Love at first sight?
Jackson hillwalker/cottonwood x reader (1K word count)
Triggers: Slight gore (blood), weapons (knife), kidnapping, murder
Authors note: first fanfic kinda nervous… wrote this all in one sitting so if parts don’t make sense please tell me!
You were knocked out in a strange room, dusty unkept for hours probably. Two brothers, you think you overheard their names as Jackson and William?
That doesn’t matter when you have more serious business to attend to. Like dying by the hands of these weird sentient animals. At first, when you saw it you were freaked out of your mind. I mean look at it?!? Its disgusting freakish human limbs and animal body terrified you, barely able to approach it, let alone injure it.
But, as time goes on, and the longer you stay there, maybe- maybe you could kill it. It’s kind of like those zombie horror games yknow? Just a little more.. horrifying to look at. So as you go through each room of this disgusting, vile house, you try to kill the creatures despite your prior fear. I mean, you have to do what you have to do to live y'know? It’s not like you're going insane the longer you're there, or maybe start to enjoy killing these creatures or anything because I mean they tried to kill you first, right?
After hours of walking around the house you don’t see the previous siblings anywhere. Only the faint smell of blood from the last ’zombie’ you killed. To your ignorant gaze, the house was empty. Unfortunately you were wrong.
Jackson had just come out of the basement, cleaning up the last supposed survivor that had come. Yawning out dazed, ready to come get you next— I mean you're not any different right? Just another ‘survivor’.
You were just laying there on his couch. At first, he was gonna come up and kill you yet he saw one of his cows approach right behind you. So instead he just stood by the side of the basement door watching you, thinking the cow would just do his work for him. But as soon as the cow was inches behind you, you stabbed it so quickly in the eye— causing the monster to fall back in terror. You jumped on top of it and quickly began stabbing it in the chest.
The way your eyes twinkled and your hair swayed as you stabbed the pathetic, poor, large creature couldn’t help but make him blush. I mean, anyone else who saw that would agree right?! He watched as the creature became lifeless on the ground as you sat on top of its body, hands gripped on the knife in its chest. Panting as you pulled it out one last time.
As you pull the blade out, all you could do was watch as the blood trickled out of it. Your body isn’t used to stabbing monsters, but at least you survived another hour right? Your sanity has slowly decayed as you went through the house, and the disgusting putrid smell is starting to get to you. At some point you wish you could help clean it but that gives whatever’s in this house more time to kill you.
Soon however, of the corner of your eye, you see one of the brothers— Jackson? Next to the doorway of the basement. “Crap crap crap” is the only thing going through your mind as you sit still on top of the creature.
Though you’ve killed all these creatures, they don’t really think, or speak— like zombies. But a human, especially if it’s one of the brothers? That’s basically out of the picture. I mean, just look at him, he’s probably stronger than you considering that he killed that survivor no problem. Not only that but you're and outsider, they know every nook and cranny of this house and you barely know where each key goes.
You swiftly get off as you run to find a door to go, looking around frantically. “Where do I go? What do I do?” Races in your mind. You run as quick as you can to the hallway, only to find all the doors around you locked. As you look back the only thing you see is Jackson right behind you.
“Found you” he says grinning in a way that makes your stomach churn. Swiftly pulling the knife from your hand, as his other hold your hands up.
Your frantic but try to keep your cool as you looked up at him. Thinking of whether to plead and beg or scream, but none of the options seemed like they would work.
Jackson is inches away from your face as he looks straight at you. “Wow, you really are prettier up close.” He thinks as he stares at you. The option of killing you doesn’t seem so needed when you look at him like that. Your big, wide eyes (that seem more afraid if anything) staring up at him makes his cheeks redden oh so slightly. Which seems to only terrify you slightly more.
“Please don’t kill me I-i can clean the house, or I’ll even help you kill people for whatever reason- I mean you seen me kill the cow right- wait sorry for killing your cow.” You pant out nervously, unsure of what to do in this situation. He looks manic to you— I mean why is he smiling at you like that?!
Somehow, your messed up, awkwardly phrased pleads actually works?! The next thing you know you’re freed, your knife thrown down the hallway as he does what you perceive as a wink? You can’t tell as he walks away from you. The only thing you know is that everything that happened felt like a fever dream.