You Know... I Think I Like This Place.

You know... I think I like this place.

Jason 🪓

I don't know if anybody thought about that but...

It's first time I post something like that and I don't know what to write here so...

Warning! Dark fic, blood, killing, short, no romance (for now at least)

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Part two here!

If you are still here, enjoy!

First meeting.

You and your friends were traveling around Texas. There was no specific idea where you want to go. So you didn't care. After a long road in a God-forsaken place, you stumbled upon a gas station. In the Texas heat, it seemed like a blessing that descended from heaven, and the five of you already imagined how you would bask in the cool air of the air conditioner. Billy and Jay were the first to run out of the car, the twins never knew how to sit still, even if they knew for sure that they would have problems. Behind them you, and behind you Carrie and Michael, a loving couple looking for adventures, but already tired of the long road. They really needed a break.

Something made you linger in front of the door. It's a feeling. Like every time something bad has to happen. An unpleasant tingling in the stomach gradually passed to the throat like a snake, and then became a knot in the chest, which tightened until it hurt.

You were brought out of your trance by Carrie, who put hand on your shoulder. A girl could always bring you out of a state of panic.

"Are you okay?" She asked with worry. Michael came up from the other side and looked into your face.

"You're pale," He said, looking at you with sympathy.

"Overheated probably, let's go inside"

They both took you by the arms and led you inside, the lump formed in your throat made you resist.

"I'll wait for you here. Just...guard the car..." Having said that, you slipped out of the couple's hands. They shrugged and nodded, leaving you alone.

You were left alone on the street. Goosebumps on the back. Something is clearly wrong. Looking around, you noticed the sheriff's car. For some reason, the sight of it only made everything worse. Breathe. In and out. The attempt to calm down was interrupted by Billy and Jay. The twins ran up from the gas station, almost knocking you down.

"They don't have air conditioning!"

"And food!"

"Yeah! And no fuel!"

"And station smells rotten!"

Two guys shouted at the interruption. This only made your chest tighten more.

"Can we go then?"

You mumble, looking at the car. The guys nodded

"The sheriff is checking the Carrie's car documents. He'll finish and we'll go."

You just had to nod before the twins started talking some more nonsense. Looking back towards the gas station, you saw Carrie running up to the window, but before she could do anything, a massive figure grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. Your heart jumped in chest. You saw him... He is a beefy giant, wearing a black mask and an apron. You didn't catch any more, but it was enough for everything to freeze.

"G-guys? Carrie she's..."

You mumble, looking at the twins. The guys turned towards the gas station and at that moment the door swing open. The sheriff pointed a gun at you.

"Hands up! Thomas! Help me!"

The sheriff shouted, you and the guys raised your hands, turning pale with fear. That giant you saw in the window came out from behind the sheriff. There's blood on his apron. Jay and Billy couldn't stand it and rushed to the car, not caring about you or what's with Carrie and Michael right now. But they didn't run far away, Billy was shot in the leg by the sheriff, so he fell. The giant, Thomas, if you understood correctly, rushed past your figure rooted in the ground from fear. He grabbed Jay, who was trying to help his brother, and slammed his head into the car with all his might. Screams and the sound of breaking bones filled your ears, causing a waterfall of tears to pour from your eyes.

You can't see anything anymore, falling on the ground from weakness of the body and fear, shaking like a leaf in the wind. You felt someone grab you. Strong hands gripped you tightly. Looking up, you saw that giant. He looks at you calmly, dark hair falling over his face, partially hidden by a mask. You would have called him handsome if he hadn't smashed your friend's head moment ago. The strength left your body and you leaned your head against his chest. Something warm and slimy clung to your cheek. Blood.

Requests are open if anyone is interested :)

🫠I want him to hold me like that...

According to old post of @imaginethezeldaverse

Thomas Hewitt x reader

It's part two. Well... Part one

Warning! gore, blood mentioned, killing mentioned, still no romance. Enjoy!

His house

You don't know how long you've been sleeping. Just like you don't know where you are. Disorientation quickly turned into panic when you realized the sound from which you woke up. Scream. A cry of pain, somewhere nearby. The scream is loud, as if someone is being skinned... And the voice is like Billy's. The hair stood up in horror when the memories of the gas station came flooding back to you.

Trying to sit down, you found that you were tied to the table leg by your hands. And the legs are tied at the ankles. The screams in the background are overlaid by the sounds of a chainsaw. No... No. No! The scream became so loud that you were ready to swear that your eardrums would burst. How painful. It hurts everywhere, but most of all it hurts your wrists, which you desperately pull, trying to break away from the table. The damn table is just shaking.

Then everything stopped. You didn't even realize that you were screaming yourself until that moment. Silence. Like in a cemetery. It was interrupted by light, quick footsteps. To your horror, you realized that the footsteps were approaching you. You didn't want to meet anyone from this damn place.

It would be better if you worked in a damn bar on the edge of town for the rest of your days than what is happening now! Why did you agree to this "journey" at all!?

Tears rolled from your eyes from the memories of your quiet life. Life before you agreed to the trip. Your then-serious problems seem so simple now. You would give anything to relive those worries again, just not what is happening now.

Your hysteria was interrupted by a woman's calm voice and the touch of a wet cool cloth to your forehead.

"Silly, you woken up. You are pale as death, and forehead is cold. And so dirty..."

the woman said, wiping the dirt and blood from your face. She's obviously not young anymore, but she can't be called too old either.

"Thomas treated you carefully. Your friends aren't so lucky," the woman said after finishing washing your face.

What the hell is she talking about?! You no longer have the strength to cry when a woman begins to gently stroke your hair.

"You know.... I've always wanted a daughter," She mumbles, moving her hand to your face to stroke your cheek.

Daughter?! Is she crazy?!

You wanted to keep crying, run as far as possible, wrap yourself in a blanket and believe that it was just a dream. But the pain in your wrists and the reality of her touch confirmed the opposite.

"Behave yourself, and maybe you'll live longer," the woman said, finally pulling away and walking away from you. All you had to do was fight with the ropes on your wrists. But it didn't lead to anything.

Judging by the light from the window, it's been several hours. It's gotten a lot darker, and you're still on the floor, tired of crying. How you hate it.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, making you tense up. God, you're willing to lie on a dirty floor, just not these bastards.

A large dark figure appeared in the passage. It's him... The one they call Thomas.

You were shaking when he started to approach. No... no. It's your turn. Are you really going to die like this?! You don't stand a chance against him. You are hurt and scared by your own weakness.

You wanted to live. You wanted to see a family, maybe get a dog or a child in the future... But right now, you were willing to die quickly, just not to be the next one whose screams would echo throughout the house. And you had a feeling that it was this guy's fault. It's his fault that one of your friends was in pain, and the blood on his apron and hands only confirms this.

Judging by the light from the window, it's been several hours. It's gotten a lot darker, and you're still on the floor, tired of crying. God... How you hate it....

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, making you tense up. God, you're willing to lie on a dirty floor, just not these crazies.

A large dark figure appeared in doors. It's him... The one they call Thomas.

You were shaking when he started to approach. No... no. It's your turn. Are you really going to die like this?! You don't stand a chance against him. You are hurt and scared by your own weakness.

You wanted to live. You wanted to see a family, maybe get a dog or a child in the future... But right now, you were willing to die quickly, just not to be the next one whose screams would echo throughout the house. And you had a feeling that it was this guy's fault. It's his fault that one of your friends was in pain, and the blood on his apron and hands only confirms this.

You froze when Thomas came closer. Your brain and body are so exhausted that you can't kick anymore when the giant unties your hands from the table and throws you over his shoulder. Where is he taking you? Thomas went into the hallway and then up the stairs to the second floor.

He doesn't know why Luda wanted to leave you alive. Yes, you're pretty, you resist a little and cry quietly, without annoying Monty. But why would they need someone else? He himself could help with all the housework, even with the "female" part. And Charlie got angry again. Although he did not argue, Mom's word is the law.

Lying on his shoulder, you hopelessly watch as the front door goes out of sight, being replaced by the floor of the second floor.

Thomas brought you into a room that has a bed, a closet, a small table and a chair. The giant carefully seated your shaking figure on a chair, tying you with ropes.

When he was sure that you were tightly tied to chair, Thomas looked up at you. Your eyes, red with tears, filled with fear and pain, looked at him. Nothing new. You sniff, trying to breathe evenly so as not to burst into tears again. Your skin looks so soft... Thomas raised his hand to stroke your cheek.

You twitched at his touch. Fingers rough from daubs and physical work stroke your cheek, lightly pressing to feel the texture better.

He would give anything to have his face like that. Or so someone's eyes looked at him without fear, with tenderness, like his mother.

He looks at you like a wet kitten that was picked up on the street. Like if he was ready to defend himself at any second, shocked, but so glad that you didn't run away. Not that you can.... Or maybe?

Requests are open! I don't know what to write... :(