( Love yall fr 🐀🐀🐀🐀 also guess whos sick as hell)
He stared at you for a moment before he looked at Bubba and shook his head "No".
Bubba aggressively started to blubber out words at a fast pace making Thomas rub his face as if he was a tired parnet. Bubba hugged you to his chest and you just let this happen.
"Fine Bubba only if you keep an eye on it" Thomas answers.
"Keep an eye on it I'm not a pet??" You questioned.
Thomas gripped your chin an a light manner but pressed down as if silently threatening you "You are now, so help me if you make him mad or any emotion other than happy I'll be glad to put you down"
You blinked multiple times opening your mouth to protest but his glare made the words die in your throat. Oh he was serious...of course he was. This was Thomas Hewitt you were talking about.
Bubba giggled and pulled you against his chest your feet swinging freely as he spun you around. You just let yourself be swung around as he toddles over to his room.
He plops you down as if saying 'Wait here'. You stay there but your head whips from side to side. His room was messy and held multiple dark stains that you can only assume was blood along with drawings hung up and of him and Thomas. Your eyes bounce around the room. You felt as though you were in a childs room rather than Bubbas room.
Bubba plopped down infront of you giggling and showing you his make up.
You grabbed it into your hands and looked up at him "Uh you want me to do your makeup?" You ask innocently.
He nods his head quickly before lowerig his head so you were face to face. Your eyes couldn't help but soften. Oh he wasn't so bad.
"Okay but I'm not that good myself so don't get to upset" you smile awkwardly.
He nods quickly shuffling closer as he leaned in and you could see his sparking eyes behind the mask. You giggled as he rested his hands on your knees.
You hummed and flinched when you noticed blood on his make up brush. You looked down at your hand to see a cut you must have gotten when you smashed the porcelain over Jasons head. OH SHIT YOU LEFT THE GHOSTFACE.
He grabs your hand making a noise of sadness. He looks at you his eyes filling with tears befote he stats crying. You quickly wave your hands.
"Wait no no I'm fine!" You say quickly.
Thomas comes marching in with his Butchers knife when Bubba dragged you to Thomas showing him your cut hand. Thomas eyebrows furrowed wondering what Bubba meant. Bubba sniffled letting out a string of noises as he tried to explain.
Thomas looks at your bleeding hand and sighs. He grabs you by your wrist harshly making you flinch. Bubba yelled at him making Thomas loosen his grip.
"I'll patch her up Bubba" he says softly ruffling Bubbas hair.
Bubba laughs and nods quickly looking at you with those big eyes of his. He places a kiss on your head making you blink. He got attached fairly quickly.
You didn't really have a need to leave well that and you're sure if you tried you'd get your legs chopped off by Thomas faster than you can say 'help'. This along with the fact you were worried for the Ghostface. He could be hurt, maybe even starve to death. Oh god you hope he's okay. He probably knew Billy and Stu and you'd rather not have them loose someone else.
Thomas sat you down on a barn stool making you look around. There was cow carcasses along with live cow that looked well fed and well taken care of actually. Thomas left before coming back with gloved hands and a bottle of hyrdrogen peroxide. You didn't even flinch when he turned your hand and dumped it on there. Once again your parents would use the alcohol kind and dump it on your hand woth no warning as a kid. Peroxide was nothing.
He cleaned the area before wrapping your hand. He was silent. You knew he didn't really talk to any one besides Bubba. You just watched him as he bandged your hand. He was being careful.
You scanned his face. He had some sort of muzzle like mask and his black hair fell just above his shoulders in messy strands. He had a leaf in his hair.
"Uh you have a leaf in your hair?" You say lightly.
He just made a scoff noise. It made you furrow your eyebrows as you stared at the leaf. You raise your good hand and softly pick out the leaf. He immediately looked at you, his eyes burning into yours. You just smile awkwardly and wave the leaf with your hand. His eyes trail to it before sighing and finishing up your hand.
He got up and you hopped off the barstool before looking at his outstretched hand. He wanted you to take his hand, probably so you dont run off. You hesitantly place your wrist in his hand since you know he probably wasnt comfortable with holding your hand.
He gives you a slightly appreciative nod before dragging you back to Bubba. Oh goly...this was...definitely gonna take a good chunk of your summer. You wonder if they'd look for you. Thats probably the only way you'd get out without having to fight theese two. You sighed before just accepting your fate.
Toms Pov
Were the fuck was she? I growled as I searched through the bodies. She wasn't here. She wasn't even in her cabin. My hands started to shake. I had lost her....I couldn't...fuck.
"Shes not anywhere" the girl 'Tiffany' said.
My eyebrows furrowed "Shit then were could she have run off too".
"Maybe she got out of the camp? She seems way too strong to die here" Tiffany says.
I glanced at her. She was stepping from foot to foot nervously. She was worried about my- about (y/n) clearly That much I could tell from how she constantly messes with her hair.
"We'll find her" I say gruffly before looking ahead at the woodeded area.
I start to walk the leaves crunching under my shoes. I was drenched in blood. It wasn't even my own blood. I tried...i tried to save so many peoole but...its like whatever that thing was it wanted us all dead. Six feet under is the only way it would be happy.
I massaged my temples before stopping. I heard someone yelling her name. Her name. Oh god there's no way right. Shes not dead. No theres no way shes dead. Shes too smart for that. I had seen her up close and personal in a fight and she was the defition of surivial.
So why are my hands getting clammy at just the thought...
I ran. It probably wasn't smart seeing as there was a murderous maniac in these woods.
'If he killed her, Im going to find that huge fucking bitch and rip him apart' Harry growls out.
For the first time I agreed with his plan of action. I would die happily if I kill that thing if he murdered her. The only thing keeping me from spiraling is the hope to have her back into my arms. We still hadn't even gotten to disscuss what happened last night.
"Why are we running?!" Tiffany yelps as she tries to keep up with me.
"Don't you hear that" I say before shutting up so she could hear as well.
They got closer to the person frantically yelling your name. I caught sight of him and my eyes harden. He had a Ghostface mask with black clothing. He wasn't the one in Woodsboro so who the hell was he. I stalked up and he turned to see me.
He was clearly hurt but still he crouched down but he seemed to hesitated when he fully saw me. I grabbed him by the throat gripping it, the cloth under my hand wrinkling.
"Where the fuck is (Y/n)" I spat out.
He coughed but punched me in the face making me let go and stumble back.
"Thats what I'm looking for!" He growled rubbing his throat.
"Well why the fuck were you with her" I sneered.
'Let me in just let me at him' Harry growled as I could feel him creep up my back, black inkiness sinking themsleves into my mind.
'Not yet' I snapoed at him before turning my attention back to the Ghostface.
"You fuck you lost her you bitch!" Tiffany screeched slapping the hell out of Ghostface.
"I'm not opposed to killing women, whore" Ghostface growled but didn't hit her back just yet.
"Stop...we need to find her" I finally say calming down.
Tiffany and Ghostface glare at each other but neither dissagreed with me. After all who would dissagree with the one who was cearly trying to help find what they lost.
God my girl...please be safe
(Normal pov)
You heasitantly scoot next to Bubba. He was beckoning you closer with a smile. You looked at the drawing he made. You raised a brow tilting your head.
He pointed and you and them him. So it was a drawing of the both of you? You scrunched your eyebrows together. You softly run your thumb over the drawing.
"Whos this?" You ask softly poitning at another stick man.
He blubbered out something but from what you gathered it seemed like it was Thomas.
"Thomas??" You questioned pointing to the name over the stick man.
He nodded happily clapping his hands together giggling in hapiness. You chuckled but kept it close to you.
"Thank bubba" you say softky as he nods quickly.
He yawns as you tilt your head "Uh are you tired?"
He nods his head and he looks around. He didn't have an extra room and he tapped his masked chin. Didn't people sleep with their pets? He looked at you. You weren't his pet but thats what Thomas called you so...
He grabbed you again and you just let it happen. That was until he got into bed tucking you both under the covers making you freeze up.
"Uhm Bubba?" You question but he was already lightly snoring.
His mask was nuzzled into your neck and you felt his breath. His body curled around you confortingly making your eyes droop. You had to admit you were tired. Very tired.
He squeezed you tightly and when he mumbled something it almost soudned like 'sleep'. You sigh and hugged his arms that kept your secure on te bed. His warmth radiated off his body and it felt like you had a warm blanket.
Your eyes fall.
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"Holy shit" you muttered.
You had spent what seemed like close to a month with the brothers. It was nice. Bubba took care of you like no other, and Thomas was more friendly giving you food and making sure you were in good health. You had let yourself forget about your old life. This one was so much nicer after all. It was relaxing.
Until you found a newspaper in the trash.
The headline was your name. They were investigating your disappearance. Some people think you were apart of it, some think you were kidnapped, others think your dead in a ditch somewhere. Your hands shook slightly as you read the paper.
Thomas ripped it out of your hand "What are you doing" he growls before looking at the paper.
He crumbles it up. The paper made loud noises as he throws it down and steps on it. You couldn't help but stare at the newspaper.
"They won't find you here" is all he said.
You sink to the floor and softly grab the paper "But i-"
"NO!....you cant...Bubba needs you" is all he said as he left you on the floor.
Your lip trembled. How...could you forget. You close your eyes. You missed Push. Thats who you needed to go back for. Push is waiting for you at home. She probably keeping your clothes warm until you got back.
You skitter up and start to pack your clothes. You hear someone walk in making you tense up and hide your luggage. Bubba was staring at you from the door.
"Leaving...me?" He says slowly.
You had managed to make some progress with Bubba and speaking. It was one of the things you both took part in. Your eyes water as you start to shake.
"I need to Bubba i-"
He starts to cry and he couldn't form words. He was too distraught. Was he not enough? Was Thomas not enough. Was he not good enough? Why did you want to leave.
You quickly rush over and hug him "Bubba please listen to me"
You softly grab his face "I have a family...I have a cat oh shes the best thing that ever happened to her...I cant...just leave her" you whisper softly.
"...P...pet?" He sniffles.
You nodded "Yeah shes my pet....shes...the best thing I could ever ask for. My heart hurts everytime I think I can't see her anymore please Bubba...help me leave" You whisper.
He sniffles and nods
"S...stray" he says softly.
You furrowed your brows "What?"
"Stay...no stay...but always back" he tries to explain.
Your heart warmed as such a genuine softness blooms in your chest "Yes...yes I promise" you whisper and hug him.
You hear a noise and look up from Bubbas shoulder to see Thomas.