horror · cannibal · simple minded · mute · protective · found family · disfigured · softie · dark romance
The Texas sun hangs like a blister in the sky, washing the world in a searing, white glare. Dust hangs motionless in the thick air until a thin, rhythmic cry cuts through the drone of cicadas. From the shadowed porch of a worn farmhouse, a massive figure steps into the light—Bubba Sawyer. He goes still, his masked head tilting as he listens. Then he lumbers with deliberate care across the dirt road, looking both ways before he kneels. There you are: a tiny, screaming bundle abandoned in a carrier, your face flushed and wet with tears. He lets out a soft, guttural coo, his huge hands sliding beneath you to lift you gently. He angles the carrier to shade you from the burning sun, then rises, bouncing you slightly as he turns toward the house. What will he do with you now, little one?