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Я забыл про скетч и испугался, когда посмотрел на бумагу🤡 / I forgot about the sketch and got scared when I looked at the paper🤡
jim root, craig jones, shawn crahan, mick thomson & corey taylor as babies/children/teenagers
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TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE SLIPKNOT: PROSTETICS
PART IIIII: Eascape.
TW: Violence
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He slings the potato sack over his shoulder, ready to drag Corey off.
The old man ties him up and puts the potato bag, never his head. Put him in the truck and start driving away.
He can even hit Corey with a little wooden plank, making Corey Whines in pain. Then a man appeared on the road.
It was the same deranged man from earlier when everyone else was still alive when they picked up Jim.
"What the fuck.." The old man stopped and got out of the car with a broom. "CRAIG! CRAIG! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE!?”
Craig, the deranged man, looks up at the old man with a bewildered expression.
".....?"
The old man glares at Craig, visibly frustrated.
"Never mind that! What the hell are you doing here?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE LOOKING AFTER YOUR BROTHERS!”
Craig scratches his head, looking sheepish.
"....."
The old man's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
"They what?!"
"..........." Craig explained, that's where the old man knew who he was talking about....Corey, who is now tied up in the old man's truck.
The old man's face turns grim as he realizes who Craig is talking about.
"That blondie is in my truck."
He motions to the truck, his anger growing.
Craig looks at the truck, realization dawning on him.
"…."
The old man scoffs, his annoyance evident.
"Yeah, 'oops'. Great job, Craig. Real smooth and LOOK WHAT YOUR BROTHERS DO TO THE DOOR! Don't they have pride in this house!? get the blondie in the damn house." He ordered.
Craig sheepishly nods, realizing the mess he's caused.
"....."
He heads towards the truck, opening the door.
Corey, still unconscious and bound in the potato sack, is dragged out of the vehicle.
The old man helps Craig carry Corey into the house, grumbling under his breath.
"I swear, those two are more trouble than they're worth.".
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Meanwhile, the man in the pig mask was in his room...staring at the long black haired boy who was unconscious on a dirty matrix.
He was supposed to kill him but he didn't..for some reason..
The man in the pig mask stood over the unconscious black haired boy, uncertainty in his eyes.
He watched the boy's chest rise and fall with each breath.
Uncharacteristic hesitation filled the man, a rare bit of humanity creeping in.
He sighed, conflicted.
"Damn it…”
It was Joey. Yes, he's still alive. He's been trapped in this room all day after Chris got slaughtered. Every time joey tries waking up, paul would knock him unconscious again. Joey was still unconscious until the old man was calling for him downstairs.
Joey was still out..
The old man was calling for the pigman.
"PAUL!! GET DOWN HERE!!"
The pigman, Paul, freezes at the sound of the old man's voice.
He looks back at Joey, still unconscious on the mattress.
"Coming!"
Reluctantly, Paul leaves the room, heading towards the old man.
He descends the stairs and enters the living room, where the old man was waiting.
The old man looks at Paul, annoyed on his face.
"It's about time. Where were you?”
Paul shifts nervously under the old man's gaze.
"Uh...just uh.. looking around."
The old man crosses his arms, clearly not believing him.
"Uh huh. Did you get all of them? Is every single one dead?"
Paul hesitates for just a second before nodding.
"Uh, yeah. All of them. No survivors."
He tries to sound confident, but there's a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
The old man narrows his eyes, studying Paul's expression.
"You sure about that? You sound a little uncertain."
Paul shifts nervously again, avoiding direct eye contact.
"Yeah, I'm sure. It's all taken care of.”
"Yes, every single one of them is dead. And Craig is tying the blonde one up to the chair in the dining room now." Clown chimes in.
The old man turns his attention to the clown, nodding in approval.
"Good. Glad to see everyone's doing their part."
He looks back at Paul, still unconvinced.
"Alright, just checking. Last thing we need is someone escaping and screwing everything up.”
Paul nods, trying to look confident.
"Don't worry, old man. It's all under control."
The old man sighs, still skeptical.
"Yeah, well. I better see those bodies soon.”
Paul nods, a hint of nervousness in his expression.
"They'll be there. Don't worry."
The old man eyes him for a moment longer before turning to the clown.
"Go check on Craig, make sure he's not screwing anything up."
The clown nods and leaves the room, heading towards the dining room.
Craig got Corey tied up, but coreynwas fighting back.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY FRIENDS YOU FUCKING BRAINSHIT CRAZY ASS BITCHES!" Corey exclaimed, clown had to grab a glass bottle and smash it against Corey's head so Corey can stop with his screaming and crying.
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Corey slowly opens his eyes...oh..fuck
The table had bones on display like it's some sort of decoration. The lamp was freaking him out because clearly, it was made by somebody's skin. His eyes widened in fear, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He glances around the room and looks down at the plate in front of him....
What the fuck, that does not look like normal animal meat.
Clown chuckles as he steps closer towards Corey, who is breathing heavily and tries to keep his distance, but he is tied up to a chair, so what can he do?
Clown pulled Corey's hair so he could look at him, the blonde yelps in pain and narrowing his eyes at the clown. "Can you let me go?"
"Can you shut the fuck up?" Clown scoffed behind his mask and grabs Corey's wrist and gestures craig to give him a needle.
Craig raises an eyebrow but doesn't question it, handing the needle to the clown.
".......?"
The clown doesn't answer, instead focusing on Corey
He grips Corey's wrist tightly, preparing to inject the needle.
Corey's eyes widen in panic as he sees the needle coming towards him.
"H-hey, wait a second! What the hell are you doing?!"
He struggles against his restraints again, trying to get away.
"Get that shit away from me!!"
"MMMPHHH!! OW!!"
Corey lets out a stifled cry of pain as the needle pierces his skin. The clown smirks behind his mask, enjoying Corey's distress. Craig leans against the wall, watching the spectacle.
"......."
The clown lets go of Corey's wrist, stepping back to watch him struggle.
"Yeah, he deserves it."
Corey tries to spit the gag out, but it's useless. "Mmph! Mmmph!" It was a very unsettling scene.
"PAUL! quit gettin' upstairs and come down here and eat!" The old man calls out for Paul again, while the masked pigman was just staring at Joey's unconscious form once again.
At the sound of the old man's voice, Paul reluctantly peels himself away from Joey's unconscious form and heads downstairs.
He enters the dining room, his expression neutral.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.
Craig took the gag off and Corey breathes in heavily, shaking and cough. The gag comes off, and Corey takes in deep, ragged breaths, his chest heaving.
His eyes dart around the room, taking in the gory sight of the bone-laden table. He trembles in his chair, fear and disgust warring in his expression.
*he clown stands over him, a wicked grin on his face.
"Not so mouthy now, are we?"
He mockingly pats Corey's head, like he was a small child.
They were all having family dinner like this shit is normal, Paul had makeup on his mask and apron on. Clown was laughing at Corey because he thought that he could escape?
No.
Corey was back in the house where all of his friends were nurdered, tattered and torn...
"If you don't shut up and eat!" The old man exclaimed at clown who was laughinglike a maniac, it seems like they don't even gave a good Dynamic to begin with.
How long have they been doing this?
The atmosphere is tense and disturbing, a horrifying display of normalcy in such a grotesque situation.
Corey sits there, tied up and helpless, watching the carnage unfold before him.
The clown continues to laugh his madman laugh, seemingly without a care in the world.
The old man grows displeased by the clown's lack of discipline.
"Clown, shut your damn mouth and eat your food like a civilized person!!"
The clown's laughter fades, replaced by a pouty expression.
"Fine, old man."
He huffs and sits down at the table, still eyeing Corey.
Paul takes a seat as well, focusing on his meal.
The room is filled with the sounds of cutlery clattering against porcelain, a strange soundtrack to the twisted meal they're all sharing.
"So y'all are just gonna eat after killing my friends one by one and kidnapping me back here?" Corey spat, his haired for these three are VERY HIGH.
The old man gives Corey a cold glare.*
"Shut your mouth, bitch"
The clown chuckles, seemingly pleased by Corey's anger.
"Oh, look at that, the little blondie has a back bone."
The old man rolls his eyes.
"You do love to talk, don't you, clown?"
Clown rolled his eyes, slamming his hands on the table.
"WHAT!? all you do is fucking Cook! Me, Paul and Craig have to do all the dirty work."
The old man looked offended, "At least I kidnap him back here! You all on the other hand can't even slaughterhouse a bitch without destroying the damn house! Do you know how much shit cast these days?!"
"That the FIRST TIME you ever did somethin', don't Act all high and might now. Old bitch." Clown argued.
The old man bristles at the clown's words.
"I've been doing this for years longer than you! I know what I'm doing!"
The clown lets out a bark of laughter.
"Yeah, right. You're just an old man who can't keep up."
Paul remains silent, watching the exchange with a sense of annoyance.
"....." Craig chimes in, the old man sighs and glance at Paul. "Aye, get the sledgehammer." He ordered, Paul nodded and gets up.
Corey starts getting nervous, because why do they need a sledgehammer for?
Clown chuckles as he gots closer to Corey.
Paul leaves the room, returning moments later with Hammer in hand.
The clown, still wearing his maniacal smile, approaches Corey, the hammer gleaming in the dim light.
Corey's fear becomes more apparent, his eyes fixed on the weapon.
"W-what are you doing with that...?"
*The clown stops just in front of Corey, tilting his head to the side.*
"Oh, nothing much. Just making sure you don't cause any more trouble." He swings the hammer once, testing the weight of it.
Corey's eyes followed the movement of the hammer, his fear growing.
"Hey, listen... let's not do anything impulsive here..."
Then Paul accidentally Ran into clown, making him drop the hammer. Meanwhile, corey secretly had a Razor that he got back at the shed with that old man and trying to cut the ropes while the rest of them are too busy arguing.
The clown stumbled back, cursing under his breath.
"Watch where you're going, you damn oaf!"
The old man let out an exasperated sigh.
"For the love of-- can no one around here act normal for five minutes?"
Paul grumbles an apology, picking up the hammer.
Meanwhile, Corey took advantage of the distraction, silently working the razor against the ropes.
The arguments continued, keeping the others occupied. Corey's heart hammered in his chest as he worked on the ropes. The sound of the razor against the rope was thankfully muffled by the noise.
The clown and the old man continued to argue, their voices rising in volume.
Paul, clearly frustrated, raised his voice.
"Enough!!"
The room fell silent, all eyes on him.
Paul cleared his throat, glancing around at the others.
"Can we just finish eating in peace, for once?"
The old man grumbled but sat back down, and the clown shrugged, sitting back down as well.
They resumed their eating, the tension in the air still thick.
Corey's heart hammered in his chest as he continued working on the ropes, praying they wouldn't notice.
"....." Craig asked what that sound was. The rest of them looked at Corey and everything was silent...
Corey broke free and he weaved from getting grabbed by any of them and jumps out the window, breaking the glass as he falls.
Corey's escape takes them all by surprise.
"What the--?!"
They all jump up from the table, stunned by the sudden turn of events.
(A/N: YES I made art of this)
The old man glares at the broken glass, anger on his face.
"Damn it! After him!!"
Corey was in the middle of the streetm the summer sun hitting him, a truck came and it was the last minute. Craig almost got Corey in time but the truck came in too fast and Ran Craig over and crashed into a tree.
Corey was okay, but there goes Corey's possible escape.
The sight of Craig being hit by the truck is enough to send the others into a frenzy.
The old man's anger is replaced by shock and worry.
"Craig!"
The clown just stands there, frozen in disbelief.
Paul rushes over to where Craig lies on the ground.
Clown death glares at Corey and starts his chainsaw...oh, he isn't happy..[oopsies]
Clown takes a menacing step forward, the chainsaw revving louder.
"You just made things so much worse for yourself."
The sound of the chainsaw starting up send chills through Corey's spine.
He backs away, fear in his eyes. "No, wait, please..."
Corey was limping and he honestly thought he was gonna die, just then a car came down the street.
"What...the fuck....." The driver's cursed under his breath, seeing what're on front of him.
The driver slams on the brakes, skidding to a stop.
"What on earth is going on??!"
The old man seems torn between stopping the chase for Corey and dealing with this new complication.
Corey immediately started rushing towards the car his head was bleeding from the glass that was smashed on his head and from jumping out the window he had so many scars and bruises on his body it was insane, he tries to open the car but it was locked and clown was rushing towards him with a chainsaw. "OPEN THE DOOR, OPEN THE DOOR!" Corey yelled desperately.
The driver, completely caught off guard, quickly unlocks the doors. "Get in! Hurry!"
Corey wasted no time, jumping into the passenger seat and shutting the door behind him.
Clown reached the car just as Corey closed the door. He slammed the chainsaw on the window of the passenger seat.
The driver hit the gas, tires screeching as the car jolted forward.
Corey held onto the dashboard, his chest heaving with fear.
"Thanks....thank you so much...."
The driver, eyes wide with shock, didn't take his eyes off the road.
"No problem, man...uh, what the hell happened back there?!"
Corey took a minute to catch his breath, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.
"It's a long story...just keep driving."
The driver nodded, still trying to process what he just witnessed.
As they drove away, Corey took a quick glance through the side mirror. He could see the three men standing in the middle of the street, watching the car drive off.
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BONUS
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Meanwhile, Joey slowly woke up in the house...nobody was home. He didn't remember what happened but he sure as hell want to get out of there.
He gets up and limps his way downstairs...
Joey's head was still buzzing from whatever had knocked him out earlier.
He winced as he got up, his legs feeling weak.
Slowly, he made his way down the stairs, gripping the rails for support.
The house was eerily quiet.
He looks around the empty house, still disoriented and confused.
Where did everyone go? He knows Chris is dead but he doesnknow the others are alive either.
Joey stumbled into the living room, looking for any signs of life.
The living room was empty, the silence almost oppressive.
Joey's footsteps echoed through the empty space. He stumbled over to the couch, collapsing onto it. The exertion had taken its toll on him, and he took a moment to catch his breath.
Joey's eyes lit up at the sight of the keys.
He quickly grabbed them, a wave of relief washing over him.
He looked out the nearby window, spotting the truck parked outside.
With determination, Joey headed for the front door.
He stumbled out the door, the outside light making him squint.
The truck sat there, just a few meters away.
Joey took a deep breath and started towards the vehicle.
With every step, Joey's legs felt heavier. The ground seemed to shift beneath him.
The sunlight stung his eyes, and he shielded them with one hand.
Finally, he reached the truck. With a trembling hand, he fumbled to unlock the door.
The door clicked open, and Joey quickly hopped inside.
He settled into the driver's seat, breathing a sigh of relief.
He grabbed the keys tightly, feeling a surge of determination.
"I'm getting outta here."
Joey took a moment to catch his breath, trying to shake off the residual dizziness.
He glanced around the truck, familiarizing himself with the controls. With a trembling hand, he slid the key into the ignition and turned it.
The engine rumbled to life.
Joey let out a shaky exhale, his heart racing.
He put the car in gear and began to drive.
Slowly, the truck pulled away from the house, leaving it and the nightmares behind. "Welp, back to iowa, I go."
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A/N: Well, that's the end. I might make a mini read from this as a continuation but holy fuck this was a bitch to write.
Whoever reads this, I hope you enjoyed my writing! My grammar isn't perfect, but I had fun writing this!
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