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a doll or pet,

a pretty toy even...

the thought that clyde had there probably wasnt even that far away from reality!

he was probably almost certainly right when it came to that!

chris himself didnt really wanted to know how the sawyers viewd him at this point,

or what they would call him.

sure,

by this time he had developed a friendship like relationship with the younger sawyer brothers,

and kind of like a father-son one with the oldest of them,

and the head of the family.

however that happend,...

he wasnt quite sure himself....

and even tho drayton could still be intimidating,

he was not the one that still scared him the most.

and he was pretty sure he didnt call him anything,

besides maybe theire guest,

but even that had lessend over time now...

maybe also a sign that he was now nore viewd as a new family member of theires,

but....

you wouldbt put a relative in chains,

right?!

so after all this time chris was still sometimes questioning his place in his somehwat new found family!

sure they joked around and laughed together,

they had arguments and disagreements that are always forgotten pretty fast,

and yet even tho they somewhat acted like true friends....

he always somewhat had to carefull of his position in this house!

and right now,

he was everything but carefull!

shaky hands that were covered in band aids from his miserable kitchen skills,

and lack of actually cooking skills still hold onto that knife in his hand,

wich grabbed so hard at it his knuckles turned white by now.

his breath heavy in his chest,

like he was out of air himself from running,

and chasing.

yet it was probably the adrenalin that shot through his body causing him to have such a shaky breath,

his chest heavy rose and fell with every breath he took!

chris eyes only darkend with the somewhat cracked giggle that came from chop top,

having his eyes fixed on the two brothers and not letting them out of sight not even for a second.

he wouldnt even think about moving a muscle,

or stepping aside.

he didnt know yet how,

or why or under what circumstances clyde had found himself of all tge placed in the world exactly here...

but thats wasnt important either in this very moment!

all that mattered was that he was in fact right here,

however that have had happend!

he was here!

and chris wouldtnt just leave him to chop tops very obvious anger,

and at his mercy...

not that the vietnam vet knew anything about mercy.

no.

he truly didnt....

clyde would be dead in a heartbeat if chris would leave him unprotected in this moment,

and that was probably the nicest way this could go!

if it wouldnt went all so nice,

he would probably find himself back in the twins hand,

especiallly chop top wich was beyond pissed about the situation,

and how this had all went,

and with them wanting to have theire fun with clyde first...

no.

he just could not let this happen,

absolutely not

"you dont...

touch him..."

his voice was more of a whispered now,

swallowed by his unsteady breath,

he spoke more quietly this time amd somewhat out of air...

he had to swallow,

for his mouth felt so dry just like his throat!

only when he had found his breath again,

and was able to breath right a somewhat nervous smirk appeard on his face

"dont bullshit me like that,

chop top!

over the past you have been slaughtering that group of tourists,

one after another...

i think the freezer is full enough!

so no,

HE is not dinner"

this time he barked at chop top!

maybe not tge best way to convince him to let his brunette friend live,

but he also knew that if he was to show weakness now,

and right in that very moment after he had pretty much turned against them and stood up for something,

well someone so much,

he would have lost...!

they feed off of fear,

screaming and weaknesses in theire victems!

sure he knew that he had to convince drayton himself too,

if he really wanted to make sure his friend was protected and that he was not to be harmed!

but when drayton wasnt around chop top pretty much took the lead in the family

making him the head of the household.

so first of all he had to make sure he got him on his side!

to convince nubbins wasnt all too hard,

knowing its wouldnt take all to much to get hin on his side,

at least once chop top was on his side too,

he wasnt all to worried about him.

and if he told bubba that he and clyde had grown up together,

and used to be friends as children...

hoe much he means to him,

and that he was basicalky family to chris,

he just knew that he would give in to chris beggin.

at least when he pulled off a good puppy eyes!

even tho pleading and begging had never saved anyone from the big star butcher of this family.

he was peobably pretty used to the fact that people begged him to spae theire lifes,

and them pleading didnt convince him.

never had probably,

since family was the most important thing to bubba wich chris had learned over time by now.

he would do anythibg for his family!

but for chris...

he might just consider to spare his friend,

if he really meant so much to him...

at least that what chris hoped for.

he was grateful for bubba to hold chop top back tho,

when he decided to take a step forwars to them and get closwe to the two friends.

chris instantly took a step back,

and step closee to his friend and shielding him even more with his body,

knowing him safe behind his back.

he could feel clydes hand grab into the leg of his trouses,

and his fingers holding onto him with the brunette still being a shaky mess on the ground

shivering and tears still running down his face

"over.my.dead.body"

he hissed again,

dark eyes eying the bitemark on chop tops arm for a moment.

how the blood ran across his arm,

and even dropped to the wooden floor...

"he is a friend...

he is MY friend"

his eyes darted back to clyde for a second!

watching him shuffle himself backwards and against the kitchen cabinet,

he came dangerously close to the backdoor to theire side....

this was bloody useless,

the damn door was locked anyway.

since years.

the damn thing was cracked and just wouldnt open anymore,

and so it wasnt even used anymore.

but with how close clyde slid over the wooden floor over to the door,

it was only a matter of time untill chop top would make a comment about it,

and so of course it came soon enough.

but this time chris blood ran cold...

with chop top stopping his maniac laughter and his giggles suddenly gone,

a cold shiver went down on chris back!

he felt like he had messer up there,

like he had messer up gooood....

seeing this look on his face only one time since the blonde one was here,

he had wished that he himself never had to see him like that turned against him.

it was scary,

evsn more scary than his voilent outburst or sadistic nature...

his eyes quickly went back to face chop top,

and looking back at the vietnam vet!

the moment he had layed eyes on him,

chris hitched his breath,

taking another step back this time while holding his breatg for a second...

he was not so feisty now

"n-noo...."

his voice betrayed him,

shaky and whisperd as it was this time he barely made it to get any words out!

steady now...

he had to be carefull....

cause his words carried a lie in them when it truly came down to it!

he couldnt say thst he never thought about escaping,

after he was allowed to move around in the house,

and able to make his way so far that he could actually walk around here,

even in chains.

he was trusted in the kitchen,

had acces to knifes by now....

it would have been easy to stab drayton when they would prepare dinner in tge evening,

and started cooking together.

but what then?

if he wouldnt carry tge key to his chains with him,

he would still be stuck there,

chained up and unable to move away...

snd as soon as the younger brothers would find them in the kitchen this way,

with drayton stabbed an on tge groubd,

chris all bloody with a knife in his hands...

he would never make it out of there!

and he didnt even wanted to think about the things the twins and bubba would do to him,

if he was to hurt drayton in any way or form...

so this idea truly lead him nowhere!

stilll...

he thought about it...!

eyes wide,

and a stern kinda shocked look on his face he could only swallow

"i would never leave you,

chop top...

never!"

sometimes,

but just sometimes ge actzally felt like the vietnam vet had took another liking to him as well!

not like he would have ever done anything,

or actually made a movie towards chris...

they would flirt playfully,

but this was an equaly joking aroubd and just messing with the other.

but still,

sometimes he could not shake the feeling that chop top might had an eye on him....

but the twins are botg really possesive over pretty things.

and with theire usual possesive behaviour it was hard to draw a line somewhere that would mark the point that they would actually have feeling for somebody,

or something!

they just likey pretty things!

just liie bubba,

who would make masks out of the peoples faces he liked the most,

and take theire skinned face to make a new mask for him!

he knew for a fact that he should have endet up as a new mask for the giant of a man!

but by now he hoped that bubba liked his face more on chris than anything else!

but whatever he was for the younger brothers by this time,

he was willing to play that.

whatevee they decided he would be,

he could do that

"i am...

your pretty little toy,

right....!?

right bubba?"

his voice was still shaking,

but when he looked past chop top to make eye contact with bubba he slowly gained back his convidence.

he had to stand his point in this,

otherwise they woulf take his words as a lie,

and as a betrayal against theire family

"you know it bubba,

am i right?

you know i would never leave you?!

but it seems like your brother doesnt trust me anymore"

with that his eyes found back to chop top,

forcing himself to make direct eye contact with the blue eyed maniac

"are you crazy?

have you lost your midn by now!?

how could you even accuse me of such things!"

he ws putting on an act by now,

he was playing it like he was angry about his accusations

he had to play,

otherwise he would loose hos confidence in this....!

Pre-plotted Starter for @r-cat5 [I'm so excited for thiss!!🌻]

Clyde had thrown himself around in a panic, a flurry. They hadn't known what to do. Stepping into the old farmhouse a few days or so ago, he hadn't expected to step into a whirlwind of horrors. In fact, it had seemingly taken them a long, long amount of time to fully realize, and to put it all together. The horror, the bones. Their stomach had twisted in knots, and they had tried to run. That had been the worst decision of their life, all in all. Running, had made Bubba--, the others, realize whst was up. No longer was he a guest, but someone they needed to kill before their damn, little legs would run them all the way back to town. They had seen things, they had stories to tell. It had sent the family into a whopping mix of fighting, and arguing. Bickering, on what to do, how to handle it all.

Chop top, the brothers at first considering the newfound hitchhiker more like a friend, though they couldn't fully show nor admit it in front of Drayton. It made killing them a bit harder than it needed to be, much like how they had ended up with-- Chris. Not that neither of them were one to complain, they didn't have many to talk to around their parts. Everything was very much so abandoned, and long deserted by a few years around where they lived, besides their brother's gas station. They didn't have 'friends', yet here they were. From conversations that lasted hours, sometimes they were a bit guiltyof getting attached to the victims. Nonetheless, killing them only if really needed. When it came to their safety, and the others catching glimpses of things they weren't supposed to see-- They didn't haven't much hesitation, they couldn't.

Chris had been A 'friend' of the Sawyer family for a few, long hefty weeks now. Once a victim, now a force to be reckoned with at the old home. Chop top's 'faaaaaveee', as he would come to joke. Because of the blonde and his relations to his family, the factor of his uncle-- killing him had fallen out of the picture quite quickly. More than their oldest brother would've liked it to, and in a sense it had been karma at it's finest on the Sawyers' end. Many excuses, many moments of going back and forth later had ended him a semi permanent spot on the family's old, rustic farm home with little to no choice, or thought to it. It wasn't something they minded, like the obvious, they truly did enjoy the company and the sense of having a friend around.

Someone, anyone was more than having nothing, and definitely more tovtjem than the bodies that were left littering around. With Chris being stuck there, also, it hadn't taken long for him to soon become victim to the Sawyers and their ways, and that includes their killing and their butchering. The blonde hadn't been forced into it, but the action itself had been there, right in his face. It was unavoidable, and something that was constantly happening at the home, it seemed. They kept their meat, and most of their dirty work when it came down to it, downstairs within the bloodied walls of the basement. Where Bubba worked.

They picked up their victims from all sorts of places, and in the most wildest of ways, much like to how they came across, and met Chris himself. They scooped up hitchhikers, took visitors upon themselves on over, from Drayton's gas station, when the time felt right. That was how they met Clyde, like many and most, though towards the time when it had came down to butchering them, getting them in the freezer, the brunette had given up too much of a fight. They had bit Chop Top's hand, and had gone scrambling, running around the house. It was always easy to tell when they were killing someone, the screams always filling the halls of the home, this time being no different except for the exception of the Vietnam Sawyers slippery grasp.

They couldn't keep up with Clyde, and it was almost useless and stupid for Bubba to get his chainsaw out. Nonetheless, the sound of it being revved could be heard, and the harsh sound of pittering pattering feet had came dashing across the hard, dirty floor. Chris had been glued, and stuck in the kitchen at the time, and even if he'd had enough time to act-- There hadn't been much time to think, to do much of anything right then. Trusted with the help, and aid of being by Drayton's side, helping him cut up vegetables-- meat, he was allowed simple moments of free roam, compared to most. Trust, that most didn't have with the Sawyers. It was a big accomplishment, all in all.

It had been almost dinnertime, and when the yelling had started abruptly, it was most likely the other had attempted at escape, or had caused a hassle for the brothers; being kept in the upstairs room for god knows how long was more than enough to turn them buck wild. They were like a crazed animal, and when they had escaped and squeezed past the siblings, he had came running downstairs, around the home much like a mouse would be, getting chased around the house. Panting, breathing-- harsh, the brunette's eyes were w I d e and glazed over with fear, terror. Doors, locked, Windows shut-- There was no way out and a long time ago, the Sawyers had proven it all as such, the home almost being set up to be like some trap, for the victims and no one else of course. Once they stepped in, much like a spider and their tangled web, they were stuck in there. There, forever.

Clyde had been fluttering around, their hands trying to tug on doorknobs, scrape at ledges. He felt a bit hopeless, and every moment made him feel more, and more like a lost cause--, their next meal, and nothing more. They had to keep moving around, running-- and they were getting to the point where they..couldn't run fully, entirely anymore. Their legs were tired, their hands were tired. The hitchhiker was t i r e d, and they didn't know what to do. Giving up, meaning nothing else but death. It truly felt like being trapped, kept in a slaughterhouse much like some pig, some animal for slaughter. When he had came scurrying around, Clyde had came stumbling into the kitchen soon enough, the thought of the back door, soon popping in their mind. They could hide in the cabinets, or maybe break out that way, with enough time given to them. "A-ah--"

Shuttering, huffing shakily, coming around the corner-- It hadn't taken long for them to collide, and smash right into Chris soon enough. Running into him, and sending much of the items for tonight's dinner in the air, and on the ground. More panic, filled their gaze. Another person, another--human. Just how many other siblings lived in the home? "O-oh-- I'm s--" They didn't know what to say, what to do, bracing themselves for the worst and cowering somewhat like a injured animal, before trying to attempt to duck underneath Chris, and to rush around, and aside from them. Chris-- At first, he hadn't recognized them. It was hard to, while he found himself running for his life. They had taken him as another one of the Sawyers, one of the brothers and hadn't been able to give him much more than a second glance, they didn't have the time.

Clyde was hopeless, and a chicken with their head cut off. Never, had a victim of the Sawyers ever escaped really before, and n e v e r had one really talked to Chris, let alone asked for h e l p. "Please-- you have to help me--" The brunette croaked out, whimpering almost under their breath. One of their hands, covered in old blood from scurrying around, had grabbed their wrist shakily. "Please, you have to hide me, something-- They're going to e a t me!--"

#i love it so much 😭#i missed this so much 😍❤️#i love our rp so much i hope we can continue our other one as well :"3

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thewitchsstuffrpblog · 3 years ago

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[[ MY OC LIST ]]

Planet of the Apes:

Elijah

Texas Chainsaw Massacre:

Chris

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

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more to come...

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thewitchsstuffrpblog · 3 years ago

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Reblog this if you're a TMNT rp blog. That or you're interested in roleplaying with TMNT muses.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles rp #tmnt rp #rp meme #roleplay meme #pls someone rp with me

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thewitchsstuffrpblog · 3 years ago

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[ Tolkien Rp ]

Would anyone on here be intrested in a "the hobbit" or "lord of the rings" rp?

i would be looking for a thranduil and or legolas, because my oc was based on a previous rp in wich he was with thranduil!

i even did this fanart for ma character once ❤️

the story originally was something like, my oc being abandoned as a new born and left to die in the woods near rivendell. with the elves taking him in, he grew up in rivendell! a humam under elves, and being his whole live with the elves his own kind are more strange to him since he knew nothing else than the live he had with elrond and the other elves! but he ist a feisty little thing, and just got fire in him! and after a lucky accident, or whatever it may be that takes him to mirkwood one day, he starts to melt the ice cold heart of an elve king...even tho this king probably thinks about strangeling this wild redhead more than once with his uncontrollable temper!

we could of course change things here and there, or talj about a whole new story idea. but this was originally the backstory of my boy here!

i swear i am a kind person, pls come plot with me 😭✨ i love writing and just like to write long texts with great love for details and emotions! i could of course also write for side charcters, for the sake of the plot and making it feel more lively in the story!

#tolkien rp #tolkien #tolkien roleplay #lord of the rings #lord of the rings rp #lord of tge rings roleplay #the hobbit #the hobbit rp #the hobbit roleplay #pls come plot with me #new rp #new roleplay #oc rp #oc tag #thranduil #thranduil x oc

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thewitchsstuffrpblog · 3 years ago

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TRIGGER WARNING:

murder, manslaughter, mention of torture, kidnapping, mention of bad mentall health state, power abuse, gore, blood, cannibalism

it had been a rather quiet afternoon in the sawyer house,

like it was most of the time...

quiet!

out here it was more quiet than anywhwre probably,

with the sawyer house being almost forgotten by everyone and everything around here.

well you gotta walk for miles to be honest to find anything that would count as 'around here',

with the house being also pretty much hidden away from everything,

and so hard to find in the wild and dry land all the way out here.

and with the little town nearby slowly dying as well,

and being as good as dead by now,

there was just not all to much to be excited about in the literal outback you musst find yourself in to come across the run down,

and old house!

to be honest,

the mornings and eaely afternoons were probably somewhat mlre quiet with the young blonde one just being stuck with bubba and the twins,

and no drayton yelling in the house wich could be heard in every corner of the house and every damn room of it.

but the brother also were more wild with the oldest of them gone,

away for work from the early morning hours as late as the late evening sometimes.

the oldest of the blonde ones captors,

drayton,

wich with that said also considered him the head of the family and taking on the unquestioned lead in it,

had a rather strictly grip when it came to his younger brothers,

but with that and his unchallenged position in the family he was also able to calm the wild brother down,

making an end to theire crazy shenanigans that happens around the day.

but he did so mostly with yelling,

raising his voice and chasing them with an old broom trying to hit the discipline that he was conviced were missing in his brothers into them if they really dared to get on his nerves...

so well,

it was as quiet as it could possibly be,

even tho there are actually periods of times in wich you could probably hear the grasshopers jump around all around at the outside of the property,

and them hopping in the dried out gras and bushes all around the house.

with everything actually being this quiet it would get painfully obvious how lost the situation out here had to be for one,

if one was as unlucky to find themselfs out here...

just like chris!

but those days were usually only if there were no victims hold captive in the sawyer residence,

if there are still some of them left.

non of those who stumble into this cursed house,

have ever walked out alive ever again.

and non of those who had actually fallen into the trap,

and stapped into this house of horrors,

werent alive for much longer.

a few days maybe,

thats the limit for most of them!

no one is keept alive for longer than a few days,

one after the other is being slaughtered by the star killer of this cannibalistic family,

leatherface!

or bubba...

bubba sawyer was the youngest of all of them,

well with him also being in his early thirthies it seems more like chris was now the youngest in the house!

but nontheless he was the one doing most of the butchering,

slaughtering one after another of the unlucky souls that find themselfs in his strong grip!

with the youngest sawyer brother being a literall giant,

standing easily over 6 foot 5 he truly was like a death trap.

once he got hold of someone,

they are soon to be death!

and there was usually no way out of his strong grip!

but chris had found out rather quick that he was also one of the gentlest souls around here...

he was the one to tend to his wounds,

and care for his injurys after chris hinself took up quiet a fight over the first few days he was stuck around here.

he didnt eat for days,

even tho the gentle giant brought him food every single evening,

carrying it all the way to the room he was held captive for the first few weeks.

eventually and despite everything that was happening in this fucked up little family,

chris couldnt deny any longer that he was a usually very friendly being,

and a caring company to have with him checking up on the feral blonde all the time.

but him being keept all along,

and still being very much alive and still here was the absolute exception!

if it wansnt for him being the nephew of the mayor from the little town near by,

he would have been dead a long time ago,

and being killed on the spot as well!

well maybe not,

with both of the twin brothers have taken a special intrest in him pretty quick,

maybe he could have been hoped to be keept as a pet or something.

he got along with them pretty well,

before he put the pices together of what was going on in this family,

and after he had figured out that these peope were eating other people....

but it was this way now.

it has almost been sad on both sides probably with them all being rather dissapointed in the situation!

chris had thought that he actually found some cool people to hang out with over the summer,

with him being stuck with his uncle over the course of the summer time here...

and with the sawyer brothers also having hope on finding a new friend,

and having some nice company out here...

well,

over time now,

and chris couldnt exactly tell how much time had passed since he was here,

things have actually improved.

with the young man being first held captive in one of the rooms,

locked away for days himself,

before he was transfered to the cellar after them not wanting to risk him possibly escaping.

and after a few weeks,

and a lot of fighting an screaming and anger from his side,

he had finally calmed down and had come to terms with the things here.

it wasnt like he had much of a choice,

or any saying in that....

and if he wanted to live,

this was the only way he was actually going to live on!

it had took his time,

but...

slowly,

and carefully very carefully after he had collected himself more or less again,

and stopped acting like a mad man every time one of the sawyers came close to him,

he was actually allowed to move around the house.

always heavily watched by mostly drayton at that time,

and still most of the time.

but by now,

after all these weeks...

maybe even months?!

he couldnt tell,

but he was actually allowed to have some 'alone time'.

well he was allowed around the house now,

chained of course!

always having chains around his ankle,

or his wrist.

they had started to switch this up,

since his ankles soon got bloddy with the chains always rubbing against his already sensitive skin!

his guess was that they actually had a dog once,

or something like this...

with the old chain being all rusty,

it originally had a collar on the other end,

but it was replaced with a lock to chain the blonde one up.

anf by now the brothers could also move him around the house,

placing his chain from one room into another,

with it just being as long to barely let him move across the full room.

somethimes he could reach the hallway,

but this was depending on where he was chained.

and after being allwoed more time around the house,

he of course had also started to get more company of the brothers,

wich soon lead to him finding theire company not so bad after all...

he couldnt go anywhere,

so he had to come to term with them being around him,

and it would only improve his situation if he wasnt tortured by the thought of them giving him company.

so he actually started to enjoy the little chats he had with the twins,

or when he got to spend time with bubba...

draytons suprisingly had always been a little bit more soft on him.

although,

he hated or loved theire guest sometimes.

there was no in between,

but overall he eldery man that had already come around many many years probably enjoyed someone in the house that wasnt conpletly mad.

having a liking for the younger one hinself,

he had made it his life duty to teach chris how to cook,

wich lead to him being in the kitche around the late afternoon and early evening times.

being good for nothing than maybe chooping up some vegetable by now,

with him still not lesrni g as good as the oldest brother probably had thought,

he could at least help with that...

and even now his fingers were covered in bandaids from cutting himself over and over again by accident!

but having all that in mind,

it was still an exception...

he was probably the only exception!

with everyone else being gone rather quick,

the twins actually took a liking to torture theire 'guests',

while they werr waiting for them to be slaughtered.

so more than often the house was filled with scream,

horrible horrible screams...

but that has almost become chris new normal after all this time here,

so after the house was soon filled with screams on this very evening again,

the didnt thought too much about it actually!

it was just a usuall evening around here,

but they did had a lot of work around here over the last week!

with a rather big group being straned on draytons gas station,

and them being run out on gas,

drayton probably had offered them a place to stay until the next morning so they didnt have to wait for the gas tangs to be filled up in theire car over night.

he lied of course about the tanks being filled up again,

and took the group of young adults with him to the house,

giving the the illusion of comfort and help,

with him wanting to give them a place go sleep and eat...

well,

the first few died rather quick.

but they only slaughtere every few days,

since it took his time and was a lot of work.

after being all packed in the freezer,

and keeping everything on meet there that wasnt eaten right away,

some had actually had to wait longer for theire deaths than other.

but he didnt expected theire final guest today to slip through theire finger so easily,

and actually trying to get away once they had escaped theire grip and were on the run now!

but even with the sudden hustle,

the young one didnt thought any of it.

sometimes the victims just put up one last big fight.

so the sudden movements and screamin didnt startle him all to much.

even if someone was comming down the hallway,

and actually was running down the floor comming directly in his direction...

a knife trough theire throat would stop anyone from comming far.

yes he had killed!

not that he had wanted too,

or activly asked to do so

but...

yes,

he did!

it just happend!

the first time was more of an accident,

it wasnt meant to happen like that...

not many actually escaped the sawyer,

but a few weeks ago someone did.

and they had found the blonde one in the kitchen just like now!

and they had attacked him!

they were crazy,

wild and feral they had lost their mind in theire pitifull try to fight for theire life!

it was a men,

a good head taller than chris and rather buff!

with that said,

the young one wouldnt have stand a chance againsg the men in a fair fight,

and there would have been no hope for him to actually get out there alive if his attacker was about to kill him first.

he probably had thought chris was another one of the brothers,

or one of the family,

and had attacked him on the spot...

wresteling him to the ground,

and throwing everything in the kitchen over,

chris had gotten hold of one of the knifes that went to the ground with him,

just like a bowl and a few carrots,

ans other kitchen things.

the stapped the man in the chest.

and with them loosing theire force on chris,

he was actually able to overthrow them.

and he stapped so long into the other ones chest,

sitting on the man at one point,

untill the vietnam vet had to pull him off of him,

and get chris away from the man.

being all bloody,

and covered in blood he had earned quiet some praised mostly from the mad twins that always seems a little bit to crazy,

but well...

being complimented on how he killed someone was peobably crazy enough in its own!

when you actually fear for your life,

and your body is in panic and scared there was probably nothing you wouldnt do to save yourself.

and chris did save hinself that day,

even before bubba could catch up on them with his chainsaw.

after that it was more a 'if he was not getting out here, no one was getting out here' thing,

and after another victim was making theire way to the front door,

and was passing the kitchen in wich chris was,

a knife went clean and quick through theire throat cutting up theire whole neck!

it was quick and simple...

after the noised were getting louder,

and a little nervous tone came over the blonde one by now,

he was getting unsettled,

and with the overcomming nervous toch that came over him he decided to check.

he barely made his way to the open kitchen door,

the chain around his ankle just long enough for him to take one little step into the hallway if he wanted to,

now still on the ground and moving with littoe noised,

he didnt quite expected to be bumped into like that!

he wanted to look if the twins were running down the hallway,

or maybe drayton in a hurry to check on the stew.

sometimes he would run down the hallway in the house like he was still in his twentys,

cursing and screaming slurrs all because he forgett to check on the stew,

and with him not knowing if some of the other idiots in the house checked on it.

and chris thought every time,

that he will have a stroke one day with his temper,

and being so hot headed.

well he was one to talk...

he sure had a temper himself!

but now...?!

now one of the other victims had run into him...!

he hadnt seen any of the guys that came in that big group to the sawyer house!

well having a young man chained up in the kitchen or the living room was probably not the most welcome picture one could paint for incomming guests,

so chris was hiddem aways at the time the group was brought into the home!

he was with the vietnam vet in his room,

having his twin nubbins and bubba with him,

they had all been listening to music at the time.

if he was to witness the group that came into the house,

he had probably noticed the off putting feeling that one man,

the very one that had just bumped into him wouod gave him.

something was off,

the second he saw him he knew it...

something was off!

and he couldnt tell yet what it was,

or why he was felling like that.

he couldnt fully wrap his head around it as he stumbled back at the force,

and stumbeling into the table behind him,

catching himself from falling by sending a few items from the table on the floor,

but with him standing.

having his eyes fixed on the young man in fron of him,

he couldnt really look away...

but he also couldnt just keep starring with this look of disbelief in his eyes,

and a questioning look in his face.

he had to say something,

there was no time to really think about what was hoing on here right now,

why he was feeling this way and why he had this odd feeling with the one in front of him.

the only thing that mattered now was that he was trying to get away,

and was about to escape,

so he had to do something,

say something...

just say something...

the expression on his face quickly changed to worry,

and a making himself looker scared as well to play along,

and make the other belive he was also just a victim!

playing dumb and scared,

like he was one of those who were also held captive by the cannibal family...

well,

he was!

but not like that,

it...

it was different

"n-no i mean...

i mean yes,

sure!

yeah i am going to help you,

i have also been kidnapped by them!

but you need to keep quiet,

stop...

just stop screaming,

alright?"

trying to calm them,

and make them fall for his fake comfort and false promises,

he took a steep back with the other one grabing his wrist,

and holding onto his hand.

pressing himself a little more against the table,

he slowly let his other hand dissapear behind him to grab one of ghe huge kitchen knifes that were still on the table from him chopping up some carrots,

and potatoes.

having gotten a hold of one of the knifes,

he tried to give the other one a littpe smile,

shakiy but somehwat there

"we will make it out here,

we just gotta be quick,

and...

you gotta help me too!

i am chained,

see?

they chained me up"

with the chain chukeling on the ground,

he actually hope to draw his attention to the chain,

and with the other man looking down and letting his guard down there for just a second,

being distracted by chris telling of hin being chained up,

he wanted to slit theire throat!

he was just about to raise the knife,

when it hit him in the face like a brick...

now it dawned to him...

why he had this feeling about this man,

and why he couldnt really tell what feeling this actually was,

but now...

it was obvious,

once he actually realised it...

he could feel his face drop at the sudden realization,

the color being drained from his face....

he knew this one!

he knew the man in front of him.

from somewhere,

somewhat he knew him....

"i...

i know you...

cyle...?

no wait,

uh...

clyde?

you are clyde right?

clyde davis?"

they probably had both completly froze at this,

unable to move with the unexpected situation of chris speaking his full name.

well he was glad to remeber his name,

if not he would probably not belive it himself.

but it has to be,

even with them not seeing each other for years...

bot now he started to remeber,

the last time chris had seen them they were both around maybe 10,

or even 12...

somewhere aroubd that he had spent the last time a summer with his family in texas!

his mother was even with him the last time they had visited his uncle here,

and stayed with the family around here for a few months!

and he always had a friend when he had come to visit his uncle here in texas,

and this friend happend to be clyde!

they spend almost every summer together when they were little,

and a bit younger.

how could chris had forgotten alnost all about it,

only now remembering this time...?!

well,

the times he had to spend with his uncle never were a pleasant experiennce,

even if his mother was with him by the time,

and still came along!

the only nice thing about these summers use to be the fact that he could spent some time with his friend here....

but they had also stopped to visit his uncle every summer after that,

so they didnt get to speng the summer together anymore.

they both wrote letters to each other for some time,

and still keept talking to one another this way but somehow..

this also had stopped,

and with them being completly gone and vanishing fron each others life,

he had probably just forgotten about this...

until now!

and he was so sure about this,

there was no doubt!

he remembered him nowy

clear as day,

it just had to be him

"oh my...!

do you...

do you remember me?

i am chris!"

still having a tight grip around the knife,

bit having completly forgott about it while holding it behind his back,

he could only look a the brunette in front of him,

not being able to take his eyes off of him.

but this was soon to be over,

with them getting disturbee by ghe noise of footsteps and maniac laughter commung down the hallway,

running in theire direction and comming closer very fast.

not to mention the chainsae that was roaring,

and could be heard wielding down in the house.

no...

no no,

they were going to kill clyde on the spot!

if they would find him here,

he was as good as death!

turning to the one that just bursted through the doorway,

and came running into the kitchen chris was quick to turn the knife against them.

sticking the huge knife in chop tops face as soon as he came around the corner and made its way to the kitchen,

chris voice cut through the air and made everyzhing go quiet for a moment while doing so

"YOU DONT TOUCH HIM"

he screamed,

and his voicr came echoing from the walls and through the rooms,

being heard probably in the whole house this time.

standing in front of clyde now,

and having him behind him he didnt had any intention of taking the knife away!

not until somebody could garantee him that his old childhood friend was not to be harmed,

and that they wouldnt hurt him...

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TRIGGER WARNING:

cut up body parts, blood, gore, rooting flesh, speaking of religion,

but this is a horro rp with slashers so it shouldnt suprise anymore!

the sudden yelling had made chris flinch a bit,

but just not enough for him to snap out of his catatonic state.

being unable to move out of fear,

ot of the pure horror he was witnessing his body just didnt listen to him.

he just couldnt move,

bis whole body was frozen in place no matter how hard he fighted to make a step,

or move a muscle....

all he could do was stare with the blank horror written across his face and this look of panic an absolute terror in his eyes.

having his eyes still fixed on the dining room,

and not able to look away from it,

he keept staring into this horrific room,

with all these horrifying and awefull things...

thing that no human should be capable of doing,

yet there was proof some seems to be capable of doing exactly that.

doing what everyone else wouod fear,

and making the worst nighmares come true with theire actions and all the things they are doing!

this was a nightmare...

it just had to be,

he just could not be awake right now.

he dooze of in the car,

because of the heat and being exhausted feom the hot day here,

and...

he had to be aslepp!

no human being can possibly do things like this to another human beings,

its not possible!

why would someone do this to a person...

cutting off arms and legs,

cutting off theire whole faces or ripp out someones spine to decorate a table and a few chairs with it...

the yelling of the oldest sawyer brother was just numb in his ears,

like he was far far away and not just a few steeps ahead of chris.

yelling something about cleaning up,

like that was the things that worried him?!

to clean up?!

that was really it,

not the bones and human skins all over the place....?

he couldnt even fully wrap his head around this by now,

the mere thought just slipped right passed him with chris not being able to fully convince himself that this was his only problem....

he had to get out of here.

somehow,

doesnt matter how,

but he need to get out of here.

run you idiot,

just run,

run!

he heard his oen voice in his heady

screaming and yelling at him to get the hell out of this place.

he needed to move,

he just had to move to get going.

but before he could do anything a strong grip around his shoulder yanked him right back,

causing him to crash against the one that just pulled him with a whole lot of force.

he finally jumped at this,

and with him jerking up at the sudden scare he was actually able to look uo to ghe vietnam vet behind him,

looking over his shoulder up to him.

wide open eyes looking for something,

somewhat that would convince him he wae actually just seeing things,

and it wasnt really there,

but...

the maniac laughter and his giggles,

mixed with this crazy look on his face spoke otherwise!

he could feel his stomach turn at his sick expression,

and actually fear at this point that he had to throw up...

he felt sick,

and it only got worse witg the man behind him shoving him towards the dining room all of the sudden!

a new panic came over him,

quickly having his whole body in a tight grip.

perhaps with an even more tight grip than the vietnam vet had on him.

what a strenght,

he could easily bright his fowards,

while holding him strongly in place.

there wasnt a chance for him to escape his strong hands,

even the second ge actuslly tried to...

he was quickly yanked back in place from chop top,

who easyly already stood a good head taller than him.

being forced into the dining room by him,

the smell of rotting flesh literally hit him in the face.

with him bei g dragged further and further in the room,

and forced to get near to these absured things the smell got more and more intense!

it was sickening...

"no!

no please...

no,

no no!"

he tried to bring his body weight against chop top,

with his feet hard on the grund trying to get a grip on the floor to actually stand a chance againsf him,

but no...

he was showed towards once against,

crashing practically into the table by the mere force of him.

with chris needing to catch himself with his hands on the table to not being bend over by the force that showed him into the dining table.

after catching his breath for a second,

and trying to get some air into his lungs after holding his breath out of panic and fear,

with him not even realising that he stoped breathing,

he slwoly started to look up again...

his body was shaking at this point,

being a trembeling mess that had to hold hilself uo with his own arms against the dining table,

all while his view found the human face lamp over him on the ceiling,

hanging right above him at this point.

he knees started to soften at the sight of this....

he almost couldnt keep himself up anymore,

with his legs starting to feel like pudding!

with the light of the lamp shining through the dried out skin,

you could still see everything...

lashes on the sewd shut eyes,

the lips,

even some veins,

now dark of course and almost black from being so dried out....

of it was even possibly he only started to shaking more by looking at this,

or maybe it was just thr shiver that had run down his back,

causing him to tremble more by now...

he wasnt a religous person,

not at all.

with his mother being a good christian of course,

and praying a lot,

he somehow just didnt feel it!

even with it being the 70's,

he just didnt liked the vibe...

well everyone always told him he was goint to burn in hell for him being gay,

and that his liking of men would cause him to burn for all eternity.

so no,

he wasnt exactly fond of a good that would do this to people,

and therefore he didnt really belive in any god...

but at this moment,

in this very moment he silently prayed to whatever god would hear him,

and catch up on his prayers.

he needed to get out of here right now,

right now!

get out,

get out just get out...

panic taking completly over his body,

and filling every inch of his being up with pure fear!

if he didnt acted now he was probably going go end like this as well,

or maybe even worse!

he didnt even wanted to know what they woulf be capable of doing to him,

and he sure as hell didnt wanted to stay to find out....

run you damn idiot,

you need to run!

RUN....

his fight or flight reflex was kicking,

and something just snapped in him.

something just finally made him wiggle himself out of chop tops strong grip,

and escape the hold he had of the young man.

making the blonde one run in terror the second he got lose,

and making it past him in no time.

running across the room to get out of it and making it back into the hallway.

with him taking a sharp turn as soon as he came into tge hallway to avoid the other brothers,

he was going for the front door,

and just made a run for it.

he sure was the last one to enter the home,

and witz that the door wasnt locked shut,

and he knew this for a fact because he was the fucking last one to step into this god damn house...

and the second the thought that,

ne got a hold of the doorknob,

turning it right aways and fling open the door whitout even really stopping in his tracks.

he just had one thought in mind,

and all he could think about was that he needed to go away...

no matter how he was going to do this,

no matter what it would take,

he just had to make it...

the poor man almost stumbled down the stairs leading up to theire front porch,

with him actually slipping once on the last few stairs.

but that just didnt stop him,

and he couldnt care less with him making a run for it!

always this one thought in mind...

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Anyone who was from Texas in all honesty, would be able to spot let alone see Chris from half a mile away. Not that he stuck out terribly and tourists weren't common, but everyone had lived there for god knows how long, and nobody ever budged. In a sense, people spent their fifty years worth or so of their lives in the same town, without much of a care. Although it seemed those who knew the mayor, and his nephew, could tell otheriwse. Sure, his uncle fit in like most but it had seemed the moment the younger male had came rolling in for the summer time, people had sort of stuck their noses up at him like he was some strange creature; from another world. Most had that look on their face, that stare.

Drayton included it had seemed like, though the older individual had eased up a little, quicker- unlike most who poor Chris had been forced to grace with his presence for the day. The fight, still the star of the show and the main source of attention in the hardware store right then, and making things all the more difficult for the blonde. Like hell was anyone else bound to offer a ride after what'd happened, and if Chris had started walking even he still would've offered then. It had been set from the beginning, but the other simply had no idea what he was getting himself into fully with a measly little car ride. Perhaps part of it, had been the blessed factor and the benefit of raising his younger, rowdy siblings most his life- a definitive outstretch over time on his patience. He still had it, though it was certainly thin when dealing with the other sawyers back at the house, and the moment he'd get home. The twins, getting on his nerves most of the time.

He was sure they were bound to be excited to find out he'd picked someone up for the evening; a dinner guest. Of course, they had had plenty before, though none truly got to have dinner let alone ever leave the house, ever again. Well, s o m e got to eat dinner sometimes. He was a prideful man when it came to food!- and like hell was he one to let his meals go to waste over blood spilled, and night long hollering. A hand resting on the side of his hip lightly and apron still on, and over his shoulders, he had almost expected him to be caught off guard but in the end had sort of insisted. At least, it seemed that way. Drayton sawyer was a very hard man to read fully, and truly. His appearance, did most of the talking for him.

"Quit apologizin' it's really no big deal, kid- you look like you'd seen a ghost, or something had jumped up an' bit ya anyway! Hope you aren't up to any stealin' in here." He joked; who would be stealing from a hardware store? "It really is no trouble, you look like you could use it really. Where ya coming from, hm?-" It was obvious, his ride had left him there. He knew darn well whatever the young male's problem was also, it was far from pocketing a couple of nails or wood-glue to go. The fight was still obvious, across his features. "The names Drayton, Drayton Sawyer, An'you are?--" A hand soon extended, he offered it for a shake.

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