Slasher One-Shot Requests

Hot Tramp, I Love You So! [Bubba Sawyer 01]

You hitched a ride with Drayton earlier this morning. You had practically begged for a chance to get out of the dusty house. After a "I ain't givin' you a ride back.", you finally could get to your destination. The record store.

You felt so giddy as you entered the shop. It had been too long since you've been in one of these. You looked through the boxes of records, each album title and artist's name flew by in alphabetical order. You get to the B section. You smile pulling out the record sleeve. David Bowie was plastered along the top. You smile and place the record aside.

Once you finish, you had a few others picked out. You place your albums on the counter, allowing the clerk to compliment your choices. You take your bagged items, pay, and say "Thank you, have a nice day.".

You walk out with a smile. You thought about what you were to do for the rest of the day. You wondered if Bubba would like what you picked out. Did he know about popular music? Did he like anything specifically? You make it near the outskirts of town, deciding here is where you'll hitch a ride. You stick out your thumb, signalling drivers your need for a ride. After standing for about 10 minutes a car pulls up. "Where ya headin'?" a woman asked out her window. You tell her and get in.

You walk in through the front door, excited to see Bubba. You hadn't seen him all day and you hoped he didn't miss you too much. "Bubba!" you call playfully. The metal door across from you slides open. Bubba walks out to you. He's wearing a different mask, a female one with a short bob and no makeup. Bubba wraps his arms around you and chirps a small noise. Your head rests in the crook of his neck. You peck at his exposed skin.

Bubba pulls away. You say, "New mask?".

Bubba nods, licking his lips.

"You gonna put makeup on it?" you ask.

Bubba nods once more.

"Want me to help? You can do my makeup." you smile.

"Uh-huh!" Bubba says, getting excited. He looks to your bag and points to it.

"Oh! This is some records. I thought you'd wanna listen to some things, like when you work. We can listen to them as we do makeup!" you say, bringing the bag up to show to Bubba. He's much more excited now. He signals you to stay put. Bubba then returns to the butchering room for a moment.

He returns with a wooden box full of well used makeup. You make a mental note to buy him new make up the next time you're out. Bubba leads you to the living room and sits you on the couch. You set the bag of records in front of you. "Bubba, you can pick out what you want to listen to. You never told me what you like, so I hope you like them." you say. Bubba sits across from you and pulls out the albums. He looks at the records for a moment, then points to the Bowie record.

"You wanna listen to this one?" you ask. Bubba nods.

You pick up the album and walk to the record player across from you. You stand infront of the record player and began to unwrap the album. You then place the record onto the turn table and carefully drop the needle. After a moment, the guitar of "Rebel Rebel" began to play. You sit back down and move the albums to the floor. You take the wooden box of make up and put it inbetween you and Bubba. You smile as you picked out a blush for Bubba and began your work.

"You've got your mother in a whirl. She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl." Bowie sang out. The lyric vaguely reminded you of Bubba. You never cared for how Bubba wanted to present his gender. You loved him no matter what.

Time passed and you finished Bubba's make up. Bubba was rather gentle with you. He lightly dusted your eyes to match his. Bubba made sure to complement each colour with what he wore. His technique wasn't the greatest, but he wasn't horrible.

Bubba soon handed you a mirror. Your eyeshadow matched his, and so did the lipstick. It was messy, but it was Bubba. The make up in general, was pretty. You look up to Bubba and smiled, "I love it, Bubba!". Bubba squeaks with happiness.

You crawl onto Bubba's lap and wrap your arms around his neck. You pull him into a kiss, going past his mask.

You quote, "Hot tramp, I love you so.".