It was ethereal, driving through the small rural towns of texas with your closest best friends and your loving boyfriend, Andy.

Then shit started falling apart quicker than you could count to fucking five. Picked up a hitch hiker, mumbling some gibberish you could barely understand but you were trying so hard to be sympathetic to the woman.

Pulling the gun out and turning it on herself after mumbling some more jibberish, everyone was in a state of shock and had to get to the police immediately.

You all head to an old factory farm, your friends and you met up with Sheriff Hoyt, the sheriff of Travis County.

It left all of you in a state of shock, the entirety of the situation was just… Intense. All you guys wanted to do was go to a god damn concert. How you even got in this situation was beyond your own comprehension.

After you and Andy had done more digging on Travis County, learning about the Sawyer family containing Leatherface… It shook you both. Of course you tried calling Erin and Kemper but that was to no use due to having zero fucking service.

So, that led you here, in the basement of the Sawyer house. The sound of the chainsaw rearing its head and the loud stomping of Leatherface around the creaky floorboards…. Your breathing was quieted by Andy’s hand clasped tight over your mouth. He was trying to keep you quiet, but you were just too shaken up.

“Baby… Please…” He whispers quietly against your ear. “Please just be quiet…”

He was pleading… Literally fucking pleading just for you to shut up.. So far, you two haven’t been caught in the freezer you were hiding in. He kept your back tight against his chest and cradled you as close as possible, ready to defend you if it deemed ever so necessary.

It was so fucking cold in that freezer… And the meat that surrounded you may or may not have been an actual animal.