(1)Thomas Hewitt x reader

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[Texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning]

When I sleep, I have this dreams of the time when I was a young boy, all the mean bullies and assholes circled around me kicking, punching, pushing and called me that I was a retard and they all made fun about my face -mutilation and ability.

Every night-day after day, I would always get those nightmares, and I hated myself for it, I wanted to kill them all every single one but today, today was different, instead of seeing the bullies that picked on me, I saw a girl in a white sundress -walking towards me bare foot on the hot Texas road, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, her Rosey cheeks and silky soft hair just strangely feel so angelic and intoxicating to look at, I tried to reach out but before I could I woke up.

I angrily shot up and I smashed my fist on my lap and pucker up my lips, momma was now calling me in for supper but I was too in a bad mood to even stand up so I grumbled back saying that i don't want to go eat, yet. I tried to sleep and see her again in my dreams but the nightmares came back again which was not sitting well with me. But on the fifth day she came to my dreams, she asked me who I was but I couldn't even speak -wait was she even afraid of me? Why is she so calm? I reached out to touch her hair, it was so soft and shiny I tried to reach her face but yet again I woke up. I looked at my hand where I touched her hair, it was a dream but it just felt so real.

The next day she showed up again, she told me her name,(y/n). I kept saying her name in my head again and again so that I won't forget, I told momma and uncle Monty of my dream, momma told me maybe I've been visited by an angel but uncle hoyt just told me it was just an imaginary girlfriend and that my "hormones" are up, but I believed momma more.

As usual she showed up again on my dreams but today, today she sang a melodic tune, she somehow didn't notice that I've been actually standing behind her, when she spun around and looked at me she froze and covered her face with embarrassment but I thought she looked cute when she was frustrated, I ruffled her hair reassuring her that it's all right but the most unexpected thing happened when she hugged me by surprise and buried her head in my chest err- stomach, since I'm a bit tall, she told me that it was song made by her momma just for her and that it made her calm Everytime she was sad, then unexpectedly the dream ended there.

The dreams of her was now becoming a habit to me, we would play games, chit chat about ourselves but well mostly her since I have difficulty in talking, it was so fun just being able to hang out with her and for the first time I feel like I'm  being loved by someone who isn't scared of me, I was so happy Everytime I wake up and uncle hoyt would easily notice my excitement but he'd shrugged it off.

I slept early this time to see her again, but she never came, the dream never showed up. I tried the next day but yet again another dreamless night, I became so angry and think about what to do, what did I do? Did I scare her? Was she even real? What if I'll never see her again? Anxious thoughts filled my head and my heart was now becoming heavy with hurt. After days of hoping to see her again I stopped, I knew this day would come but I really miss her. Her laugh, voice and her face, I miss those times when we played silly games and just lay down the yellow grass beneath a tree with the warm Texas air blowing.

Days passed and I grew grumpier then ever, momma was now worried about me but uncle hoyt just told me to get a grip of myself and help him find some new fresh meat to eat, I sat at the back of uncle hoyt's car and drove off on the road, same as always we got bikers and hippies, but that one hippie guy kinda reminds me of (y/n), with that thought I got angry and quickly massacred him. I didn't know why but the thought of her just makes me sad and happy at the same time, We went back home and we had to butcher those people but mostly me since- y'know, but the hippie guy, I dumped him in an old horizontal freezer box that was barely even working

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