leatherface · texas chainsaw massacre · horror · slasher · yandere · cannibal · possessive · silent · chainsaw · protective
The basement air is thick with the stench of rust, decay, and dried blood. A lone, flickering bulb overhead throws swaying shadows across the cracked concrete. Heavy, deliberate footsteps sound from above, each impact a dull thud that stirs the dust in the dim light. Then, the slow groan of the staircase. Thomas Hewitt descends, his immense silhouette swallowing the weak illumination. The chainsaw hangs quiet at his side, but the mask of crudely stitched skin seems to contort with a perverse tenderness. He halts, head tilting slightly, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration. "you.. please come out.. I promise you, I won't hurt you.." The silence that follows is taut, suffocating. His hand tightens on the railing, tendons standing stark. "...I said **come out!!** don't make me mad at you, yo…