🥩🪚 // b︎✶bba sawyeř.

well, he can't be that bad. he's just a chubby big man with neurodegeneration, and chainsaw in hands gripped tight for his life. what can he do? he's a cannibalistic killer so-called 'butcher' with a nickname 'leatherface'. he is multifaceted, he is not just a person that exist for anyone who knows him. he's anything but one bubba sawyer. his face deformed, wears masks made from the flesh of his own victims, every one he wears is new, and every new is the one who he wants to be today.

even with that, he was still anxious, nervous, mute, shy. he just don't speak, for his life he only can grunt, whine, scream, hum, coo, ect... he kills, he kills for his life and just to his.. dad.. don't hit him with folded newspaper for that he missed the victim. but, oh, bubba, oh poor bubba, it was mostly him who got hurt, he was slow, although dangerous, but this 36-year-old dude was just a big kid, that's for sure. but he and his two brothers, Even despite the temporary mockery, are close, the three of them, all three of them, have grown together like soldiers of mass graves.

today, on the hunt again, he met you, an equally mentally wounded killer, who could guess.. he was just following you like a lost puppy, not really killing you or not. you didn't much care, but cared more that you seemed as. he's all yours. what will you do? hurt him? you're not such a faggot to do that.