#captain spaulding x child reader

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Muti slasher with an child reader headcannons request

The slasher learns about the fact their child is growing a part from them cuz of their murdering. The child has shown that they feel feel force to

plz

OK! I'm gonna choose the characters randomly through wheel and do a few of them. And I am so sorry it took me so long to get done with this.

Characters: v.sinclair, b.sinclair, c.spaulding, art, d.sawyer, b.sawyer

Warnings: teen!reader, slasherchild!reader, mentions of murder, mentions of manipulation, teen!reader runs away, theft, underage drinking, possible underage driving, drinking and driving, underage smoking, drug use, underage drug use, gn!reader, suicide mention, angst

Runaway

V.SINCLAIR

He doesn't exactly like it either, but what Bo says goes

He tried to sypathize with you, but the further you pushed yourself away, the harder he found to communicate with you

He tried taking you downstairs to his "art studio" once so y'all could spend time together but he chose a bad time to do so as Bo came downstairs carrying a dead body which sent you into a frenzy

You locked yourself in your room and cried most of the night while Vincent, silently, went off on Bo

After awhile Vincent walked upstairs to your room to apologize, just to see you not there and the window wide open

He also noticed tons of empty beer bottles and medicine containers

He runs over to the window and notices your getting into his truck and quickly rushes out after you

By the time he makes his way downstairs, you've already drove off and almost out of town

He is absolutely crushed

His darling child ran off, and it's all his twins fault

He's gonna get Lester to go looking for you, and he his going off even worse on Bo now

Bo actually feels bad now, although he is calling you a little priss, he does feel bad for scaring his brothers child away

So now Bo is looking for you too

Needless to say, they find you eventually on the side of the road throwing up

They take you home, however you start staying with Lester on the outskirts of town so you are less likely to encounter victims or the bodies of victims

B.SINCLAIR

He doesn't care

He does, but he doesn't

He loves you, but no child of his is going to be a little priss

He eventually tries manipulating you into killing people

^Like he done with Vincent

He tries talking to you about how proud he'll be of you, how proud uncle Vince will be of you, how proud Grandma will be of you

And eventually he wears you down, getting you to agree to kill

However, what he doesn't realize, is he also drove you into drug use and abuse

He only figured this out when he noticed three bottles of liquor gone from the freezer

It was a pretty rough night

A mother and her daughter had found their way into town and instead of going out himself, Bo sent you

He handed you the shotgun and sent you on your way

Well, you killed the mom, but couldn't kill the little girl (not like he would make you kill a child) so you instead took her to your dad's (Bo's) truck and told her to sit there

Anyways, at first, not thinking you would do such a thing, he asked Vincent and Lester, receiving the same answers from both of them

"I ain't seen no liquor in a while."

After a while of thinking he had drunk it and forgot, he heard a thud upstairs, in your room

The thump was followed by a small "Ow" and some giggles

He slowly made it up the steps, calling out for you

He goes to push the door open, but he hears a truck start outside

He rushes out just to see you in the front seat of his truck with a little girl in the passenger seat

You pulled out of the driveway and handed the little girl one of his liquor bottles to throw at him

And throw she did, it landed directly between his eyes, knocking him out on contact

You had stolen his wallet before leaving, so it's safe to say, you're not coming back

C. SPAULDING

He doesn't even really kill unless he's like protecting his family, himself, or his gas station

He doesn't mind you not wanting to be around the violence and won't go out of his way to shield you from it, but he'll place his hand or arm across your eyes if your close enough

Overall, possibly the best parent

ART

Definitely mimes empathy then (silently) laughs in your face

Makes sure you see so much gore it's a bit much even for the gore enjoyers

Once snatched a still beating heart out of someones chest and shoved it into your mouth, forcing you to eat it

The worst parent if you don't like killing

And you aren't running away either, he and (I'ma refer to her as ghost girl) will find you no matter where you try to go

And don't even think about killing yourself, Ghost Girl will just reincarnate you

D.SAWYER

*eats you*

I'm just kidding, but seriously?

You are in a family of cannibals, but you hate violence?

I imagine since he doesn't really like it either, he'll just keep you at the gas station with him when Nubbins, Bubba, and/or Chop-Top are killing people

He tries to be more sympathetic with you, but gives up eventually and hits you with his broom until you stop crying or Bubba runs him off

Don't get me wrong, Bubba is scared of him, but he will push him away from you or fuck something up else where to get Drayton off your back a little bit

Leave it to uncle Bubba to take a beating for you

Nubbins also tries to help sometimes by spitting at Drayton and getting him to chase him, but it doesn't really work half as much as it does with Bubba as Nubbins just runs off and hides while Bubba actually takes the beating

Chop Top doesn't really care but if he does see it getting excessive, he will throw something at Drayton and run

Once again, not as much of a relief as Bubba's unless Bubba rushes in, picks you up and hides you from him

B.SAWYER

100% the most caring one

He tries to shield you from it, can and will go out of his way to shield you from it

^A few victims have gotten away because of that

He kinda feels like if you're around it long enough then you'll get used to it (desensitized to it like he is)

He tried testing the theory once, but after witnessing you go through a panic attack so bad he was scared he almost killed you, he never done it again

He definitely shields you from Drayton too

He makes sure to send you into the field of sunflowers when he knows that they are gonna kill people that night

That ended after a victim tried to kidnap you tho, so now you are sent to your room with a pair of headphones and Chop-Tops records

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[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

COMING SOON! (Soon as in when I finish writing it.)

An Otis Driftwood story!

I wanted to do a Cult Leader! Otis Driftwood x Nephilim! (Gn) reader.

(The reader is the child of a demon and a human. Nephilim are children of fallen angels or demons.)

I thought about making the reader an adopted child of Captain Spaulding but I'm not too sure yet.

[jokeringcutio]

Third time's a charm Otis B. Driftwood x Reader (How Reader was Rescued)

Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses & The Devil’s Rejects & 3 From Hell. Pairings: Otis B. Driftwood X Reader. Rating: Mature (for topics and themes) Warnings: Violence, Blood, (Decent) mentioning of corpses and corpse abuse, Pregnancy, Semi-Graphic Birth, Breeding Kink, Murder, dubcon and noncon. Summary: How you got rescued from the Firefly Family.

This can be seen as a continuation on [ This Drabble where they take you to the hospital ] and was specially written for iffyline

The third time's a charm

At first, you had hope. It wasn’t a tiny bit, it was huge. Enough to fill your heart and mind. You’d gone from being hopelessly lost to being determined to remain alive. It felt as if your life was balancing each second of the day on a scale that could tip over unannounced. But now you held hope, and that meant that you would do anything to remain alive until the police would come to rescue you. No matter how degrading it would be.

You’d seen your friends die in horrible ways, and had to watch some of them still on display – either as pieces of art or body parts of them that had been re-used for furniture. Yeah, better not think about that. Though you’d never received your answer as to why you were the only one still alive, you could hazard a guess. The Firefly member named Otis was to thank for that. He’d claimed you from the get-go, held you tied up in his room, and fucked you raw until you could no longer walk.

It was thanks to falling ill that Baby and Otis had driven you to the hospital where you could alarm the doctor about your predicament. You were missing. You and your friends. And you had told the doctor all about the dangerous family that held you captive. You’d warned her not to take action too soon, because you knew if the attempt failed, the family would know that it had been you who had been blabbering to the doctor. You feared not only for your own life, but also for theirs.

Thankfully, your capturers were none the wiser. Your cover: the unfortunate fetus inside your womb. Otis had been withdrawn on the way back, uncharacteristically quiet and absentminded. Baby had been over the moon. As for the others of the family, well, Baby had been right. Mama Firefly got a certain gleam in her eyes when the sonograms were shown, she was thrilled. Tiny and Rufus seemed to be okay with it all. They hadn’t said much about it to you, just seemed to accept it as a fact. Captain Spaulding had slapped your shoulder and welcomed you to the family. Then Otis had left the room and had thrown the door shut behind him. You had been left with the Firefly members all on your own for the very first time. Unchained. Nothing had happened. Baby had gotten you something to drink. That was all.

Otis had returned for you not much later and you’d fallen back into the same old pattern that had emerged ever since you had arrived. With you locked up in his chamber and him taking his pleasure from you whenever he liked. But there had been glances you hadn’t seen from him before. Something in his eyes had changed and sometimes you could see him clench his jaw or flex his hand before forming a fist.

You thought he hated the idea of becoming a father.

And so you prayed your rescuers would arrive soon.

They did, sooner than you would find out. The first rescue mission they undertook failed horribly. You were stuck in Otis’s room when it happened, tummy round with child for God knows how many weeks. Too long. You’d not noticed anything had happened until Otis told you, many weeks later. And only because you’d recognized a police badge among one of his new art exhibits.

Gross.

You’d expected a second wave soon after, but no one came.

~

In the end, you ended up giving birth on Otis’s bed, making it one bloody mess that had his eyes light up in delight.

“See, a birth can be fun,” Mama Firefly had said. She stood next to you to help pull the babe from your womb.

“It’s very artistic,” Otis said, his eyes alit with emotions that resembled pride and… was that love? No, it couldn’t be. Lust. That must have been it. But he looked at you at that moment like he looked at his best artworks. And you felt like you were, torn below, legs parted, your blood seeping all over the blankets.

The baby cried and Otis took the child in his arms. Blood covered his strong biceps and stained his white undershirt, but he was unbothered. Perhaps this sight frightened you even more than if he had turned away and neglected your child. It was him, pure as could be, talking to the little fellow in his hands as if he was the most important thing in the world.

Like a father.

Otis loved his child. And dang if that didn’t hurt. You saw it in the way he looked up at the kid, saw it in how he tried his best to care for the child even if he sometimes horribly failed at it. Thing was, you never stood on your own in this. Mama Firefly got your back, and so did Grandpa Hugo. You could always rely on Baby to help you out with anything that needed to be done. And slowly, ever so slowly, you were given back some of your freedom, as if they accepted you as part of their twisted little family.

You could roam the house, do basic things all by yourself. Otis seemed to trust you more now that the two of you shared a baby. But you were scared. A future in this house, for your child? It couldn’t be anything good. You kept praying for someone to come and take you and your child away.

~

The second time the police came to investigate, you were in the living room, your baby son on your lap.

“What took them so long?” you murmured, watching the blue lights as they swirled outside the window.

“Shit,” Baby cursed, her voice unladylike and raw. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Get all your things and go,” Captain Spaulding shouted. He looked pointedly at you, but it was Otis who got into motion, grabbing your hand. Of course, you’d almost forgotten, that whenever the police or anyone of importance showed up, you had to hide. You were still reported missing after all, and your family and friends hadn’t given up the search for you. They’d appeared on numerous television shows and sometimes still made the news when they thought they’d found a new lead.

But the doctor knew where you were. There was a lead! Why hadn’t they come sooner? Why had the second attempt taken them this long? The doctor knew you were here. She promised to alarm the police. They knew! Why had they left you to your fate long enough to give birth in this hellhole?

“’ere, give ‘im to me,” Hugo cradled the baby in his arms, disappearing into a different room.

“No!” you shouted, but Otis already pushed you into his room and shut the windows, barring them.

“You stay here,” he said, eyes flashing with something dangerous that told you he was not to be argued with. You watched as he got a gun out and collected some cleavers he used to make his art. Then he left, locking the door behind him.

You cried in your hands while you listened to the sounds of a confrontation below. If he hadn’t barred the windows, you might have been able to signal to the men outside. But no such luck.

You were let out of the room for dinner and were handed your son. He was safe, except for a few blood spatters on his little romper that luckily didn’t belong to him. Grandpa Hugo had protected him with his life, he said. And while you had been shielded from the horrors below, your infant son had been present to watch the murder in real time.

Baby and Tiny were arguing about the reason the police had come to visit. You didn’t feel like you had such a great appetite when you saw one of the policemen on the table. Instead, you held your son while you breastfed him, aware of Otis’s watchful eyes as he ate his dinner, eyeing you approvingly.

~

The baby bump showed, visibly, and it disgusted you how Otis would rub his hand over it, would talk to the unborn child as if the baby already could understand. Talked about all the projects he had in mind for them to work on and the things he wanted to teach the kid.

It had been different one time. But after your son was born, Otis changed. A little. He’d gone from quiet and pensive to overly enthusiastic and ready to involve his kids in whatever he had in mind. Nothing that risked their lives though, which was a relief. You watched him take your toddler son by the hand and guide him around the premises. Or haul him on his lap to help him carve one of his new exposition displays.

Yes, he actively engaged your son in creating new centerpieces. He held his tiny little hand to steer the carving knife. He made your child actively cut human flesh into artful shapes.

And you hated him for it. Hated him even more now that a second child was growing inside. You knew you could not steer away from his touches, knew you could not avoid whatever nature had in store for you. You just survived each and every day and deliberately had forgotten that there were people out there looking for you. The hope you once held had diminished and dwindled into a small pilot flame. Still there, ready to be lit again, but not bright, barely visible.

They would not come. They had tried and they had lost. What was there to hope for?

You’d imagined escapes, even tried a few, but it had all ended back in Otis’s bed, chained to the headboard, with him eagerly thrusting inside of you while he berated you for your attempts. In fact, that was probably how the new baby had been created. But it had been so tempting to try and drive off with one of the cars. And you’d gotten closer than you ever had before.

Well, it was all in the past now. You’d have to wait for another opportunity to arrive.

~

“They’re sweet, aren’t they?” Mama Firefly said from her rocking chair on the porch.

Your son chased after your daughter. She was still a toddler, stumbling around on chubby legs. He was lean and slender, a mirror image of his dad.

A simple nod was all you gave as a reply. Your eyes focused on your children while you hoped it would remain at two.

Behind you, the wood of the doorway creaked, and when you looked up, you saw Otis leaning against the doorpost, arms crossed in front of his chest. His cold eyes rested upon your kids.

Then a tiny smile curled his lips.

You quickly looked away again.

~

When the police came for you again, things were completely different from before. They didn’t race towards the house with sirens on. Instead, an ordinary-looking car made its way to a safe distance, and the first policeman didn’t run into any of the Fireflies. He ran into you.

You were outside, watching your kids as they were playing when a stranger came into your periphery. You didn’t hesitate, didn’t give it a second thought, and called out for him.

The stranger said your name, didn’t even seem surprised, and you responded affirmatively. It was you. And you needed to get out.

He gestured for you to head his way. You didn’t hesitate, picked up your toddler, and grabbed your son by the hand. You led your kids into the safety of the stranger’s car. The man joined in the passenger’s seat and turned to the woman behind the steering wheel.

“Go, go, go,” he said, and she drove off.

Nothing heroic. No great showdown or bullet shot.

Yet, you were out.

~

Whenever someone with bleached hair passed you by, you did a double take. Just to make sure it wasn’t him. Odd, really, because it could not be Otis.

He was dead.

So the police had said.

When they’d taken you and your kids to safety, a second squad had surrounded the house and that bullet fight you thought hadn’t occurred took place without you knowing. The Firefly family had fought back resiliently, but the police had learned from the last time. In the end, the Fireflies tried to escape by setting the house on fire.

Otis had been mauled down by one of the policemen. They told you he’d been on the floor once the flames engulfed him.

You were free, even if some of the family had managed to get away.

Your kids grew up leading normal lives. Though your son showed traces of morbid interest, remembering how it felt to carve up flesh with his dad.

He blamed you as well. He missed his father. You never apologized for taking him and his sister away from that toxic environment and was determined to wait until your son was old enough to understand what had happened. He was clever, you were certain he would understand.

And so the three of you led a brand new life, surrounded by friends and family. Hope started to rebuild again inside of your chest, and fear left your heart droplet by little droplet as time went by.

You would live the life you had craved for. You weren’t a quitter.

~ * ~

“You should just walk up to them,” Baby said, eyeing the man next to her with annoyance. “Stop lurking. What is the worst that could happen?”

“You’re right,” the man said. He marched out of his hiding place, white hair flowing behind him, beard jutted forward with pride.

“Hello there, kid.”

Baby snickered while she watched him bend forward to talk to the teenage kid. A young and slender boy with hair just as pale. From behind the boy, a girl emerged. She’d been playing a distance away but came closer when she saw the stranger approach. She looked a lot like her mother, Baby thought. But had her father’s eyes.

“Dad?” the boy said. “You came back for us?” Not scared or with a stammer, but with relief visibly painting his features.

“Just wanted to say hi,” Otis said, leaning forward to ruffle the girl’s hair before doing the same to the boy. “Not gonna steal you away from your mother. Missed you too much.”

The children beamed up at him, prompting Baby to step out from the shadows to watch the family reunion openly.

Otis’s eyes glinted when he spoke to his son. “Think your mom will want me back?”

~ FIN  ~

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Fandom: House of a 1,000 Corpses

Rufus Jr 'RJ' Firefly x Reader

By: @pusantheamazonian​                      not beta’d

I've always liked RJ. Of course there's like nuthin’ for him. So viola!

“Howdy Y/N. Hidin’ from your daddy again?” With the ring if the doorbell. Spaulding greets you with a smile already knowing why you're here.

“You know it.” Slowly making your way to the counter. Sad to say you're a little ashamed of this predicament.

“Darlin you need to leave his ass or find a boyfriend. You hidin’ out here ain't good for you. People are going to say you're strange.”

“I'm already strange. I willingly walk five miles to get here because I prefer hanging out with you and the museum than my daddy when he's home.” Reaching the counter you kick at the floor. He goes through this speech every time.

“Five miles? You're saying you walk five miles just to be here?” A hand on his hip. He looks at you like you have two heads or something.

“Yes, I walk everywhere I don't have a car. I'm saving my money so I can leave this town.”

“You need to leave his ass.”

“I know I know. It's just hard. I moved in to make sure he was alright after momma died but he started drinking again and it just got worse.” With your best doe eyes you plead for him to stop his scolding.

“The usual?” Spaulding says after giving you a disapproving look.

“Yup.”

He places a chocolate bar and a bag of chicken on the counter. Thanking him, you hand over the money. Placing the bag of chicken in your bag. You begin eating the chocolate as you wander over to Aqualina.

Hearing the ding of the doorbell you're used to the slow trickle of regulars and random travelers. But ever vigilant to make sure it's not your father. You always peek a look at whoever enters.

Today is no other day. Turning to see who it is, you're stunned. To say that you weren't staring is a lie. You've never seen him before and you're here at least twice a week.  His tall muscular stature, dark brown hair with a button up shirt that looks a little tight has you weak in the knees. Biting your lip is the only thing that keeps you from drooling. You watch him closely as he walks to the counter and talks with Spaulding. The way he's talking to him, Spaulding must know him. You briefly catch Spaulding call him RJ. Not very suttle in staring, Spaulding is looking at you. Before you can compose yourself, Spaulding's given you a wink and smirk. Embarrassed you spin back around trying to ignore them. But you keep glancing at their reflection in the glass. Spaulding fucking knows what you're doing. Cause every time you look at the glass Spaulding still has that smirk. Flustered you breeze past them and out the door. Berating yourself all the way home.

Spaulding knows.

~

This strange encounter goes on for three weeks. Every time RJ showed up you were only able to stay for a few minutes because you found yourself staring. Staring so much that your throat goes dry. Always ignoring him and Captain Spaulding before either one could say anything. This week you'll be damned if you have to leave in an embarrassment.

“What the hell are you doing?” Spotting Spaulding you make a b-line to him, leaning over the counter.

“Well I'm about to eat this tasty donut but you're interrupting me.”

“Not the donut. You know what I'm talking about. You disappear and then RJ shows up a few minutes later.” Glaring you lean in .

Suddenly he’s grabbed you by the shirt and hoisted you over the counter. Shocked your feet are dangling off the ground. Shit what have you done? Panic sets in.

“Darlin you best be minding me. I saw the two of you eye fucking. You both need to stop being pussies and get on with it.” He is wearing a mean scowl, meaner than you've ever seen.

“He.. likes me?” Now you're confused, you never noticed RJ looking at you. Hell you didn't even think he noticed you. well noticed you as a girl and not the random person who always suddenly leaves.

“Damn girl pay attention! Why the hell do you think I'm even botherin’ with this?" Aggravated he releases you.

"I don't know, to be annoying?"

"Y/N. That's the stupidest thing you've said yet. You're grounded to your corner." Deadpaning he points to your usual spot in the corner.

"Fine." Grumbling you straighten out your shirt and go to your corner. Damn it, you hate when he treats you like a child.

Like always Spaulding disappears for a few minutes, returning with a shit eating grin. Exactly fifteen minutes later in walks RJ. In the glass you see Spaulding point at you, clearly done with your shit. RJ looks at you and you quickly glance away, hoping he didn't see you staring.

A thick silence fills the room, nervous you try not to panic. You're not going to make a good impression if you're flustered. God you hope he's not a dick. The last couple guys have been assholes.

RJ quietly makes it to your side and waits. Apparently waiting for you to make the first move. Well now or never.

“Uh hi. Captain Spaulding says you go by RJ is that right?”

“Yes…failed to mention yours."

“Y/N.” Giving a small smile. His voice is better up close, it has a deep country tone to it.  

“You draw?" He eyes the sketch book in your hand.

“It's just a hobby that I get to work on here. I'm surprised Spaulding hasn't banned me yet.”

"You visit often?"

"About twice a week. I go for a walk and end up here."

"Lair. You hide out here about every other day." Spaulding chimes. Immediately turning to glare at him. He returns the look with a meaner scowl, forcing you to turn back around. Now you're just embarrassed.

"Interesting place of choice."

"Better than some places."

"Better? That's low expectations."

"Keep your expectations low and you will never be disappointed." Excited, you're able to get a chuckle out of him. He looks adorable when he smiles.

“Can I see?”

“Sure.” Tucking the pencil behind your ear you hand it to him. He flips through all of your decent and shitty drawings. Mostly shitty.

"Interesting one." Handing it back, he left it open to a particular page. It's a skull that has a glass eyeball in the forehead.

"Oh I was inspired by the whole third eye philosophy." He gives you a confused look. "The third eye or inner eye that's a mystical and esoteric concept.  Referring to an invisible eye in the middle of the forehead. That provides perception beyond ordinary sight." Staring at each other there's a moment of silence. Obviously, he did not just understand a word you said.

"That is a lot of words I don't know."

"Sorry. Sometimes I just word vomit." Motioning with your hand you pretend to vomit.

"Cute and smart."

Abort! Abort!

"Uh thanks. Never been those before." Blushing you don't know what to say. Expect that you are freaking out. He thinks you're cute and smart.

“Well I should be going. I have work in the morning. I'll see you later." You slowly walk to the door. "GOODBYE SPAULDING!”

"Bye Y/N." A muffled shout comes from the back.

"Bye RJ." You give a wave before disappearing out the door.

"Bye."

At home you find your father passed out in the recliner. You quickly clean up the empty beer bottles and trash before heading upstairs. Making sure to lock your door.

It's another two days before you make it back to Spaulding's. Like clockwork, RJ sneaks up beside you. Waiting for you to notice but you always notice. The man is a walking wall of muscle. Giving him a smile you tuck the notebook away.

“Here, I made chocolate chip cookies.”

“Thanks.” He peeks under the lid before tucking the container under his arm.

“How ungrateful. You didn't bring me none?” Spaulding shouts from the counter.

“Did you look in the container on the fridge?” Rolling your eyes you can't believe he missed it.

“What fuckin’ container?”

“Red square tin.” You point at the most identifiable item on top of the fridge.

“I'll be damned, paint my ass blue and call me a baboon. You didn't forget me after all.” Munching on the cookies he disappears into the back.

“No hope for him.” Chuckling you turn back to RJ.

“You bake?”

“Every now and then. Mainly when I have a reason to.”

"What's your favorite thing to bake?"

"Mmm. I would have to say cookies because I can eat the cookie dough while the cookies are baking."

"Doesn't that give you food poisoning?"

"They say it does but I'm willing to take the chance."

He chuckles, amused by your oddness. Maybe you’re weird for this reason.

“Do you want a ride home?”  

Surprised that he asked, you hope that this doesn't end badly if you follow him. Besides, it's still a little early to go home. Though it would be nice to spend some alone time with him. Well out of sight of Spaulding.

"Sure."

Outside you finally see what his ride is. His truck is one of those old ones. The kind where you have to slam the door shut to make sure it shuts and you have no idea how it's still operational.

Buckling your seatbelt there is a faint smell of liquor and car grease.

“You want to see something that's not at the museum?” Climbing into his seat he's got this look in his eyes.  Like he wants to test the limits of your sanity.

“Yeah, what is it?”

Smiling he puts the truck into gear. RJ drives a few miles outside of town, farther out than Spaulding's shop. He pulls onto a dirt road that leads to a farm. Surrounded by a big wooden fence with several outlying buildings and one big farmhouse. The location and isolation of the farm makes you uneasy.

"Follow me." RJ instructs exiting the truck. Nodding nervously you follow. He walks to a wood shed. “Here.” He opens the shed door.

“Wow!” Stunned you slowly walk around it. Someone has created a female Minotaur. The brown hair is styled on the cow's head sitting cross legged in shorts and t-shirt. You're unable to see the lines where the two have been attached. “Who made this?”

“Otis.”

“Otis?”

“Adoptive… Uncle? The family adopted him years ago.” He shrugs not really sure how to explain it.

“Well you can give him my regards. This is amazing.” You cautiously poke the snout.

"I'll pass it along."

The door creaks and you turn to look. Just to make sure that RJ didn't leave you, nope it's a new person entering. You knew RJ was tall but this guy is even taller! Really looking at him you see some deformities. From what you can tell they must be due to his stature.

“My brother Tiny.” RJ explains seeing your confused face.

“Hi Tiny. I'm Y/N.” It's oddly funny that his name is Tiny but he's so tall. You keep that to yourself. Tiny waves. “Nice shirt.” You point at his shirt. It says I got your back bro. One stick figure is holding the other stick figure’s back.

He seems to chuckle before grabbing a hammer and shuffling away.

"How many siblings do you have?" You make your way back to RJ’s side.

"Just Baby and Tiny."

"Baby?"

"Sister."

"Must be fun. I never had any siblings."

"You're not missing anything."

"Really?"

"Really." RJ leads you back to the truck before you can question anything else.

~

Pulling up to your house the moment is bittersweet. You don't want to go inside but you know you have to.

"Thanks for the ride. I'll see you later." Smiling, you place a hand on the door handle. You struggle a moment to open it. The door is unlocked but you have to sort of shove it for it to open.

Cracking the door, you turn to look back at RJ. Surprised. RJ has leaned over and is a few inches away. You swear he can hear your heart pounding. There's only a pause before he captures your lips. His lips are surprisingly soft and so are his movements. Without a thought you press into the kiss. Only to have him part a few moments later.

"Bye." Smirking he doesn't move as he waits for you to catch up.

"Bye." Dazed you fumble with the door trying to get out. You know you must be red as a tomato. Once out of the truck you keep peeking over your shoulder to look at him. Did he just lure you out on a date?

RJ chuckles. So refreshing. Soft and reserved, nothing like his family who are loud, opinionated and chaotic.

Since that night RJ takes you home every night you visit Spaulding. Always taking the long way around. The flirty smiles and mischievous looks on the drive home. Stealing kisses before you open the passenger door. Sometimes leading to wandering hands. Leaving you always wanting more. Making you braver every week.

That all came to a screeching stop when you came home from work to find your father already home, drunk and awake.

Making it to Spalding’s, you manage to sneak in and leave money on the counter after swiping a chocolate bar. You plan on hiding outside tonight to avoid any lectures from Spaulding.

“Howdy Y/N.”

shit.

“Hey Spaulding. Just stopped in for a candy bar, I put the money on the counter.” Almost to the door you pause.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Turn around.”

Fuck!

There's no way of escaping. In defeat you slowly turn around.

“What in the fucking hell is that?” He’s immediately around the counter and pointing at your face.

“He got back early today.”

“Did you at least hit the bastard before you left?”

“Yeah… how bad is it?”

“You haven't looked?”

“No.”

“It ain't pretty darlin.” Shaking his head you know he’s disappointed with you. You're disappointed in yourself.

“Damn.”

“Come back here. Best to hide for the moment.” He pulls you along and behind the curtain into his break room. The walls are a weird off white color. There's a recliner, a table with two chairs, a microwave and a small refrigerator on the counter. "Sit."

Not arguing you sit at the table. You're embarrassed that he caught you like this. Now he's definitely going to think you're stupid.

"Put this on it." He hands you an ice pack wrapped in a towel.

"Thanks."

He disappears back behind the curtain. Probably to turn the open sign around. With a defeated sigh you hold the ice pack just barely close enough to your face. The bruise is still tender and you haven't decided yet if the cold is making it better or worse.

Spaulding returns grumpy as ever.

"Let me see." You move your hand away slowly. "Got you good. Whole side of your face is bruised. You want to explain what happened?" Pulling the chair closer he sits in front of you.

"He found out about RJ somehow. Was waiting for me at the door. Going on about him being trash and that I'm too young for boys."

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty seven."

"I'm only kidding but you're still a baby compared to me." Teasing he pats your knee.

"Ha ha." Huffing you put the ice pack back. "Son of a bitch!" You weren't watching and put it on your skin too quickly.

"Ah! You do have a potty mouth. I was startin' to wonder if you knew how to curse." Chuckling he leans back into the chair. Giving him the stink eye only makes him laugh harder.

The ding of the doorbell makes him stop. “That should be RJ.”

“RJ? You called RJ?” Panicking this night is just getting worse.

"You have a few pages stuck together if you think I didn't."

"Fuck." Groaning as you stand, the walk to the curtain is too short. You part the curtain not ready to explain to RJ.

“Y/N!” The drunken voice is fueled by anger.

“Daddy?”

“I should have known you would be here. Let's go!” Before you can react he's at the counter. He’s got a death grip on your arm and pulling you to the door.

“No let go.” Kicking him in the groin. His grip loosens and you push him to the floor. "Spaulding!"

Screaming you run back to the break room but a hand grips your ankle. Pulling you down with a hard thud.

"Y/N!" Yelling, a possessed look takes over.

Rolling over you use your other leg and start kicking.

"Get off me!" Screaming at him. You don't notice the figure barrelling through the door.

In a millisecond he stops. Eyes never stop staring at you. Blood trickles down his face. That's when you notice blood is everywhere and you see a giant metal hook lodged in the back of his head.

You can't process this, everything has gone numb. He's dead. The man who's tormented you these past few years. Making you regret everything you've done to help. Is dead.

"Y/N."

"RJ?" Snapping your attention upwards. It's RJ. This man must be heaven sent.

“What the fuck is this?” Spaulding yells whipping a pistol around and glancing at the body. You point at RJ. Who bends over and picks you up like you were a rag doll. Proceeding to put you over his shoulder.

"Whoa!"

“What do you think this is? A fuckin’ clean up service? RJ!” Spaulding's pissed and RJ clearly doesn't care because he walks back outside. You are confused beyond all get out.

"Damn it. I just mopped the floor." Grumbling Spaulding gets the mop.

Squealing of the truck door indicates where he has taken you. In one solid motion he moves you the passenger seat. His frame blocks any view you could have.

To your surprise he gingerly takes your chin and tilts your head. Obviously to get a better look at the damage. This flip in focus makes you feel very inadequate. Second guessing if you deserve him.

"Y/N." He noticed your avoidance with eye contact.

Finally looking at him you officially break down. "RJ I'm sorry!" Tears are pouring, body threatening to hiccup.

"Why are you sorry? I should be. I didn't get here sooner."

"He was waiting for me today. I know I should have just turned around when I saw him but I didn't. I'm so stupid! I know better not to be there when he's drunk and awake."

"Don't worry about it. He got what was coming."

"Really? But he's-"

"A dead bastard." RJ affirms. He wont have you mourning over that man.

Letting it sink in for a moment you begin to nod in agreement.

"Let's get you home. It'll be alright." He kisses your forehead giving you a tight hug.

"Okay."

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Can I request a child reader with (whatever slasher you want)?

Muti slasher x child reader who has metal problems that hasn't been diagnosed with (whatever one you feel comfortable writing)

So, I'm gonna write for depression and or anxiety as I have both. I have no clue if these were what you meant, but here you go! Also, I apologize if I offend anyone, I am solely going off of my experience with them and what I do with mine. Sorry it started getting short at the end, I started running out of ideas :(.

Characters: o.driftwood, b.sawyer, b.firefly, capt.spaulding

Warnings: depression, anxiety, mental health issues

There are more than likely things that I forgot to mention in the warnings, so proceed with caution

Mental Child

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba picked up on how sad you had been

But it wasn't just sadness, he could see it in your eyes, it was something else

At first he just thought that someone had dropped by the gas station while you were there helping Drayton and said something mean about you, so he tried sitting with you

He slowly recognized that, that wasn't helping and quickly clocked when you started distancing yourself

Staying in your room more often then not, your eyes constantly being swollen, the fact that he couldn't bring a smile to your face like he used to

He began to worry, heavily

He tried to get Drayton to take you somewhere to get you fixed, but Drayton seen no issue with how you were acting

Eventually tho, Drayton breaks after even Nubbins began worrying about you

Nubbins noticed how little you smiled, how you seemed to look a little more dead everytime he saw you, and how little you were eating

Anyways, at this point, everyone is worrying about you

The breaking point is when Bubba walks up to your room to find you in the middle of an anxiety attack

He doesn't know that's what this is tho, so he picks you up and rushes you down stairs

Drayton takes you to the hospital and blah blah blah

Captain Spaulding

Baby was the first to notice how off you were acting

No longer willing to scalp people with her, let her do your hair, let her paint your nails or anything

She recognized that you were distancing yourself and told Mama, and then, somehow, word got out to Spaulding

He immediately came and picked you up and took you to live with him for a while

To say he was worried was an understatement

You weren't eating, you were barely sleeping, and he could hear your anxiety attacks

He couldn't do anything about it tho, cause he didn't know what to do

He noticed how slouchy you were and eventually asked you what was going on, telling you that he was beginning to get worried

If you deside to open up, he tries to find you a place to get you help after a while

At first he was like, "Oh, everyone gets a little depressed now and then," but then he started getting worried when you weren't seeming to get better

Otis Driftwood

You think this mf cares?

He tells you to suck it up

He will get kinda worried when you start violently shaking and start screaming about how you can't breathe

Only then does he try to do anything to help you tho

Baby Firefly

She cares! She really does, she just doesn't understand why you can't breathe

She tries getting you water and holding you

She doesn't really know anything about Anxiety, so Mama was the one to make the assumption that that was what you had

She tried to make herself a bit smarter on the subject so she can help her baby

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