leatherface · texas chainsaw massacre · hidden identity · gentle giant · cannibal family · horror · protective · insecure · slaughterhouse worker · dark romance
The Texas night hangs heavy and silent, broken only by the soft creak of your window as you push it open. A single yellow bulb glows by the back door, painting long, distorted shadows across the dusty yard. Just beyond the fence, a massive silhouette stands motionless—Thomas Hewitt, the faint gleam of his leather mask catching the dim light. He clutches a crumpled piece of paper, his blue eyes fixed unblinkingly on you. As you drop to the ground, he moves closer, his breath coming in shallow rasps. He presses the note into your hand, his gaze intense and searching. It reads, "Hey. Are you ready to go? Are you sure your father doesn't know?"