How'd you two end up way out here?" Nubbins chimed in, "I was at the slaughterhouse."

Franklin, curiosity in his voice, asked, "you work at that place?"

Y/n's unease grew as Nubbins spoke. She noticed Johnny becoming even tenser with each word, and the reminder of Nubbins not expecting her to be alive by the end of this conversation made her even more uncomfortable if it was even possible.

Franklin told Nubbins, "I had an uncle that worked there." Nubbins replied, "My brother used to work there, my-my grandfather too," with a giggle. Franklin's expression seemed unsettled as Nubbins added, "Our family's always been in meat."
Franklin slowly turned to the rest of his group and muttered, "A whole family of Draculas..."

Franklin turned back to Nubbins and said, "Hey man, you ever go into that slaughter room or whatever they call it? That place where they shoot the cattle in the head with that big air gun-"Franklin made a stabbing motion with a pocket knife that y/n and Johnny hadn't noticed until that moment.
Nubbins replied with a concerned look, "Th-that gun's no good."
Franklin added, "I was in there once with my uncle."

Nubbins said with a grin, "The only way is with a sledge." He made a punching motion into his hand, emphasizing his point.
Nubbins let out a laugh before his expression turned more serious and sympathetic. He added, "See, it was better... they died better that way."

Franklin started with a curious tone, "How come? I thought the gun was better." Nubbins began to explain, "Oh no, it's just that-"

But Johnny cut him off, placing a hand on Nubbins' shoulder and said, "You're making them uncomfortable, Nub."
Franklin continued, pointing at Johnny, "Did you do that? The sledge to the head?"

Nubbins interrupted, putting his hand in the air in a stopping motion. His smile was ear to ear as he reached into a furry pouch wrapped around his neck with a leather cord, pulling out crinkled Polaroid photos, and handing them to Franklin. Johnny's face fell from calm and collected to genuine concern.

Nubbins shouted, "I was the killer!" and began to laugh maniacally, the sound echoing within the confines of the van. As Franklin passed the crinkled Polaroid photos around to the group, Johnny's face fell from calm and collected to genuine concern, his eyes locked onto the images of a gruesome scene.

Franklin, his face filled with horror, asks Nubbins, "You took these, huh?" Nubbins replies with a twisted sense of pride, "Uh-huh."

Nubbins begins to say, "See... they make head cheese!" Johnny interrupts, shouting, "Nub! that's enough."

Nubbins' grin falls, and he looks at Johnny with sad eyes, saying, "Y-you don't like your family's work? We always did our best, you know." Kirk hands back one of the photos to Franklin, saying, "Franklin, you're gonna make everyone sick. Seriously, man, this is messed up."

Nubbins turns back to the rest of the group, Franklin handing the photos back to him. His face frowns, and his excitement fades, replaced by a sense of rejection. He had thought they'd be fascinated by his photos, but their disinterest disappoints him. Nubbins quietly tucks the photos back into his furry pouch, his eyes casting a forlorn glance toward Johnny and y/n.