#Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie

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He Doesn’t Like Sharing

Here we are again this time with my special boy Nubbins Sawyer. Ngl I cried when he died in the movie so I'd like to keep him alive in my imagination! The inspiration is from @devotion-disorder so check them out! If you want to see more check out the Masterlist and if you'd like to see a special character write a request and I'll be sure to do them! Enjoy!!!

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The dim light of the attic flickered erratically, casting long shadows over the grimy walls. Nubbins Sawyer rocked back and forth on a dusty mattress, surrounded by a sea of photographs—hundreds of them. Each picture showed you with someone else. Some stranger, smiling beside you. Someone who wasn’t him.

His uneven breaths filled the silence, rattling and shallow. He scratched at his tangled hair with restless, twitching fingers, muttering under his breath. “Who… who’s that…?" His words were broken and slurred, as if his brain was struggling to fit the pieces together.

His wild eyes darted from picture to picture, tracing every touch, every laugh you shared with that stranger. You looked happy. Too happy. Happier than you’d ever looked with him. And that made something dark curl inside Nubbins' chest—a twisted mixture of confusion, jealousy, and rage.

5 Minutes in:

He giggled. A nervous, breathy laugh that bubbled up from his throat. Maybe it was a joke. Yeah, just a joke. Someone was trying to mess with him. Play a trick. That’s all it was, right?

“Hah… s-stupid joke… not funny…” he mumbled, gnawing at his fingernails. He plucked a picture from the floor, holding it close to his face with shaking hands. You were pressed against the stranger, their arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder. You were grinning, and they were looking at you like you were everything.

Nubbins’ lips curled into a crooked, uneasy smile. “N-not real,” he whispered. “This ain't real. Ain't no way…” His breath hitched, and he giggled again, louder this time. But the laugh cracked halfway through, like a string pulled too tight.

The unease gnawed deeper. What if it was real? What if you… really liked someone else?

1 Hour in:

Nubbins scratched at his arms until his nails dug into the skin, leaving red streaks in their wake. His uneven giggles became more frantic, less joyful—bordering on panic.

He shuffled through the pictures with trembling hands, spreading them out around him like puzzle pieces. But no matter how many times he looked, the images were all the same. You—his sweet, precious thing—laughing with someone who wasn’t him.

The thought made his insides twist. It didn’t make sense. You were supposed to be his. You belonged with him, not some nobody who thought they could take you away.

His breathing grew heavier, almost wheezy. “Don’t like that… don’t like it one bit…” he muttered, rubbing his temples furiously. His hands were shaking so much it was hard to hold onto the pictures. “Wh-why’d you do that? Why’d ya go…?”

The words felt foreign in his mouth, like his brain couldn’t understand them. And that only made him angrier. He let out a high-pitched whine, rocking back and forth faster.

3 Hours in:

The photographs were scattered in a chaotic mess, some crumpled, others torn in half by Nubbins' jittery hands. He crawled across the floor on all fours, clutching a photo of you close to his chest. His dirty, blood-streaked fingers pressed against your smiling face in the picture, smearing it slightly.

“They… they ain’t got nothin’ on me,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes wide and bloodshot. “Y-you don’t need anyone else, yeah? You got me! I’m all you need!”

His laugh erupted again, sharp and broken, echoing through the empty room. But it wasn’t happy. It was desperate. A sound that rattled with fear beneath the surface.

Nubbins pounded his fists on the ground, nails scraping against the wood. “They can't take you! You’re mine!” His breath came out in sharp bursts, and he gasped like he couldn’t get enough air. His entire body shook with frustration and panic, his mind spinning in chaotic circles.

He tore more pictures from the walls, shredding them with manic glee, but it didn’t help. Every ripped photo just reminded him of the stranger who had dared to steal you away.

6+ Hours in:

Nubbins sat in the middle of the wrecked room, breathing heavily, his body trembling from exhaustion. His hair stuck to his damp forehead, and his fingers twitched compulsively, tearing at the fraying edges of the last photo he had left. Your face smiled up at him, but next to you was that stranger again—grinning smugly, as if they’d already won.

The thought made Nubbins' heart twist painfully, and he let out a high-pitched whimper, his lips pulled into a crooked sneer. “Gotta fix it… gotta make it right…” he whispered to himself, rocking slowly back and forth.

His mind was unraveling, slipping deeper into his obsession. He could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface—hot and wild, like a storm waiting to explode.

“Yeah… I’ll fix it,” he muttered, a shaky grin spreading across his face. His bloodshot eyes gleamed with madness. “Ain’t nobody gonna take you from me… not ever.”

He giggled to himself, the sound unhinged and eerily childlike. In his mind, it was simple: If someone thought they could have you, they needed to be… taken care of. Permanently.

The Aftermath:

When you walked through the door, Nubbins was already waiting for you, hunched over and breathing heavily. His wild eyes locked onto you the second you stepped inside, and his crooked smile stretched impossibly wide.

“Hey there,” he whispered, his voice shaky but filled with unsettling glee. He stood slowly, his lanky frame swaying as he shuffled toward you, hands outstretched. “Missed ya… missed ya so much.”

Before you could say a word, he wrapped his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug, his nails digging lightly into your back. “Don’t leave me again, yeah?” he whispered against your ear, his voice soft but trembling. “I don’t… I don’t like it when you leave.”

You tried to pull back, but his grip tightened. His smile was still there, but there was something dangerous lurking just beneath it—something desperate and wild, like a cornered animal.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “Ain’t nobody takin’ you away. Not them. Not anyone.”

His giggle echoed in the small room, sharp and unsettling. And in that moment, you knew—there was no escaping him.

Nubbins Sawyer didn’t understand love the way others did. To him, love was possession. Obsession. And now that he had you, he wasn’t going to let you go. Not ever.

Because in his mind, you belonged to him.

Forever.

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THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE 2 (1986)

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The original Texas Chainsaw Massacre house before it was relocated, restored and turned into a restaurant.

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I did draw the sawyes as sylvanian families

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The Texas Chain Saw Massacre

1974, Tobe Hooper

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A Taste of Family

Characters: - Drayton Sawyer - Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface)  - Nubbins Sawyer - Reader (You)

Trigger Warnings: - Dark and unsettling themes, including implied violence and gore.  - Dysfunctional family dynamics with verbal abuse.  - Depictions of a macabre setting and morally questionable behavior. 

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The Sawyer house was alive with noise. The whine of Bubba’s chainsaw hummed from outside, blending with Nubbins’ erratic cackling as he stumbled into the kitchen, waving his camera around. You stood near the table, watching as Drayton barked orders like a drill sergeant. 

“Bubba, shut that damned thing off before I take it and shove it where the sun don’t shine!” Drayton yelled toward the door, his voice cutting through the chaos. 

The chainsaw sputtered, then died down, and moments later, Bubba shuffled in, his hulking form filling the doorway. His head hung low like a chastised child, and he fiddled nervously with his apron. 

“Don’t give me that look,” Drayton snapped, slapping a dish towel against the counter. “You keep trackin’ blood through my kitchen, and I’m gonna make you clean it up with your tongue!” 

Bubba whimpered softly, and you felt a pang of sympathy for him, but Drayton wasn’t done. He turned to Nubbins, who was now poking at the meat on the counter with a filthy finger. 

“And you!” Drayton stormed over, snatching the camera from Nubbins’ hand. “What did I tell you about takin’ pictures of everything? You’re gonna ruin the meat, you idiot!” 

Nubbins shrieked with laughter, snatching his camera back. “It’s art, Drayton! People gotta see the *beauty* of our work!” 

“The only thing they’re gonna see is your brains splattered across the wall if you don’t shut your mouth and sit down!” 

Despite his sharp words, you could see the control Drayton held over them, his presence keeping the chaotic family in check. He turned to you, his expression softening slightly, though his tone remained gruff. 

“C’mon, darlin’. Let’s show these idiots how a real meal’s made.” 

Together, you worked on the barbecue, Drayton guiding you through his process with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He muttered to himself as he seasoned the meat, his hands moving with expert precision. 

“You see this?” he said, holding up a slab of meat. “This ain’t just food. This is legacy. You screw this up, you screw up the whole family.” 

“I won’t screw it up,” you promised, and he grunted in approval, handing you the cleaver. 

As you worked, Bubba hovered nearby, watching with curious, childlike eyes. Nubbins leaned over your shoulder, his erratic laughter grating on your nerves. 

“You’re really lettin’ her touch the secret recipe, huh, Drayton?” Nubbins teased. “What if she messes it up?” 

Drayton shot him a withering glare. “She’s got more sense in her little finger than you got in that thick skull of yours. Now sit down and shut up!” 

Dinner was a chaotic affair, the table crowded with mismatched dishes and heaping plates of food. Drayton sat at the head, his brothers flanking either side, while you took a seat beside him. The meal you’d worked on together sat proudly in the center, its smoky aroma filling the room. 

“Now this,” Drayton declared, carving into the meat with practiced ease, “is what real food looks like. Not that garbage you get at the store.” 

Bubba reached for a piece, but Drayton slapped his hand away with a scowl. “Wait your turn, you big dummy! You eat like a dog, and you’re gonna choke like one too!” 

Bubba whimpered, shrinking back into his seat, while Nubbins burst into laughter, nearly choking on his food. 

“Look at him!” Nubbins wheezed. “He’s gonna cry!” 

“Shut your damn mouth, Nubbins,” Drayton snapped. “You ain’t any better, with your filthy hands all over the food. You got no respect for nothin’!” 

You watched the chaos unfold, unsure whether to laugh or feel horrified. The bickering was relentless, but underneath it all, there was a twisted sense of camaraderie. 

As the meal went on, Drayton finally turned his attention to you. “Well, what do you think, darlin’? Think you can handle more meals like this?” 

You glanced around the table. Bubba was quietly gnawing on a bone, his eyes darting nervously between his brothers. Nubbins was snapping photos of his plate, cackling about how he was going to immortalize the moment. 

“I think I can handle it,” you said with a small smile. 

Drayton’s grin was sharp and proud. “Good. Took me years to whip these two into shape. Maybe with you around, we can finally run this place right.” 

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of smoke and laughter, the chaos of the Sawyer family swirling around you like a storm. It was messy, brutal, and unnerving, but as Drayton placed a protective hand on your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d found your place in their twisted world. 

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! This story is a dark exploration of the chaotic and unsettling world of the Sawyer family, blending moments of twisted love and humor with the grim reality of their “business.” If you enjoyed this fanfiction or have suggestions for expanding it, feel free to share your thoughts! Feedback is always appreciated. Stay spooky! 

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Hey I love yanderes and slashers and used to have a sleep walking problem where I would try to crawl through windows, can you do a yandere slasher x reader where the reader has developed Stockholm syndrome and been loving to the slasher so they trust them and let them have more freedom. Then they see them try to crawl out a window in their sleep? How would they react? Would they believe the reader? What would make them believe them if they didn't? If they didn't believe them the how would they react to finding out the reader told the truth?

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Slashers with Reader Who Sleepwalks & Tries to Leave

Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, of course. Mentions of abusive behavior

A/N: Merry (late) Christmas! I hope you all had a great holiday! For this request, I decided to leave Eric out. He's just the complete opposite to a Yandere in my opinion, and it was nearly impossible for me to write him as such. I hope that's okay!

Freddy Krueger

He knows you would never purposefully leave him

Like, he actually knows

His (undead) life revolves around sleep

He knows when you're awake and where you're actually sleeping, even if he keeps you stuck in his dream world

So when he finds you trying to escape out of the little window he built for you, he just laughs

He had already known you sleep walked

He'd been haunting your dreams for weeks prior to actually taking you

Freddy just keeps watching you, not really doing anything about it

You're stuck in his world either way

Might as well see how far you'll go

He'll almost use this as a test of sorts

He'll let you wander to wherever you want to go in your sleep, and he may even change the environment to something you don't recognize

When you wake up, his name better be the first thing that falls from your lips

If it's not...

Well, he'll just have to try harder at getting you to need him

Michael Myers

It took a very long time for Michael to get to this point

The fact that he lets you sleep without chains is a huge decision on his part

He doesn't trust easily

And any feelings of trust he did have come crumbling down the moment he wakes up without you beside him

It didn't take long to find you

There you were, pushing and prodding at the boarded up window

He's truly pissed

And a little hurt

He really thought you were growing to actually like your situation

But when he spins you around and sees your eyes staring blankly through him, he tilts his head

You don't seem... right?

He'll shake you harshly until he sees the life come back to your eyes

When you finally look up at him with a similarly confused look on your face, he starts to realize

He understands you well enough to know when you're not acting like yourself

When he finally explains what you were doing after you repeatedly asked him, you sigh

You explain that sometimes at night, you wander around without realizing it

A sleepwalker, huh?

Sadly, the chains will need to come out again

Jason Voorhees

You wouldn't actually leave him, right?

You seemed so caring

He actually believed you when you said you needed him

But here you were, trying to leave your shared home in the middle of the night

He almost breaks down as he picks you up and takes you back to your room

He finds it a bit odd that you don't fight back at all, but he assumes you just don't care to

He locks you up and makes sure that you can't go anywhere

How could you do this to him?

When you wake up the next morning in chains and not in your shared bed, you begin to cry for Jason

He tries to ignore you, but he can't bring himself to hear your sad voice calling out to him

You try your best to tell him that you don't remember what happened, and that you would never leave him

And maybe he's too trusting, but he believes you

You just seem so sad and so genuine that it's impossible for him to think it's anything other than honesty

You couldn't be that stupid anyways

You'd get lost in those woods alone at night, he knows that

So he just has to believe you

He loves you, and love means trust, right?

Thomas Hewitt

But you were being so sweet to him just hours before

How could you lie to his face like that?

He wakes up without you in his arms, and he just about loses it

Frantically searches for you around the house and finally finds you at one of the nailed in windows

He pulls you away quickly, staring at you sadly

He's waiting for an explanation, but you don't say anything

You just stare

You weren't acting like yourself

He pushes you back towards the bedroom and you walk the rest of the way yourself, climbing back into bed with ease

He's confused, but decides to see if it will happen again

You can't leave anyways

The whole house is locked up, and you don't even know where the keys are

You act just like your normal self the next day

And that night, you're back to walking around with a blank stare

He figures this just might be a thing you do

Doesn't really try to stop you, but he does follow you most nights to make sure you don't accidentally hurt yourself

On nights he wants you in bed, he ties some old fabric around your ankle and holds you tight while you sleep

You might not ever know about your late night adventures unless he decides to tell you

Bubba Sawyer

He's quite literally blubbering to you

He's crying, he's frantic, he even shakes you a bit, and you just stand there not responding

He keeps waiting, and when you start to just wander around again, he loses it

What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?

He ties you back into bed and stays up the rest of the night, watching you

The next morning, he confronts you stressfully

You keep telling him over and over that you don't know what he's talking about

But he refuses to believe you

(He wants to believe you, he's just scared)

He only finally realizes you were being honest when in the middle of the day during your nap, he finds you wandering back to the window with his whole family watching you

You weren't stupid

Why would you try to leave when literally everyone could see you in broad daylight?

His family begins laughing and saying things like "looks like you got yourself a sleepwalker"

So you weren't purposefully trying to leave him?

He cries tears of joy and spends the next couple of days pampering you and giving you just about everything you want

He does his best to show you that he's sorry

Brahms Heelshire

It's quite literally known that Brahms has abandonment issues at this point

So when he catches you climbing up onto the window sill

He loses it

Will grab you and roughly pull you off, your body falling to the ground

This immediately wakes you up, your eyes searching around frantically

When you see Brahms standing above you, you try to reach for him, but he only shoves you away

You look so sad and confused at this, but Brahms is too stubborn to give in

He starts tying you up again each night, still very hurt that you would try to leave like that

It takes weeks for you to gain his trust again

And the one night he lets you sleep freely, he catches you by the window again

But instead of grabbing you immediately, he decides to just watch

He wants to see how far you'll go so he knows just how severe your punishment will need to be

But instead, you just give up on unlocking the window (it was jammed), and you just turn around and walk straight back to bed, not even registering Brahms being right there

This is odd

You need to explain the concept of sleepwalking to him the next day

He still remains skeptical for a while, but he'll come around

You just need to be extra attentive for a while...

Norman Bates

Norman already knows a lot about sleepwalking

(It's what he thought was going on for a while when he couldn't remember large chunks of time throughout the week)

When he finds you opening a window in the middle of the night, he bolts at you, ready to lock you back up in one of the motel rooms again

However, when you don't respond or reveal any emotion on your face, he immediately knows what's going on

He's surprised

He didn't know you'd be a sleepwalker

He decides to just lead you back to bed, knowing that waking you isn't the best idea

Sits you down the next morning and talks with you about it

When you seem very apologetic, he uses it to his advantage

Has you cuddle up with him even more than normal and stay by his side at all hours of the day

He still gives you some freedom

But he's always watching

He does take some precautions and ties your wrist up in the middle of the night

He has to, for your safety of course

Billy Loomis

To be honest, you don't make it very far

Billy has an iron grip on you at all times, and he's a light sleeper

The moment you get up, he's awake, observing you carefully

Sometimes you have to pee in the middle of the night, but he still makes sure you aren't lying to him

His ability to trust is practically in the ground

The moment you turn the wrong way, he's up and chasing after you

Were you that dumb? You knew he watched you every time you got up from bed

He grabs your wrist quickly and points a knife at your throat as a threat

He can't bring himself to actually hurt you though, not that you knew that

Or did you?

Because you just stand there not even moving away from the blade

Billy becomes very confused

He takes his hand and begins to wake it in front of your face, looking for some sort of reaction

You don't give him one

Are you still... asleep?

He shakes you a bit until you finally look at him, confusion written all over your face

You're a sleepwalker, aren't you?

He just rolls his eyes annoyed and drags you back to bed, not explaining anything

Just another thing he needs to look out for now

You sometimes wake up to bruises on your hips and waist from how hard Billy holds you in the night, but he's just trying to protect you, right?

He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just refuses to lose another person in his life

Stu Macher

Stu literally sleeps on you, so it's nearly impossible for you to leave the bed most nights

But if you somehow wiggle your way out, you wouldn't make it outside the house

The windows have been nailed so that they only open a small amount

When he finds you the next morning, curled up under a partially opened window, he just smiles

Call it naive, but he just assumes you were getting too warm in the bed

When you wake up in a confused state however, he becomes concerned

What do you mean you don't remember opening that window?

He honestly just becomes more worried that there's something wrong with your memory rather than you trying to leave him

He'll likely talk to Billy about it

He just hears laughter from the other end of the phone

"Sounds like they sleep walk," he'd say

Stu does a bunch of research on it later

He doesn't really mind though

All of the unsafe objects are already hidden away, and every possible exit is locked down

You aren't going anywhere

If anything, he finds it fun to wake up some mornings and look around for you

It's like a game, and Stu loves games

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