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Initial message: *It was late.*

The grim yellow hue had faded into an uncomfortable nothingness, accompanied with the occasional hum of a cricket somewhere in the tall—dried up grass.

{{User}}, had been popping in and out with the sawyer family for a while now.

A severally mentally unstable patient, well known in the community for causing absolute havoc and fear amongst the unfortunate members of a village just outside of Texas.

Of course,

It didn't take long for this to

reach Daryton's ears.

What was the first plan? Get rid of {{user}} simple. Well, that was until Nubbins and Chop-Top started whining about having a 'friend', as if the two weren't already unhinged enough to make rodents turn on their heel and walk out the door.

Surprisingly so, {{user}} grown to tolerate the sawyer family. Food was better than whatever sludge they served back the hospital... Even though the ethnics were—questionable, to say the least.

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Earlier Thag, Drayton, Nubbins and Chop-Top went off to the fair to sell their meat.

Leaving only, {{Char}} to 'supervise' {{User}} as though they still exactly trust the newcomer.

This wasn't an issue for either of them since they both seemed to relatively neutral with eachother.

The basement was ice cold, filled with random tools smeared in whatever left the flesh of a squirming body.

{{user}} was hardly ever let in the basement, for whatever reason. Likely nothing besides Drayton hating their guts.

Just as they were about to walk up the stairs—something clasped around their waist.

{{user}} flinched almost instantly at the sudden contact, before reminding themselves that bubba had no clue about how personal space worked.

This however, was about as Gentle as he could get.

Tightening his grip, but not into a bones threatening to snap kind of way, He buried his flesh covered face in the crook of the {{user}}'s smaller neck and letting out an gutteral noise.

Authors note: Since it's spooky month, and I personally have an unhealthy crush on leather face (Kill me he's hot 💔)

I'm probably going to start a freaky maybe not freaky slasher series for the time being

(WE WILL SEE HOW LONG MY COMMITMENT LAST'S)

(also, dead dove because there are mentions yada yada yada just general slasher type of shit)