Bunch of story stuff that will consist of metal gear and knuckles

Me wifey: Edith X Jimmy chapter 1

Yeah two different crossovers that... I guess fit better than Willy wonka and Thomas n' Jerry... yeah? XD. Pay day and the Texas chainsaw massacre.... I really am trash... xD I'm sorry this idea came to mind and I took this as an opportunity to write fan fictions better. So I obviously am okay with Critique, but also remember that this is mostly just for fun... so... enjoy!

The light yellow orb in the sky felt closer to earth than it should have been. Usually, many would be sweating too much on this hot day, but the weather didn't bother Edith enough for her not to wear her turtleneck dress. Baby blue was the color of it, and this was why she felt the need to wear it. The way it shaped her top torso and shaped the rest of itself like a bell made her feel better about her appearance.

Looking around, she noticed how many people were dressed in suits. It made her wonder weather she dressed too fancy or was just very out of place.  None of these people really made her care about how different she already was compared to others. Being a member of a cannibalistic family that only recently, she had been in contact with again, she was used to being the odd ball.

Passing by every bricked shop or building, she directed herself to the left street. Not many people were around this street, which felt rather ironic because there was already a bank on the road.  The only people around the area seemed to be... guarding it? Her mind must have been playing tricks on her. These people must have been standing around for something else.

Wonder would let Edith plan to rest in an isle of these buildings and watch what could have been going on. Before she let her face bump into the chest of a black tie, Edith stopped herself to look up.

Duct tape... a skull mask, that was made of silver duct tape, was all that stared back at her. Such a craft fascinated her so much that she wanted to lay a finger on it.

"Oh wow that mask is far out!!! Can I wear it?"

Pointing his weapon at her was his first response. It was obvious by this movement that he was hesitant about actually shooting her.

"Hands up!" Demanded the man in an adorable accent that Edith wouldn't take seriously.  British-like accents were something that even the little Sawyer's heart would never escape from. But instead of that day-dreamy heart warming feeling, her heart was racing in fear.  Edith still threw her hands up to avoid problems.

"Oight pretty, Just keep those fuckin' knees to the ground and you won't have nothin' to worry bout, aight?"

The man trailed his weapon down. Trying to quickly comfort herself on the pebbled ground, she waited for more directions.

He ended up getting on one of his knees as he dug through his bag.

"Just stay ere for a bit and you won't be harmed. Just think happy thoughts or something, okay?" Going behind her, he bounded down her legs and arms. "Since me van is not far, I might untie you before I leave." He mumbled.  Arms and legs tied down, and Edith still saw her situation as nothing other than a joke. Like anyone else would have acted, Edith should have been terrified, but the white powdery stuff that appeared all over his face and clothes made her want to laugh.  There was no reason to judge as she was not any better to society.

"Alright... no stealing my stuff and we are fine, man." Piercing out of her lips with her thick southern accent. Without any attitude at all, Edith didn't feel any real good reason to be scared. Boredom was the only thing she would worry about while being tied down the entire time.

Taking out a tiny bag of what looked like sugar, he turned away and did his business. Lifting his mask from his face, Edith could hear him snorting like a sick person. It was easy to conclude that he was indeed a coke addict.