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small-sinclair · 9 months ago

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Locked Doors

For: @redwinexneverfine and @sup-im-blue

Based off of this video

Recovering!Johnny x Julie

Tw: blood, murder of a character, knife, hurt to comfort, not proofread

Johnny’s excitement got to him as he ran after the girl. He could hear her breathing and could taste her heartbeat in his teeth. He never felt more excited for a kill, for the right to kill this one. He got to her sister, so it’s fitting that he ended her, too. That’s what he does, he ends bloodlines. He always loved it when his meal ran. Made his hunger and victory more sweeter.

“It’s play time!” He shouts happily with a broken smile on his face. He twirls his knife as he corners his kill. He couldn’t see her face but that’s alright; all the faces were a blur to him now. He could imagine how scared she was, but he didn’t account for her to lunge at him to fight.

He laughs as he wrestles with her arms as she fought to push him away. She swung her fist but he dodged the pushes her against the wooden beam. “That it,” he laughed, “hit me! Fight me!”

But it was the end of the line for her as he took his knife and aimed it over her heart. With a quick slash and curve, he carved a ‘J’ in her skin. He was laughing as he pulled the girl close as he dug his blade into her lungs.

“That’s it! Die for me!” He shouts, hold her close by her neck. He smirks and lets out a growl as his vision clears to see her face though he didn’t care to know how she was. As soon as her face came in, his blood went cold and his stomach dropped. “…Julie?” He looked at her fading smile as she fell to her knees. “No… no, no no no no!”

“You are still a monster.” He spun and saw a dead brown hair girl from before. He steps back as he felt knives plunging into his chest. “You’ll never change.”

“Stop—!”

“Never!” Her voice screamed.

The last thing he saw a his knife fly into his mouth.

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Johnny woke up screaming as he jumped out of bed, pulling his knife. His shirt was torn off and the sheets mangled and knotted. Sweat poured from his face as he tried to gather his thoughts, but all his heart was too loud. He looked around and waited for her ghost to come to him but he was alone… until he heard Julie’s hurried steps and opening the door after unlocking it.

She wore a light blue night gown that stopped at her knees. Her hair was falling out of a messy braid as she flipped on the light, turning on the lamp on Johnny’s nightstand. It made him flinch and back away from her. He grunted as he pointed the knife at her but lowered it as fear filled her eyes. The knife slips away from his fingers and landed on the bed.

He breaths out slowly and shakenly. “Sorry,” he murmured, running his fingers through his hair. “Sorry.”

Julie shook her head. “What was that all about?” She tilts her head. “My sister again?” He nods as he picks up his knife, closed it, and placed it on the nightstand. She shook her head and came to his side.

They stayed silent as nature reclaimed the space between them. He put his head into his hands as he tried to gather his thoughts and feelings. It was spinning too fast in the room and the air was too thick. His mouth felt dry as the cravings grew again. Flesh and the need to feel bones on his teeth called him like a cigarette called a smoker. He couldn’t go back like that. He made it this far to give up!

His body jolted suddenly when a called hand traced a scar on his shoulder. He shot a look that could kill, but his muscles relaxed when he saw Julie.

“Where’d you get this one?” She asked, looking at his shoulder.

Johnny inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. “A fight with some college boy,” he admitted. “He was, uh… gonna hurt Nubbins while my uncle was injured bad.”

“Weren’t you scared?” She asked as her eyes looked over his chest and scars.

“Naw,” He chuckles sadly to himself. “Family first, ya know?”

She lifted his head to look at her and placed a kiss over his scarred eye. He doesn’t deserve her kindness. He doesn’t deserve her.

Julie helps him lie down and puts his blanket over him. “Feel better?”

He nods.

Just as she stood to leave him, his hand caught hers. Surprised, she looks back but follows his guided hand to sit down.

“‘M sorry for all the pain I caused,” he said loud enough for her to hear. “I’m sorry for your pain.”

“Johnny, we’ve been over this,” Julie groaned. “Nancy killed my sister. She turned you into a monster, a killer!”

“I tried to keep her safe!” He went on. “I-I really didn’t want to hurt! Honest!” He smiled to himself as her memory flooded. “She was t’nicest gal ever…” his voice trailed, “then Mama took her away. I couldn’t protect her.”

Every day he tells her more about her sister. Everyday she see a bit of a human inside him. “I know, I know. I read her journal pages.” Julie lifted his face up. “I still am learning to forgive you, Johnny, but I can tell you this,” her hand grips his, “you’re getting better.”

He took a deep breath in and nodded. “Ok… okay, I believe you.”

Julie held his hand until she felt him slip back into sleep. Despite everything, he was getting better. Although she didn’t know why she kissed his scar, it almost felt right, it felt felt like he needed it. He’s kissed her a couple of times when she was panicking and under too much stress, and that worked for her. It made her feel confused for herself and Johnny. All she knew is he would die for her. He’s said that a few times.

Julie looks at the door then at him. For now, she’ll let him sleep. Tomorrow, she’ll help him recover more from killing and flesh. For now, she’ll just hope he’ll be human once again. She left the room and locked the door. One day the door will be unlocked, but it won’t. Never. Not now.

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connie-taylor · 1 year ago

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i want to see ana as the final girl so bad. need to see her absolutely kick the shit out of johnny.

i know that they all die in canon as the game takes place prior to the movie, but i can dream.

pls forgive my writing, it's been a long time since i've really dabbled in writing anything and it's 3:30am so i know there is a ton of errors probably but i needed to get this out!

ur a real one if u peep the taylor swift lyric i included too lmao

"i've got you now, girl."

a moment ago, she was sure she was dead.

terrifingly strong hands had been wrapped around her throat, crushing her airway. she had panicked, her nails scratching desperately at her throat, drawing blood from her attacker. he had laughed loudly, taunting her as her feet kicked against the concrete wall, desperate to find footing. her vision had begun to swim before her eyes, the familiar sting of tears coating her lashes.

ana had let go of johnny's hands in her last moments of consciousness, grabbing blindly at the wall and window ledge behind her. the world had begun to fade to black, and a chill crept slowly across her body. her fingers had grazed something cold - it had stung as she clasped it tight in her hand, but the pain felt miles away. her eyes fluttering shut, she had swung the object as hard as she could in a last second attempt to live. a curse and hiss of pain slipped from johnny's lips, and she felt the brute force on her neck disappear.

ana fell to the floor hard, her knees buckling beneath her as she inhaled raggedly. gasping, the world around her spun, and dizziness threatened to send her fully to the ground. but the sound of johnny to her left sent adrenaline coursing through her. she rose on shaking feet, her vision clearing slowly.

johnny was on the ground in front of her, blood pooling from the side of his neck as his hands tried unsuccessfully to stop the bleeding. he was swearing and grunting in pain, trying to get to his feet when he saw her stand.

she was faster.

ana lunged at him, grabbing the knife he had terrorized her and her friends with for days from the ground beside him before he could properly sit up. she slammed into him, the knife sliding cleanly through his shoulder as he howled in pain. his hands flew from his neck onto her shoulders, trying to shove her back, but she ripped the knife free and swung again. the skin on his hand split open, a violent red crevice marred the calloused skin.

johnny's right hand grasped at the left, gasping in pain as the knife plunged into his forearm once, twice. ana rammed the blade back against his chest once more, the blow knocking the man backward, his head slamming down onto the cold floor of the slaughterhouse with a sickening crack. she didn't stop. her mind was clouded with the acts of cruelty she had seen him inflict on her friends.

the piercing shrieks from julie, bound at the wrists, hung from the basement rafters, as the group helplessly watched johnny circle her like prey, the blade of his knife dragging across her skin slowly.

the enraged curses from danny, spit and blood spewing from him lips as he swung, held up by thick rope tied around his hands as johnny slashed at his arms, his chest, his back.

the pleading whimpers from connie, arms and feet tied behind her back on the floor, as she begged him not to beat her anymore. the sickening thud of his boots meeting her back, her torso, the nauseating snap of her ribs fracturing.

the quiet cries of sonny who tried to keep his fear and pain hidden as he curled up in the corner of the room, arms wrapped tight as he tried to self sooth, blood oozing from a wound on his thigh.

the furious threats leland had spat at johnny the entire time, and the pained sobs as johnny beat him and drove his knife deep into his shoulder.

johnny had hurt her as well. her skin showed the signs of abuse - bruises bloomed across her skin, wounds scabbed over, some still trickling blood, and her entire body ached. despite this, her pain was the furthest thing from her mind. of course, she was angry at him for hurting her, but he had hurt her friends and her sister, and that was more than enough reason to want him dead.

ana straddled his torso and drove the knife downward as quickly as she could, in between his ribs. johnny moaned in pain, blood bubbling out of his mouth as he coughed, staring at the knife in surprise. she threw her arm back and brought the knife down again and again and again. he choked on his own blood. it coated his lips and teeth as he managed a sneer up at her. he looked almost impressed.

he spit to the side, thick red blood splattered onto the floor beside him as he turned his eyes back to her. a wet, raspy chuckle came from him as he watched her raise her blood-soaked arm again.

"sure you wanna go through with this? once you watch someone die, you ain't never the same after that," he mused, coughing again, a rattle of phlegm and blood spewing from his lips. ana's chest clenched tight as his words, a white hot burst of rage flashing before her eyes.

"like you said...family first, asshole!"

coated in dirt and bruises, her face and hair damp with blood (her own? her friends? johnnys?), she knew it had to be this way. her brown eyes were wild with hatred as she shrieked, plunging the knife down one final time. she forced it down into his chest with all the strength she could muster. she was small, but the grief and fury fueled her, and she twisted the knife, putting her entire weight onto the handle, as she raised herself up on her knees. johnny inhaled sharply once, his hands raised as if to pull the knife away before they collapsed at his side. his gutteral sounds stopped with a final, deep exhale. his head lulled to the side, and the life drained from his eyes.

ana watched, her chest rising and falling as she panted, exhausted by the exertion and the pain. she felt something well up deep inside of her when she realized he was gone. she cried out - wasn't this what she wanted, to take the life of the man who lured her sister to her demise, the man who tortured and hurt her friends? she knew that it was, yet her pain remained. her heart was broken, the despair so strong she felt it physically. she didn't know if anyone else was alive, they had been separated after the first few days, and she hadn't seen them since they broke out of the basement at the house - the last she had heard was her friends fighting with the monsters who had held them captive as johnny had chased her from the home.

her stomach lurched as she shakily stood, coughing up bile and stomach acid as she staggered away from johnny's body. she wiped her mouth with the back of her arm, only to feel warmth on her lips. she glanced down at her trembling hands, and her stomach rolled again. her arm was slick with dark blood, and she quickly used the bottom of her shirt to wipe her mouth clean. the nausea remained, but there was nothing left in her to expel. the family had kept them starving and dehydrated, had weakened them in the basement. ana swallowed the lump in her throat as she stepped out of the sliding metal door of the slaughterhouse, into the downpour outside. the rain fell straight down in a heavy torrent, drenching her in seconds. the tear streaks in the blood on her face slowly disappeared as the water washed over her.

numb, her vision blurred with rain and her tears as she stumbled down the concrete steps. as her feet touched the ground, she collapsed into the mud, a sob wrenched from her chest. the dirt around her became tinged red in seconds as the blood ran off of her body. she felt a hot burning deep within her chest, as if she held an inferno inside of her. the reality out here was far too cruel to handle on her own. she felt as though she were dying. her hand clutched at her chest as she sobbed, her head lowered, wet hair obscuring the horrific landscape around her. her lip quivered, and she suddenly felt so small and so alone - this had been all her fault.

it's all your fault, ana.

her mind betrayed her, and the guilt slammed into her as she knelt in the mud, curled up, small, like a wounded animal. maria had already been gone for so long. why hadn't she gone to look for her sooner? why had she held on to any hope of finding her alive, finding her safe, somehow tucked away with a friend she made while taking photos? how stupid she felt. how did she let any of this happen? all she wanted was to find maria, to bring her home and back to the people who loved her.

instead, selfishly, she had led her friends straight into the hands of the devil.

it was as if a dam broke inside her. everything she had held in - for her mother, for herself, for her friends - since maria disappeared was ripped out of her. the reality came crashing down as she struggled to inhale, only to be met almost painfully with gasping, suffocating sobs. it was all too much. she wasn't strong enough for this. she was barely eighteen, still felt like a child. her fingers grasped at her chest as if she were attempting to tear her misery out from inside. throat raw, her battered body shuddered with each violent wail, drowned out by the sheet of rain that fell around her.

lost in insurmountable grief, she barely heard the cry of relief or the soft, uneven footsteps that approached her. barely felt the gentle hand on her exposed shoulder. faintly, ana heard worried murmurs and pained, labored breathing. she felt a million miles away from herself, hidden away in a dark corner in the back of her mind. as if she were watching a film through her own eyes. she vaguely registered the feeling of strong, wide arms wrapping around her in a warm, reassuring embrace.

her initial panic at the contact dimmed as the blood rushing in her ears began to slow, her head lifting as she squinted through the rain. several figures surrounded her, some leaned on each other, some stood alone, and two kneeled down in front of her. she couldn't focus, couldn't make out what was being said to her. the words ran together into an unintelligible mumble, but the voice was familiar, gentle, comforting. ana tried to reply, her throat hoarse, her mouth far too dry to form words. she licked her cracked lips and tried to speak again. the voices told her to save her energy, asked if she could stand. the one on her left said they thought they could carry her. she knew those voices anywhere. she blinked away the rain and tears desperate to see them, and let out another sob, this time of relief and happiness, as their faces swam into view.

her friends were alive... but what was left of them?

#tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #tcsm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #txcsm #ana flores #johnny slaughter #tcm johnny #leland mckinney #connie taylor #julie crawford #maria flores #tcm danny #im tagging everyone cuz they have a nice little cameo at the end.... cept poor maria of course #PLS BE KIND IM NOT A WRITER THERE ARE TONS OF MISTAKES ITS 3:30 AM AND I NEEDED TO POST THIS #super vague/hinted at leland x ana in here at the end btw

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