Are you mad at me?

Indie The Chainsaw Massacre's Vanita "Stretch" Brock headcanon based • Crossover friendly • Read Rules and About before interacting • Follows from Micaela-Arg

[radio-scream-queen]

"They live on fear!"

Indie, Oc and Crossover friendly, The Chainsaw Massacre's Vanita "Stretch" Brock.

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[bubbas-chainsaw]

Starter for @radio-scream-queen

It was so stupid. It really was. The oldest of the Sawyer brothers left was somehow Chop Top, and he'd just taken away for trying to steal cigarettes. Hiding in their beat up truck, Bubba was struck with panic. After escaping the abandoned theme park, they'd been on the run throughout Texas. With the rest of the family gone, the brothers had to stay in Texas; that was their only bit of home they had. Besides each other, but the "brotherly love" wasn't exactly constant. They got on each other's nerves, but family was now more important than ever.

The hulking man in the passenger seat was wringing his tie relentlessly. He was alone. Truly alone for the first time in a long time. As the police car drove away, the seemingly impending doom had his mind racing. What was he going to do? There was no more family in Texas to take him in -- none that would take him, anyway.

Hands shaking, Bubba slid into the driver's seat. A few times, Chop Top tried to teach him how to drive, but it was such an unpleasant experience each time that he refused to continue. But it wasn't as if he could just go walking down the road! With a clattering and a small bang, he turned up the engine. This was horrible. He hated this. But he had to leave the scene, at least. Then he could panic.

With a jolt, the car lurched forward, then stopped. Without the fine motor skills required to ease it up, the entire ride was a bumpy mess. Sticking to backgrounds, he was looking for anywhere to go and figure out what to do. Finally, a gas station appeared, and he hurried to pull over. He remembered Chop showing him the gas dial, and what the letters meant. It was far into "E" now.

Keeping his head down, he hurried into the small gas station. His broad shoulders brushed against the door chimes, giving him a bit of a start.

"--another beautiful day on News 8, and I'm here to announce the winners of this year's meat pie contest--" A woman's voice came from a TV behind the counter. The owner didn't even seem to notice him. But something about that voice, it was familiar...

/Stretch/! The radio DJ, she was on tv! That had to mean she was in the area. A familiar face was a huge relief. Maybe Stretch could help him. Maybe he could get his brother out of jail, long enough to skip town. But what if she didn't want to see him? What if she was angry? They hadn't gotten to say goodbye, a few years ago. But she seemed to be happy, the last few years had been good to her. Unlike the Sawyer brothers, who were a little worse for wear.

Getting the shopkeeper's attention, he points to the television. "Where," he said in a low tone. It was rare for him to speak more than one or two words out at a time.

"Huh? The station? Couple miles east'a here," the man replied, seeming surprised. "It's hard to miss."

Indeed it was, with huge white domes marking it on the side of the road. Bubba sat in the car for several minutes, trying to built up the courage to go in. Finally, he let himself through the front door. Surprisingly for a man of his size, he moved silently into the station. Finally, the located her, in the booth... He didn't want to scare her, so he simply gave the window between them a light tap until she turned around. Unfortunately, his efforts were probably in vain.

[radio-scream-queen]

Looking away for a moment, Bubba couldn't help but be relieved at her bluntness. Her request had him nodding; anything he needed to do. While they...spoke? he had started lightly hitting his palms together. It was a grounding motion, out of both nerves and relief.

The next question had him furrowing his brow beneath the mask. They had only just arrived in town--the only way he'd been able to find the radio station was it being right down the road from the gas station. Bubba puffed on his cigarette, trying to think. Where would they have taken him? The town jail, or the sheriff's office maybe? Or maybe those were the same? They surely couldn't have put him in prison already, right?

Taking a few deep breaths, Bubba tried to calm himself with his palm-hitting again. Panicking wasn't making it easier to communicate, and he needed to get it out before he shut down. With everything going on, his brain was completely overwhelmed. The constant change of locations, the anger and worry for his last sibling, and the pressure on him to communicate properly--it was a lot. Finally, looking at the ground, he whispered two words.

"...sheriff's office."

Stretch watched him as he seemed to ponder his answer, and questioned if he'd even be able to give her one because he'd never spoken to her before. Could he even–

Yes, yes he could. She almost dropped her cigarette when he actually spoke, eyes widening because this was the very fucking first time she'd heard him actually speak. Her mouth opened then closed again as she thought about what to say, not wanting to seem rude by being too shocked he could talk, instead, she mentally smacked herself to focus on the task at hand, getting his brother back on the street.

That psycho was lucky she even had a soft spot for Bubba, or she wouldn't have bothered.

"Okay, Sheriff's office. I know where that is," Stretch said with a nod. "So he just stole some cigarettes and was being his usual self hasslin' the people in the store? Should be relatively easy to get him out, if he hasn't done anything worse while with the police."

[toyrylaartblog]

Horror x Fashion

[bubbas-chainsaw]

Starter for @radio-scream-queen

It was so stupid. It really was. The oldest of the Sawyer brothers left was somehow Chop Top, and he'd just taken away for trying to steal cigarettes. Hiding in their beat up truck, Bubba was struck with panic. After escaping the abandoned theme park, they'd been on the run throughout Texas. With the rest of the family gone, the brothers had to stay in Texas; that was their only bit of home they had. Besides each other, but the "brotherly love" wasn't exactly constant. They got on each other's nerves, but family was now more important than ever.

The hulking man in the passenger seat was wringing his tie relentlessly. He was alone. Truly alone for the first time in a long time. As the police car drove away, the seemingly impending doom had his mind racing. What was he going to do? There was no more family in Texas to take him in -- none that would take him, anyway.

Hands shaking, Bubba slid into the driver's seat. A few times, Chop Top tried to teach him how to drive, but it was such an unpleasant experience each time that he refused to continue. But it wasn't as if he could just go walking down the road! With a clattering and a small bang, he turned up the engine. This was horrible. He hated this. But he had to leave the scene, at least. Then he could panic.

With a jolt, the car lurched forward, then stopped. Without the fine motor skills required to ease it up, the entire ride was a bumpy mess. Sticking to backgrounds, he was looking for anywhere to go and figure out what to do. Finally, a gas station appeared, and he hurried to pull over. He remembered Chop showing him the gas dial, and what the letters meant. It was far into "E" now.

Keeping his head down, he hurried into the small gas station. His broad shoulders brushed against the door chimes, giving him a bit of a start.

"--another beautiful day on News 8, and I'm here to announce the winners of this year's meat pie contest--" A woman's voice came from a TV behind the counter. The owner didn't even seem to notice him. But something about that voice, it was familiar...

/Stretch/! The radio DJ, she was on tv! That had to mean she was in the area. A familiar face was a huge relief. Maybe Stretch could help him. Maybe he could get his brother out of jail, long enough to skip town. But what if she didn't want to see him? What if she was angry? They hadn't gotten to say goodbye, a few years ago. But she seemed to be happy, the last few years had been good to her. Unlike the Sawyer brothers, who were a little worse for wear.

Getting the shopkeeper's attention, he points to the television. "Where," he said in a low tone. It was rare for him to speak more than one or two words out at a time.

"Huh? The station? Couple miles east'a here," the man replied, seeming surprised. "It's hard to miss."

Indeed it was, with huge white domes marking it on the side of the road. Bubba sat in the car for several minutes, trying to built up the courage to go in. Finally, he let himself through the front door. Surprisingly for a man of his size, he moved silently into the station. Finally, the located her, in the booth... He didn't want to scare her, so he simply gave the window between them a light tap until she turned around. Unfortunately, his efforts were probably in vain.

[radio-scream-queen]

Once Stretch had taken her cigarette, he knocked the box against his hand to knock one loose. When you have hands nearly the size of dinner plate, fine motor skills can be challenging. He tucked it through the mask and to his lips, waiting for his turn for a light. But the question made him pause.

Nearly everyone smoked, at least around him, growing up. Those who didn't, dipped. Now that it was just him and Choptop, when his older brother got ahold of cigarettes, he might as well. The repetitive motion calmed the anxiety, even just for a moment. Bubba just shrugged. Now he does.

Leaning against a wall, Bubba just tried to take everything in. It was as if he was lost. It wasn't as if he could just walk into a police station and take Choptop by force. He was tough, but that was just stupid. Blowing some smoke through the air, Bubba looked back at Stretch, after dissociating for a few moments.

His gaze, however, was pleading. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to go. He didn't even really know how to drive. Without Stretch, it felt like his world was going to collapse.

His shrug was enough of an answer for her as she lit his cigarette for him. This was not how she'd pictured to spend her evening, and not what she'd meant when she'd been praying for something interesting to happen– no, this wasn't the kind of exciting story she could report to the public, she was way too involved in it; besides, he'd come here for her help, not to hurt her. So it would be an asshole move to turn him in.

There was that pleading look again. Stretch sighed, taking a long drag from her cigarette and casting her gaze away for a moment.

"Come on, don't give me that look," she huffed, combing her hair back with her fingers. "I'll help you, okay? But if your brother tries to kill me again, I won't be as nice to him as I was last time." This wasn't going to be easy, anything that involved the Sawyers became ten times more difficult than it would usually be.

Stretch's expression turned thoughtful. "Do you know where they took him?"

[bubbas-chainsaw]

Starter for @radio-scream-queen

It was so stupid. It really was. The oldest of the Sawyer brothers left was somehow Chop Top, and he'd just taken away for trying to steal cigarettes. Hiding in their beat up truck, Bubba was struck with panic. After escaping the abandoned theme park, they'd been on the run throughout Texas. With the rest of the family gone, the brothers had to stay in Texas; that was their only bit of home they had. Besides each other, but the "brotherly love" wasn't exactly constant. They got on each other's nerves, but family was now more important than ever.

The hulking man in the passenger seat was wringing his tie relentlessly. He was alone. Truly alone for the first time in a long time. As the police car drove away, the seemingly impending doom had his mind racing. What was he going to do? There was no more family in Texas to take him in -- none that would take him, anyway.

Hands shaking, Bubba slid into the driver's seat. A few times, Chop Top tried to teach him how to drive, but it was such an unpleasant experience each time that he refused to continue. But it wasn't as if he could just go walking down the road! With a clattering and a small bang, he turned up the engine. This was horrible. He hated this. But he had to leave the scene, at least. Then he could panic.

With a jolt, the car lurched forward, then stopped. Without the fine motor skills required to ease it up, the entire ride was a bumpy mess. Sticking to backgrounds, he was looking for anywhere to go and figure out what to do. Finally, a gas station appeared, and he hurried to pull over. He remembered Chop showing him the gas dial, and what the letters meant. It was far into "E" now.

Keeping his head down, he hurried into the small gas station. His broad shoulders brushed against the door chimes, giving him a bit of a start.

"--another beautiful day on News 8, and I'm here to announce the winners of this year's meat pie contest--" A woman's voice came from a TV behind the counter. The owner didn't even seem to notice him. But something about that voice, it was familiar...

/Stretch/! The radio DJ, she was on tv! That had to mean she was in the area. A familiar face was a huge relief. Maybe Stretch could help him. Maybe he could get his brother out of jail, long enough to skip town. But what if she didn't want to see him? What if she was angry? They hadn't gotten to say goodbye, a few years ago. But she seemed to be happy, the last few years had been good to her. Unlike the Sawyer brothers, who were a little worse for wear.

Getting the shopkeeper's attention, he points to the television. "Where," he said in a low tone. It was rare for him to speak more than one or two words out at a time.

"Huh? The station? Couple miles east'a here," the man replied, seeming surprised. "It's hard to miss."

Indeed it was, with huge white domes marking it on the side of the road. Bubba sat in the car for several minutes, trying to built up the courage to go in. Finally, he let himself through the front door. Surprisingly for a man of his size, he moved silently into the station. Finally, the located her, in the booth... He didn't want to scare her, so he simply gave the window between them a light tap until she turned around. Unfortunately, his efforts were probably in vain.

[radio-scream-queen]

The extended hand surprised Bubba, his hand dwarfing hers. Trying not to put much of his weight on her, he stood more slowly than he'd gotten down. He wasn't quite as spry as he used to be--the years hadn't been kind to him. But even still, a beast of a man, who hadn't lost any of his killing efficiency.

Bubba shook his head quickly; he'd never expect to say no to that question, but for once, it was something more minor. Reaching into his beat up jacket, he pulled a pack of cigarettes out, still in the plastic wrapping. Choptop had come back to the truck to give him a pack, and tried to return to hassle the other patrons. Of course, the store owners called the cops.

After showing her the still wrapped box, he hesitated, then pulled the packaging away quickly. If now wasn't the time for a cigarette... But before trying to shove his giant fingers into the box, he offered it to her. It was the least he could do, and maybe it would calm both their nerves.

Stretch's shoulders sagged with relief at that. That would make helping him easier– it hit her then that perhaps she should have pondered the decision for longer, because it wasn't like she owed them anything, and his brothers hadn't exactly been nice to her back when she'd had the "pleasure" of meeting them. But Bubba was not like that, at least not completely, and he'd helped her once. Stretch didn't like owing things to people.

She couldn't help the shocked exhale that left her when he showed the apparent cause of this situation: cigarettes. One of his brothers escaped being caught for multiple murders but got caught for stealing a pack of cigarettes? This had to be karma, that or they were getting rusty.

When he held the pack out to her, Stretch took it. After the previous scare and the stressful day she'd been having ever before that, she definitely needed a smoke. She opened the wrapper and went to where she'd left her purse, grabbing the lighter she always had with her. There was a no smoke sign just to her left, but this wouldn't be the first time she just completely ignored it. She held the cigarette between her lips and lit it before looking up at Bubba.

"Do you smoke?" she asked curiously.

[angelqueen13art]

So it turns out, 9 times out of 10, to get me to ship something just have two characters dance together. I’m a simple girl.

[bubbas-chainsaw]

Starter for @radio-scream-queen

It was so stupid. It really was. The oldest of the Sawyer brothers left was somehow Chop Top, and he'd just taken away for trying to steal cigarettes. Hiding in their beat up truck, Bubba was struck with panic. After escaping the abandoned theme park, they'd been on the run throughout Texas. With the rest of the family gone, the brothers had to stay in Texas; that was their only bit of home they had. Besides each other, but the "brotherly love" wasn't exactly constant. They got on each other's nerves, but family was now more important than ever.

The hulking man in the passenger seat was wringing his tie relentlessly. He was alone. Truly alone for the first time in a long time. As the police car drove away, the seemingly impending doom had his mind racing. What was he going to do? There was no more family in Texas to take him in -- none that would take him, anyway.

Hands shaking, Bubba slid into the driver's seat. A few times, Chop Top tried to teach him how to drive, but it was such an unpleasant experience each time that he refused to continue. But it wasn't as if he could just go walking down the road! With a clattering and a small bang, he turned up the engine. This was horrible. He hated this. But he had to leave the scene, at least. Then he could panic.

With a jolt, the car lurched forward, then stopped. Without the fine motor skills required to ease it up, the entire ride was a bumpy mess. Sticking to backgrounds, he was looking for anywhere to go and figure out what to do. Finally, a gas station appeared, and he hurried to pull over. He remembered Chop showing him the gas dial, and what the letters meant. It was far into "E" now.

Keeping his head down, he hurried into the small gas station. His broad shoulders brushed against the door chimes, giving him a bit of a start.

"--another beautiful day on News 8, and I'm here to announce the winners of this year's meat pie contest--" A woman's voice came from a TV behind the counter. The owner didn't even seem to notice him. But something about that voice, it was familiar...

/Stretch/! The radio DJ, she was on tv! That had to mean she was in the area. A familiar face was a huge relief. Maybe Stretch could help him. Maybe he could get his brother out of jail, long enough to skip town. But what if she didn't want to see him? What if she was angry? They hadn't gotten to say goodbye, a few years ago. But she seemed to be happy, the last few years had been good to her. Unlike the Sawyer brothers, who were a little worse for wear.

Getting the shopkeeper's attention, he points to the television. "Where," he said in a low tone. It was rare for him to speak more than one or two words out at a time.

"Huh? The station? Couple miles east'a here," the man replied, seeming surprised. "It's hard to miss."

Indeed it was, with huge white domes marking it on the side of the road. Bubba sat in the car for several minutes, trying to built up the courage to go in. Finally, he let himself through the front door. Surprisingly for a man of his size, he moved silently into the station. Finally, the located her, in the booth... He didn't want to scare her, so he simply gave the window between them a light tap until she turned around. Unfortunately, his efforts were probably in vain.

[radio-scream-queen]

Though hesitant, Bubba stepped carefully into the both. To try to keep things calm, he moved with surprising care, ducking his head under the door frame as he entered. A breath of relief escaped his mask. Stretch might help him figure out this mess. He wasn't alone.

Despite her warning, ceramic crunched under his boots, making him look around. There was a small dustbin tucked away under the soundboard that he spotted, and quickly bent down to take it. For just a moment, a simple chore, something normal, helped ground him. The sight of such a man on his hands and knees, gently brushing shards of the mug into the bin, probably would've been funny in different circumstances.

As he got up to dump the bin into the trash, Bubba took a few deep breaths. Maybe the world wasn't totally ending. Finally looking up at Stretch, he still held the brush in his hands, not really sure what to do with himself.

Stretch watched him walk in, and was about to tell him he didn't have to when he went and started cleaning the mess she'd made. She decided to let him because him being busy and visibly less panicked have her some time to try and think with a cool head; Stretch leaned against the closed door, one hand pressed against her chest as she forced herself to take a couple deep breaths to calm herself.

"Thanks," she said once he was done cleaning up.

He looked lost and despite... well, everything, it made her feel awful to see him looking that way. She remembered back at the amusement park, and even at the radio station, how he'd tried to protect her from his family. In a way, Stretch felt like she owed him. Hopefully this time wouldn't end like last time did.

She stepped forward slowly, holding a hand out to him to help him up.

"Your brother's in jail," she repeated the only information that she knew so far. "Did he kill someone?" perhaps it was a bit too straightforward, but she needed to know what she was dealing with.

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)

[bubbas-chainsaw]

Starter for @radio-scream-queen

It was so stupid. It really was. The oldest of the Sawyer brothers left was somehow Chop Top, and he'd just taken away for trying to steal cigarettes. Hiding in their beat up truck, Bubba was struck with panic. After escaping the abandoned theme park, they'd been on the run throughout Texas. With the rest of the family gone, the brothers had to stay in Texas; that was their only bit of home they had. Besides each other, but the "brotherly love" wasn't exactly constant. They got on each other's nerves, but family was now more important than ever.

The hulking man in the passenger seat was wringing his tie relentlessly. He was alone. Truly alone for the first time in a long time. As the police car drove away, the seemingly impending doom had his mind racing. What was he going to do? There was no more family in Texas to take him in -- none that would take him, anyway.

Hands shaking, Bubba slid into the driver's seat. A few times, Chop Top tried to teach him how to drive, but it was such an unpleasant experience each time that he refused to continue. But it wasn't as if he could just go walking down the road! With a clattering and a small bang, he turned up the engine. This was horrible. He hated this. But he had to leave the scene, at least. Then he could panic.

With a jolt, the car lurched forward, then stopped. Without the fine motor skills required to ease it up, the entire ride was a bumpy mess. Sticking to backgrounds, he was looking for anywhere to go and figure out what to do. Finally, a gas station appeared, and he hurried to pull over. He remembered Chop showing him the gas dial, and what the letters meant. It was far into "E" now.

Keeping his head down, he hurried into the small gas station. His broad shoulders brushed against the door chimes, giving him a bit of a start.

"--another beautiful day on News 8, and I'm here to announce the winners of this year's meat pie contest--" A woman's voice came from a TV behind the counter. The owner didn't even seem to notice him. But something about that voice, it was familiar...

/Stretch/! The radio DJ, she was on tv! That had to mean she was in the area. A familiar face was a huge relief. Maybe Stretch could help him. Maybe he could get his brother out of jail, long enough to skip town. But what if she didn't want to see him? What if she was angry? They hadn't gotten to say goodbye, a few years ago. But she seemed to be happy, the last few years had been good to her. Unlike the Sawyer brothers, who were a little worse for wear.

Getting the shopkeeper's attention, he points to the television. "Where," he said in a low tone. It was rare for him to speak more than one or two words out at a time.

"Huh? The station? Couple miles east'a here," the man replied, seeming surprised. "It's hard to miss."

Indeed it was, with huge white domes marking it on the side of the road. Bubba sat in the car for several minutes, trying to built up the courage to go in. Finally, he let himself through the front door. Surprisingly for a man of his size, he moved silently into the station. Finally, the located her, in the booth... He didn't want to scare her, so he simply gave the window between them a light tap until she turned around. Unfortunately, his efforts were probably in vain.

[radio-scream-queen]

Relieved she hadn’t just started screaming, Bubba nodded frantically; he was alone. He was never truly alone, until now. Now that he had her attention, he was having trouble forming words, with his nerves so badly shaken. Glancing around the room, his hulking frame turned to grab a pen and notepad off of a nearby desk.

With his tongue sticking out in concentration, he hunched over the paper, doing his best to make his writing legible. Finally, he turned the paper around, shoving it into her hands.

In something that resembled chicken scratch, he had scribbled three words.

“Brother,” “Jail,” and “Help”. He had to hope that Stretch could even read it as he’d never quite picked up writing in the few years he’d been in school. But even if she could, it would be so much easier for her to call for help…which meant either he would be taken away to some kind of high security institution, or he would have to snap her neck before she could. Neither were options that he liked. A soft whine escaped his throat, looking at her pleadingly as she examined the paper. This was his last resort, and his only one. The Sawyer family, or what was left of it, was in her hands now.

Stretch flinched when he moved so quickly, but relaxed a bit when she realized he did so just to grab paper and pen; this was the first time she saw him write anything, it'd never crossed her mind to think if he could write or read, but it still somehow surprised her to see him doing so. Then the paper was shoved in her hand and she had to squint at it to tell what the first word was, the other two were easier to read.

So at least one of his brothers was alive, and he was in jail God knows for what. She almost asked why her of all people, but considering who he was, and who she was, and how they knew each other, Stretch figured that he didn't exactly had many options when it came to asking for help.

This wasn't the kind of conversation you have there where anyone might see him. Stretch gave a step back to let him into the booth, drawing the curtains so that if anyone did come, which was unlikely considering how late it was, they wouldn't see directly into the booth.

"Watch where you step," she warned, wincing down at the shattered mug. Good thing she wasn't one of those people who had a favorite mug.

[suckinghamphallus]

[bizarrobrain]

[bubbas-chainsaw]

Starter for @radio-scream-queen

It was so stupid. It really was. The oldest of the Sawyer brothers left was somehow Chop Top, and he'd just taken away for trying to steal cigarettes. Hiding in their beat up truck, Bubba was struck with panic. After escaping the abandoned theme park, they'd been on the run throughout Texas. With the rest of the family gone, the brothers had to stay in Texas; that was their only bit of home they had. Besides each other, but the "brotherly love" wasn't exactly constant. They got on each other's nerves, but family was now more important than ever.

The hulking man in the passenger seat was wringing his tie relentlessly. He was alone. Truly alone for the first time in a long time. As the police car drove away, the seemingly impending doom had his mind racing. What was he going to do? There was no more family in Texas to take him in -- none that would take him, anyway.

Hands shaking, Bubba slid into the driver's seat. A few times, Chop Top tried to teach him how to drive, but it was such an unpleasant experience each time that he refused to continue. But it wasn't as if he could just go walking down the road! With a clattering and a small bang, he turned up the engine. This was horrible. He hated this. But he had to leave the scene, at least. Then he could panic.

With a jolt, the car lurched forward, then stopped. Without the fine motor skills required to ease it up, the entire ride was a bumpy mess. Sticking to backgrounds, he was looking for anywhere to go and figure out what to do. Finally, a gas station appeared, and he hurried to pull over. He remembered Chop showing him the gas dial, and what the letters meant. It was far into "E" now.

Keeping his head down, he hurried into the small gas station. His broad shoulders brushed against the door chimes, giving him a bit of a start.

"--another beautiful day on News 8, and I'm here to announce the winners of this year's meat pie contest--" A woman's voice came from a TV behind the counter. The owner didn't even seem to notice him. But something about that voice, it was familiar...

/Stretch/! The radio DJ, she was on tv! That had to mean she was in the area. A familiar face was a huge relief. Maybe Stretch could help him. Maybe he could get his brother out of jail, long enough to skip town. But what if she didn't want to see him? What if she was angry? They hadn't gotten to say goodbye, a few years ago. But she seemed to be happy, the last few years had been good to her. Unlike the Sawyer brothers, who were a little worse for wear.

Getting the shopkeeper's attention, he points to the television. "Where," he said in a low tone. It was rare for him to speak more than one or two words out at a time.

"Huh? The station? Couple miles east'a here," the man replied, seeming surprised. "It's hard to miss."

Indeed it was, with huge white domes marking it on the side of the road. Bubba sat in the car for several minutes, trying to built up the courage to go in. Finally, he let himself through the front door. Surprisingly for a man of his size, he moved silently into the station. Finally, the located her, in the booth... He didn't want to scare her, so he simply gave the window between them a light tap until she turned around. Unfortunately, his efforts were probably in vain.

[radio-scream-queen]

Shit–he had scared her anyway. Bubba raised both hands in a calming motion, licking his lips nervously. There was a very real possibility that she would simply call the police. But he’d left his saw in the back of the truck, hoping to appear as harmless as a 6'5, 300lb man wearing a skin mask could.

Shoulders hunched, he slowly approached the door, and opened it. But he didn’t step in, he just took a few steps back, not wanting to corner her. Eyes pleading with her, his hands went back to wringing out his tie nervously. Especially so shaken up, he was struggling to form words; a soft whining escaped his throat instead. If Stretch couldn’t help, or if she called the police, his world was going to end.

The way he moved his hands reminded her of back when he'd put a face and hat on her, it was a sign that he meant no harm. Stretch hadn't known him that long, but it'd been long enough for her to know he wasn't exactly the cunning type, not the kind of guy that would pretend to not mean any harm and then do– he was honest, in his own way.

Stretch tensed when he opened the door, letting out a sigh she hadn't known that she was holding when he stepped back instead of into the booth with her.

How had he gotten in her without being seen? Then again thinking back to their very first encounter, he could be quite stealthy when he wasn't revving that chainsaw of his. Which, she noticed, he wasn't carrying this time.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, slowly approaching the door. Once she made it to the doorway, she looked both ways, wanting to make sure neither of his brothers were there. If he'd survived, there was a chance they had too. She looked back up at him. "You're alone?"

She should scream for help, she should stay as far away from him as possible. Stretch knew that, but... this was Bubba, he'd tried to help her once despite his brother's manipulation, and in a way she felt like she owed him.

[markergraveyard]

my stretch sketches from the other day to try to get the hang of her! its pencil but colored them digitally :,-)

[bubbas-chainsaw]

Starter for @radio-scream-queen

It was so stupid. It really was. The oldest of the Sawyer brothers left was somehow Chop Top, and he'd just taken away for trying to steal cigarettes. Hiding in their beat up truck, Bubba was struck with panic. After escaping the abandoned theme park, they'd been on the run throughout Texas. With the rest of the family gone, the brothers had to stay in Texas; that was their only bit of home they had. Besides each other, but the "brotherly love" wasn't exactly constant. They got on each other's nerves, but family was now more important than ever.

The hulking man in the passenger seat was wringing his tie relentlessly. He was alone. Truly alone for the first time in a long time. As the police car drove away, the seemingly impending doom had his mind racing. What was he going to do? There was no more family in Texas to take him in -- none that would take him, anyway.

Hands shaking, Bubba slid into the driver's seat. A few times, Chop Top tried to teach him how to drive, but it was such an unpleasant experience each time that he refused to continue. But it wasn't as if he could just go walking down the road! With a clattering and a small bang, he turned up the engine. This was horrible. He hated this. But he had to leave the scene, at least. Then he could panic.

With a jolt, the car lurched forward, then stopped. Without the fine motor skills required to ease it up, the entire ride was a bumpy mess. Sticking to backgrounds, he was looking for anywhere to go and figure out what to do. Finally, a gas station appeared, and he hurried to pull over. He remembered Chop showing him the gas dial, and what the letters meant. It was far into "E" now.

Keeping his head down, he hurried into the small gas station. His broad shoulders brushed against the door chimes, giving him a bit of a start.

"--another beautiful day on News 8, and I'm here to announce the winners of this year's meat pie contest--" A woman's voice came from a TV behind the counter. The owner didn't even seem to notice him. But something about that voice, it was familiar...

/Stretch/! The radio DJ, she was on tv! That had to mean she was in the area. A familiar face was a huge relief. Maybe Stretch could help him. Maybe he could get his brother out of jail, long enough to skip town. But what if she didn't want to see him? What if she was angry? They hadn't gotten to say goodbye, a few years ago. But she seemed to be happy, the last few years had been good to her. Unlike the Sawyer brothers, who were a little worse for wear.

Getting the shopkeeper's attention, he points to the television. "Where," he said in a low tone. It was rare for him to speak more than one or two words out at a time.

"Huh? The station? Couple miles east'a here," the man replied, seeming surprised. "It's hard to miss."

Indeed it was, with huge white domes marking it on the side of the road. Bubba sat in the car for several minutes, trying to built up the courage to go in. Finally, he let himself through the front door. Surprisingly for a man of his size, he moved silently into the station. Finally, the located her, in the booth... He didn't want to scare her, so he simply gave the window between them a light tap until she turned around. Unfortunately, his efforts were probably in vain.

[radio-scream-queen]

It'd been over a month since the last big news she'd been able to give. Stretch supposed that was a good thing, after all, no big news meant nobody had gotten into a fatal car crash, nobody had been attacked by a burglar in their home, nobody was being cut to pieces with a chainsaw and having the skin stolen off their faces. That was all good.

But damn, was it boring.

She'd spent most of her afternoon at the meat pie contest, unable to try as much as a single bite because her past experiences made it hard to trust any of the people there to not have some grade H for Human meat involved in the making of the pies. So Stretch left that to the judges, focusing on what she was actually there for, which was announcing the winner; she did so with as much of a smile as she could muster, but had to admit she was relieved when they were able to just go back to the station. It had gotten late by then, and there weren't many people left.

Stretch paced in the booth, a cup of coffee in one hand and the script for the next day's news so far on the other. Hopefully, more interesting things would happen in the next few hours before she had to come back for the noon news; but it was never bad to practice, she didn't want to stutter or mispronounce something on live television.

There was a tap on the glass and it occurred to her that perhaps she should be heading home already as she turned to face the noise, thinking it'd be the janitor telling her that he had to lock the door already. Nothing prepared her for who was actually standing behind that glass.

Her mug slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor, her other hand squeezing the now crumpled papers. Stretch felt her face pale, eyes wide and her expression one of pure shock. It was him. But how could it be? After what had happened in that damned amusement park, she'd thought him and his family to be dead. Her blood ran cold then, his family... he'd never been much of a threat, not to her at least– not when alone, his brothers on the other hand... well, Stretch didn't want to think that they might be there too.

"Bubba?" she asked, as if unsure that what she was seeing was real.

That was the name she'd known him by, most likely a nickname, it was what she'd heard his brothers call him. There was also the name the media gave him, but she wasn't about to call him that, not when her life might be at risk.

But Stretch has survived once, and she didn't plan to die this time. Hell no.

[scarymovies101]

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)

[spookysweaterblog]

How was Vanita interested in Bubba?

his mating dance

[nanosuggestions]

Well she’ll fucking kill you      She wins every fight           She’s gonna rock your shit by the end of the night                And the only advantage that a killer has                     Is they think they have the right