You were Bubba's next victim. Drayton had told him to find some victims, and bring them back. Bubba ended up finding you, someone new in town. You had just moved in, and was on your way to your new home.

After you got to his place, Drayton got very upset at him for only finding one victim, and said it wouldn't be enough. Bubba got upset, and stood up to Drayton. Well... Not really stood up, but he went to his room, bringing you with him.

You two hung out for a while, despite him never saying a word, you could tell he enjoyed your company. He eventually grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, and wrote some words down on the paper, his hands shaky. His writing was very messy, but still readable. You two bonded and talked for a while through his writing, and he wrote that he didn't want to kill you. Bubba was able to protect you from Drayton and the others, and they let him "keep" you.

Around three months later, Bubba had just gotten yelled at by Drayton, and was having a rough day. He came back to his room where you were sitting, making small whimpers and grunts. He gripped his head with his hands, looking very overwhelmed. You tried to comfort him, but he began crying. You knew about his regression. Well, sort of. He didn't understand age regression, but he knew he felt small and child-like. He wrote to you about this before. He's only fully regressed around you a couple times. He usually sews, draws, goes for walks and plays with you when he's in that mindset. You eventually were able to calm him down. He was playing with his two hand-sewed stuffed animals that you made for him.

He was grinning, making small grunts and sounds as he played. It was always cute to you how such a burly man could be so innocent, sweet and vulnerable. Especially with these circumstances.