otis driftwood / plus-sized reader
“Rise and shine, we’re going in.”
The knocking at your window was loud. The car had been rumbling in front of a gas pump for a good ten minutes, which you thought defeated the purpose of getting gas. The boys were stupid, though, and didn’t care about that. Their attention was focused on Captain Spaulding’s Fried Chicken and Gasoline, the gas station store all lit up for Halloween. There was a clown holding its white-painted hand up in a greeting outside of the doors, and a skeleton entrance with glowing red eye sockets.
For a moment you sat in the warm car, contemplating pushing open the door and going to grab a snack. The road trip had lasted almost an entire day, going from Kentucky to Texas, with multiple stops in-between. The stretch of road you all had been on was the longest yet, having no gas stations, rest stops, or houses for more miles than you could count. And when things were getting dire, Captain Spaulding’s showed up. It was a little bit odd, really, for such a decorated place to be in the middle of nowhere, but it was a blessing all the same.
There was no rush to go inside. The air on your skin was nice, though the more you stared at the clown that was waving in your direction, the more your break from the car went sour. It was creepy.
You heard one of the boys call your name and so in you went, the smell of greasy food very prominent. It also smelled like dust, and some flew by and tickled your nose. The oldest in the group was talking to a fat man in clown makeup and a white shirt stained red and blue, as well as a singular brown stain that you presumed to be beer. There was an undertone of alcohol and farts in the room. Very welcoming.
After you had moved around the room a bit, studying the collection of old items the clown had, he took notice of you. His entire face lit up like he had never seen another woman in his life. It was strange, too, because you did carry a little more weight than the women that men usually went for. Though...as you observed the beer belly on him, you realized that his attraction to you may not be so odd after all. He eyed you like fresh meat.
“Why, if you ain’t the most darlin’ thing I ever seen!” the voice that came from him was scratchy, loud, and very, very southern. He approached swiftly, abandoning the friend of yours that he was talking to and flashing a big yellow smile your way. It was..the opposite of charming.
What was one supposed to say in that situation? The fat clown stared you down, expecting a response, but your mouth was unusually dry. Was “thank you” appropriate? How about, “I’m sure that’s not true”? Or maybe, “Please leave me alone and go breathe in someone else’s face.” The more you thought of an appropriate response, the more the world drowned itself out. Voices became muffled and time flew by all too fast.
“Hello? Earth to the pretty lady on isle 2?” the clown was talking again. How long had you been in your own world?? He was naturally loud and obnoxious, so being pulled back to earth by him was no surprise.
“I’m sorry,” the apology was quiet, and you could see his predator eyes on you already.
“So, lovely lady, you got a name?”
Did you? Was it a good idea to tell it to this stranger? The energy rolling off of him was purely predatory. He was up to something.
“Franny,” you said slowly. His eyes gleamed in the dim yellow light. The clown would believe anything, it seemed.
“Well, Franny, is there a reason you and your friends happened to stumble along this ole’ place?”
One of the younger boys piped in, standing beside you and smiling widely. “We were on our way to a big horror attraction down here. Something about a-“
“-Doctor Satan?” the clown finished for him, an eager grin resting on his face. It seemed to delight your friend to an immeasurable extent.
“Well you’ve busted the luck nut, folks, because I’ve got him right over here,” when everyone turned to see what he was talking about, he pulled back a curtain to reveal a room oozing smoke and purple light. The boys were excited and for a moment you were, too. But then you remembered what the situation was, and silently urged them not to go on the ride.
They didn’t get your message.
After the ride, the boys were pumped. You thought it was mildly interesting, the story of Doctor Satan, but it became less interesting when the clown handed your friends a map and told them it lead to where they wanted to go, which was to the attraction they’d been trying to get to. The real Dr. Satan’s Bloodbath. Everyone that went on the road trip was a huge horror fan, having seen all of the classics, the modern films, and everything in-between.
There were two girls in the car and two boys. One was your (platonic) girlfriend’s boyfriend. The other was a boy who had joined the friend group relatively recently. He was older than all of you, and you were somewhere in the middle when it came to age. In weight, however, you were the heaviest, weighing in at around two hundred and thirty-five pounds. For your height, it was..embarrassing, but you weren’t too self conscious of it. Your friends seemed to accept you, and that was enough.
Rain tapped hard on the windows, little flashes of lightening happening outside of the car. It was not a long way to the attraction you were all trying to get to, in fact you could probably arrive in under twenty minutes.
It was mostly silent in the car. There was a sleeping girl beside you and her boyfriend was staring out of his window, looking zoned out. The silence didn’t last long, as someone finally spoke up.
So, you looked. There was a girl standing on the side of the road with her thumb up, getting soaked by the rain. She wore a cowboy hat and loose jeans, her bust hardly covered by a soaked red button up tied into a crop. It was...a sight to behold. Her hair was long and blonde, and you thought you heard giggling coming from her when the car stopped.
“We’re picking her up?” you asked quietly, unsure where she would sit. The back seat was mostly taken.
“Of course we are. She’s a girl standing out in the rain! Have you no heart, Y/N?” the boy in the passenger seat exaggerated, rolling down his window when the girl skipped up to it. “Hey there,” he said cheerily, and you watched her giggle in his face, “need a ride?”
“You bet I do!” the blonde laughed and went to the back seat, pulling open the door and glancing down at you. Her stomach was visible, flat and pale with little droplets of rain dripping down the skin onto the waistline of her jeans. Another smile lit up her face. “Like what ‘ya see, Pretty?” the nickname was surprising. A girl like her had never complimented someone who looked like you. It threw you off momentarily.
Without verbally replying, you gave a rapid nod of your head. She seemed to think it was cute and smiled before climbing over you to be in the middle, her face visible in the driver’s side mirror.
“My house’s not far from where we are now. Just keep goin’ on up this road, turn right and we’ll be smack dab in the driveway!”
“Sounds good. But hey, you haven’t told us your name yet..” turning in his seat, your friend in the passenger side kept his every ounce of attention on the blonde girl. She found his statement funny.
“Oh yeah? Well, big guy, you haven’t exactly told me yours either.”
You smiled to yourself. Her bubbly attitude was laced with underlying humor, though it was hard to detect at first.
“I’m Josh,” he said, an excited look on his face, “that’s Wes, she’s Ally, and she’s Y/N.”
“And I’m Baby! Great, now we all know each other!” Baby plopped down into the seat, her thigh touching yours. For some reason, the car became significantly warmer.
Slowly but surely, a big house came into sight. Well, the trash outside was visible before the building, but it showed up soon after. Baby had stayed relatively quiet, though a smile never left her lips, and she still sent a few winks your way whenever she got the chance. It made your chest feel all fluttery and weird. Having such a pretty girl in the car was not a good idea, and you were not even dressed for such an occasion. What if you were embarrassing yourself just by sitting there? You were wearing men’s jeans that were much too big, a black tank-top tucked into it and one of your dad’s huge zip-up hoodies. The outfit had looked nice in the mirror, but you were sure that sitting next to Baby you must look...big.
“Here we are!” she brought you out of your thoughts, pointing to the front door. The porch lights were on.
“Want me to walk you to the door?” Josh asked, glancing back at Baby. She laughed.
After climbing over you once again, Baby was out and Josh was following her like an excited puppy. His metaphorical tail was wagging.
Just like the saying goes: “Men are dogs.”
The wait in the car was not a long one. You spent most of the time scraping your foot against the back of the passenger seat, searching outside of the foggy window for any sign of Baby or Josh. When both of them called out that the door was unlocked, you were forced into the cold and rainy outside.
The front yard was trashed with metal cages, tools, old toys and dolls, chairs, couches, bed frames, and most of the things that you would see at a yard sale. Most were broken and dirty, though some looked freshly thrown out.
The mud squelched under your feet. It was almost deep enough to sink into, but you, Ally, and Wes were moving quickly, trying to get out of the rain and into Baby’s house. Once you all got there, you quickly took note of the dolls hanging outside on the wall. They were painted on, most looking cultic and related to demons, (hopefully) fake blood smeared on their hands, faces, chests, and stomachs. It was one more thing added to the list of strange things that had happened thus far.
“What the hell..” Ally seemed to have noticed the dolls as well. You shook your head and she opened the door, revealing a comfortable-looking living-room where Josh was seated with Baby, laughing about something on the TV.
There was a fire going in the fireplace, the couches soft-looking with blankets and quilts draped over the backs of them. Baby constantly giggled, her eyes landing on Ally, and then Wes, and then you. You both made eye contact and she flashed another smile. Your heart did a flip. Was it really the right time to be developing a crush on that girl? Something was off about it all, so it was most definitely not appropriate.
“I think we’ll be heading out now..” Wes began, and Baby seemed to just ignore him. For a moment, everyone just sat there and awkwardly watched the TV with her. It was almost laughable how she’d answered with..well, no answer at all. Southern manners meant waiting for the owner of the house to allow you to leave, or at the very least acknowledge your departure.
“Well...it was nice meeting you.” Ally finally spoke up, grabbing Josh’s hand and pulling him away from Baby, who rolled her eyes a little before putting on a big smile.
“Yeah! Don’t get lost on your way home!” she jumped up, dusted her pants off, and went into another room.
You and the others all looked at each other, making a “what the Hell just happened” face before leaving the house. Ally was complaining about how close Baby had been to Josh, who defended himself by saying that he didn’t want to be rude to her and that, “She was a girl!” It sounded like a pitiful excuse to cover up his attraction to her, but Ally seemed to believe it. She’d believe anything.
“That was some weird shit, huh?” Wes told you, stuffing his hands into his pockets as you all walked back to the car. Admittedly, you had always been more attracted to him than the rest. He was smart, had a decent sense of humor, and was quiet, which was all good enough.
“Yeah. Did you see the dolls?” The rain was getting worse as every second passed. It rolled down into your glasses, fogging them up. Wes reached over and took them off of your face, causing a momentary panic, but he simply wiped them off and put them back on for you.
“I did. That was some horror movie stuff...” he trailed off, going to the driver’s side of the car and waiting for everyone to get in. Once they did, he started it.
The car was...most definitely going to start.
All it did was roar, tremble, groan, and give out. Wes looked at Josh. Josh looked at Wes. Ally looked confused, and you had half expected it. An eerie, unsettling feeling rested in the pit of your stomach. Something was most definitely wrong.
“Did we not just get gas?”
“You ran the damn battery down, didn’t you?”
“Don’t look at me! You’re in charge of the damn thing!”
As the two boys argued, Ally reached for your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. You squeezed back. The rain hid everything on the outside, masking any noises that may have been heard.
They did not see it coming until it hit.
“It” being the brick that crashed through the window and hit their designated driver.
Screams filled the car, and you could hear the sound of ecstatic laughter coming from outside. It was audible even through the rain. The world was becoming muffled again. You were drifting off into your safe place, the world you had created when things got bad, too bad, and you’d needed an escape. It was shielding you, shutting off every sense, every thought.
It shut out Ally’s screams when a pair of big, gloved hands reached through the window, smashed it, and dragged her out by her hair. It muffled Josh’s strangled pleas as the bat came down through the front window. It silenced your voice when the door opened and your body hit the mud and strong fingers curled into your hair, pulling you along, though you half dragged yourself. Why? It seemed that whoever it was meant to take you to be killed, so why comply? Autopilot told your brain to kick the mud, to help them drag you. The embarrassment of being too big to drag was strong. Reality was not setting in. Everything was happening too fast, much too fast for you to even react properly. Maybe it would set in later. Who knows?
In the next few minutes, the blur became worse. You were half aware of being dragged up a set of stairs, someone shouting something along the lines of, “-on the fucking carpet!” What was on the carpet? The mud? It seemed to be the only reasonable answer, considering the fact that you were trailing mud through the house much like a snail. The grip in your hair was beginning to hurt, but your brain would not let you come back down to Earth. Why?
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