#quit actin like a bitch and makin up excuses ➸ hurt with no comfort

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im so sorry about my absence!! i've been a little busy so i haven't been able to get to requests but i promise i'll start working on them again around this weekend!! instead here's a book i wrote a while ago about the twins to keep you guys fed! i also wrote it on a computer with auto caps so if its a little different from my writing style please forgive me..i also got a bit lazy toward the end i apologize! warning for tcm spoilers kinda choptop coming home

Bobby sighed heavily, finally getting off the plane. He was glad he was able to finally be done with the war. Of course, he only served about three years but missed his family - what can he say? Not only that, but he missed his records. According to the letters his twin sent, he kept them safe in the room they used to share. He was the only one to write.

Drayton, his oldest brother, was supposed to pick him up from the airport. It was a fairly long drive, but he didn’t mind. Apparently, while he was gone, they set themselves up well. Made a name for the family. Drayton won the best chili competition twice! Twice!

The short man scrambled around baggage claim, quickly grabbing his stuff before waiting outside for his brother. He got odd looks, of course. Nothing new. He had gained a metal plate in his head during his time serving - the result of a piece of his head being cut (getting a chunk of your head cut with a machete really freakin’ hurts!)

About 20 minutes passed before a blue Chevrolet c-10 Silverado pulled in front of him, his brother in the driver’s seat.

Bobby tilted his head, pulling the passenger door open and slipping into the seat. “This is new,” he stated, slamming the door shut and setting his bags in the back seat.

Drayton grinned at him “like it?”

He laughs softly, nodding. He looked around the truck. “Where’s bubba? And nubbins?”

The way drayton’s expression fell didn't go unnoticed by the veteran. “Oh.” he started, shifting the truck into drive and moving out of the way of others. “..they’re at home,” he answered simply. “Taking care of Grandpa.”

That made sense. Grandpa needed someone to watch him. He was old.

He gave a soft nod.

The two fell into a comfortable silence (for the younger, at least). It was fairly unusual for the sawyers to be quiet but bobby was tired and drayton had too many thoughts in his head.

How would he react when he found out what happened?

“Now- bobby..uh..you realize some things have..changed..since you left.” Drayton tried to be careful with his words. It wasn’t all the time he was soft with his younger brothers but-..this felt different. He had just been through war. He watched his friends die right in front of him. On top of that - nubbins had-

“I know!” he smiles at him. “I-I’m quite ready to see what you guys have been cookin’!!” 

There it was. That quietness.

“Yknow, i made a friend.” bobby mentions softly. “He always called me chop top. Gave it to me in the hosp-hospital!”

Drayton just nods.

“He was real sweet, gave me one of his records - he did! A-a Beatles one! ‘Sargeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band’.” he leaned back slightly, “that’s the one with the song that people say is related to LSDs!!” he grins, looking over to his brother as he rests his hands behind his head. “Though it actually originated from John Lennon’s son’s drawing.”

Drayton let him ramble on, letting him be happy for the moments before the storm.

He couldn't focus on what Bobby was saying, just staring blankly at the road.

“That’s nice, Bobby.” He mumbled.

The younger frowned, watching him. “You’re being awfully quiet.” He spoke softly, his eyes full of worry as he stared.

Drayton swallowed hard “don’t worry about it, boy.” 10 minutes. Just 10 more minutes.

The truck fell silent again. More of an uncomfortable silence now.

It didn’t take long for the duo to get there. Home.

“What happened?” bobby asked as he set his shaky hand on the door handle.

“It’s a long story.” Drayton grumbled, shutting the truck off before opening his own side’s door and stepping out.

Bobby followed soon after, retrieving his bags from the back seat. He meets his brother at the front door, grinning. He was excited to see the rest of his family. Especially his twin. He doesn’t know how to explain it but they’re..connected. Not just by blood but it feels like they can finish each other’s thoughts without even needing context. 

Twins can read each others mind. His sergeant had said when they were eating lunch. Hell yeah. They could do that.

Drayton sighs heavily as he opened the door. “Welcome home, Bobby.”

The taller quickly ran into the house “bubba!” he shouts “nubbins!!”

There was a loud clatter. Then excited screaming. Then out came bubba, all grown up; wearing a fancy new tie and a yellow rubber apron and..

Bobby was tackled, pulled into a tight hug. Bubba babbled out sobs, squeezing him much too tight. 

“Hi bubba!” he laughs, wrapping his arms around his brother’s large frame. If you ask if he cried, he’d obviously say no..but he’s lying. Tears were shed as he held his younger brother. “You’ve grown!” he pointed out, grinning at him.

Bubba nods quickly, moving off and standing to show his height growth. Choptop chuckled and stood beside him “almost as tall as me, bub!”

Drayton smiled at the two, staying quiet.

“Where’s nubs?” Choptop suddenly asked, looking around “he ain’t surprising me is he?” The tall veteran searched the remains of the home, calling his twin’s name “Nubbins! Nubbins!! Fuck are you?!”

The eldest brother watched as Choptop called for his twin. He knew he had to tell him but how would he? Bobby would lose his mind if he found out. Drayton knew he would eventually find the corpse. He didn’t dare toss it. Not without Bobby saying goodbye first.

His first clue of his twin’s disappearance was the way Bubba looked at Cook. He was scared. Not just scared to be yelled at or hit like normal but scared of something else. Had Drayton done something to him while he was away?

Drayton had been unusually quiet. Was it because he was guilty of something? Did he do something to Nubbins? Bobby started to get worried. Not to mention how frustrated he was. Why couldn’t they just tell him dammit?! Where was his twin?? “He’s gone.” Cook spoke up.

Bobby’s eyes watered. Gone? Like - gone to town? Gone hitchhiking? Dead?

He saw a lot of death in Vietnam. Whether it be his own men or the enemies. This was different. This was his twin. The man who had been there with him since they were born. The boy who slept in the same bed as him; right side, facing the wall, hugging a pillow, hogging the blankets. If Nubbins was dead who the hell was gonna force him to have to get up and sleep with a quilt? Who was gonna kick him awake in his sleep?

“He..he aint dead right?” 

Bobby’s voice cracked. He wasn’t used to speaking with such urgency. He’s not used to losing his spark - his chipper tone he always held when he experienced something terrible. No, he was panicked. His voice shook as he asked his question, hoping - praying -  the answer would be a simple no. There had to be an explanation. Nubbins couldn’t be dead.

The silence told him everything he needed to know. No one would speak to him. Bobby choked on his sobs, instead changing his question to: “Where is he?”

Cook pointed to the stairs. He had left Nubbins on the twins’ bed. Undisturbed. He was peaceful even after what he had gone through. Bubba cowered, moving to the side as Choptop sprinted up the stairs. He took a sharp left. The other two didn’t follow. He needed his moment alone. 

Bobby slammed the door to their room open, flinging himself at the bed. He wrapped his skinny arms around his twin’s rotting body. The smell was awful. Nothing he hadn’t experienced before. “Nubbins!” He cried, forcing the covers off of the body. He held his twin close to his body, sob after sob wracking through his chest. He felt awful. He was supposed to be the responsible twin. He was supposed to be the one protecting his brother - even when Drayton was away. He knew Nubbins was harder to care for. He took on the challenge. And he failed.

He had been gone 3 years. He was only 25. Nubbins was only 25. God knows how long he’s just been sitting here. Choptop muttered to himself, begging Nubbins to wake up. It was like those nights again. Back when they were kids and when Bobby would have a bad dream. Nubbins always held him tight and Bobby did the same when Nubbins had a nightmare. He always held Nubbins close, made sure he would stop crying before Drayton or Ma came upstairs.

“I’ve - I’ve got you Nubs.” He whispered, face buried in the rotting hair. “Y-you’re okay. I’m home.”

It wasn’t until a week later that Drayton and Bubba saw Choptop. He had been keeping himself tucked away in his room since he found out. Somewhere he was safe. With someone he felt safe with. A corpse he felt safe with. Choptop trudged down the stairs, his usual cheery and manic tone back in action. He held the corpse close to his side. Drayton was in the kitchen at the time, cooking some poor soul into chili. “M-me n’ Nubbins are gonna go out!” He called. Drayton glanced over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed.

“What the hell?” Bobby already had the door open before he could say anything more. “Let’s haul butt, bro!”

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RUSTYNAILSHIPPING DRABBLE

i might make these into a little series..like a small thing leading up to the scott tibbs documentary... stacy is the lead singer for WOTG! shes an oc and you can find her on @wr4th-of-the-gods :)

scott sighs as he flips open his phone. he was lying out on the couch he once shared with his best buddy. his buddy who has been missing for months. by this point, scott was sure he was dead..but he didnt want it to be true. so like anyone in denial, he copes. usually with another rolled up joint or another swig of stolen shitty beer.

the phone rang. that dumb little ringtone he had set for adam. he waited. and waited. and waited. scott wouldnt admit the small part of him that hoped and prayed the boy would answer. he never admitted to his feelings toward adam. they were gross. they made him vulnerable. he cant be vulnerable. not when he had a front to uphold.

the call went to voicemail. its been doing that since adam had first gone missing. the only sign of where that stupid boy was had to be a fucking new report didnt it? he remembers trying not to cry as lark told him the news.

"adams gone missing. news is saying it was a jigsaw game.." lark had told him. "some guy made it out. lawrence gordon. yknow him?"

of course he knew fucking lawrence gordon. that was that freak adam told him he had to take pics of. that cheating son of a bitch. did he kill adam? maybe he was the fucker that put him in that damn room. he left adam to fucking die. he fucking killed adam!

since then, scotts felt a deep hatred for this stupid doctor guy. if he saw that blonde bastard, he'd learn the other reason scott wore rings.

he waited for that stupid beep. "hey adam." he choked out, hating how his voice cracked. "i uh..i miss you a lot man. i dont even know if you have your fuckin' phone..this is stupid." he paused. a long, depressing pause. "…please call me if you can."

he hung up, setting down the phone with a long drawn out sigh. what was he going to do? adam was gone and he was alone.

scott hated being alone. hes never felt truly alone since he met adam and now…now he feels like hes lost everything. his everything. he felt ike his life purpose was stripped away from him and he doesnt know what to do or how to feel.

he could hear his bandmates in the other room. they were supposed to be practicing for their next gig but scott couldnt bring himself to get up, let alone rock out. they said they understood how he felt but he knew they didnt. how could they understand?

the rocker sat up, his head in his hands. he wouldnt cry. he cant cry. not over adam. he heard a voice behind him, high pitched. he didnt register what was said and personally, he couldnt care less. fuck them.

the weight on the couch shifted as someone sat down. a gentle hand was on his shoulder. he knew who it was - stacy. the girl of the group. he moved his arm sharply, forcing her away from his space. "fuck off!" he shouted, his words missing the bite they usually had.

"scott.." she whispered, "whats going on? youre not yourself." she didnt know who he fucking was! she didnt know shit!

scott stood from his seat, grabbing his phone and the keys to his truck. "shut the fuck up! god- you all are so-..so fucking annoying! all i want is a moment of peace in this fucking house!" he opened the front door, slamming it shut behind himself.

no one dared to go after him, even if he silently wished they would. fuck, what happened to him? one god damn person goes missing and suddenly hes a pathetic loser who doesnt know how to fucking take care of himself or his stupid pussy feelings.

his truck shifted under his weight as he climbed in, gripping the wheel with such force that his knuckles whitened under his grip. he stayed still for a long moment, catching the breath he didnt know he was holding.

"FUCK!" he screamed into the night air, banging his forehead against the top of his steering wheel. he groaned immediately after, his hand pressed to his forehead as pulled away from the wheel. what the hell was he thinking?

in all truth, he wasnt thinking. he couldnt think of anything else besides that stupid photographer. it's been that was for so long. scott doesnt know why hes so fucking desperate for adam to come back. it's like no one fucking cared. his best friend since the age of 5 was missing and no one cared but himself.

he would think adam's brothers would give some sort of shit but he's heard nothing. blinking away the tears in his eyes, scott pulled the truck door shut, staring out the window and into the night sky. he furrowed his brows, thinking hard about his next move.

what was this jigsaw guy even about? why did he choose adam of all people? hell, scott wouldve been a better player than him! at least he had the balls to complete some challenge. he could cut off his own foot if he needed to.

he looked at his phone, picking it up again. it was stupid but it was his coping. who the fuck had any right to judge him about his coping? he was scott tibbs! he knew what he fuckin needed. he dialed adams number again.

and he waited. and waited. and waited.

'youve reached adam faulkner, im not able to come to the phone right now…'

scotts fingers tightened around his phone at that stupid voice.

'uh..yeah. you know what to do.'

he waited for the beep, his eyes burning with the effort to not cry. scott covered his mouth with his hand, staring out the windshield.

"i miss you." was all he said at first, his voice cracking.

"i miss you more than youd ever know, ads. im-.." scott paused. he shouldnt be saying this. what if the others get hold of his phone? whatever. fuck them. "im nothing without you. i get that now. i- i cant sleep, cant play, cant think without you. please come home."

i love you is how he wanted to end it, but he wouldnt let anyone know that. not even adam himself. if he was even alive anymore.

credit to @djarrex for the silly little dividers <3

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✧•〰〰•★ MASTERLIST ✧•〰〰•★

wanted this to be fairly organized..here's a small key! [title + link]; type of book - request red text means it is a WIP! orange/yellow text are requests that i have yet to start

these are mostly just so I can keep track of whats done or not..

TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

How would Choptop react to going to the dentist?; scenario idea - request

Choptop coming home; angst

Twins Threesome; smut, angst? (reader is murdered..) - request

Sawyers in High School; headcanons, angst, fluff - request

SCREAM

Stu/Sidney; fluff - request

SAW

Adam Faulkner x fem!reader; fluff, angst, hurt and comfort - request

Scott Tibbs/Adam Faulkner (RustyNailShipping); angst, hurt no comfort, potential series, drabble

[one-annon]

hi I'm annon!!

I started tumblr as a artist but I guess I'm moving onto my writing too - I ask you to please be patient because I'm new to writing x readers n such but I will try my best!!

it's been quite a while since I wrote but I can do like 1k to 2k? longer than that might be a little hard for me (｀□´) my current hyperfixation; saw series!

next movie on my list; silence of the lambs!

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sawyer family (including the game characters!) - texas chainsaw massacre

hewitt family - texas chainsaw masscre remake

jason voorhees - friday the 13th series

michael myers (og and rz) - halloween series

laurie strode/angel myers (og and rz) - halloween series

billy lenz - black christmas 1974 (i will do 2006 version but mostly the 1974 version)

brahms heelshire - the boy

carrie white (and friends) - carrie (og and remakes)

scream team (billy, stu, randy, etc) - scream series (ive only seen 1 and 2 but im making my way through)

harry warden - my bloody valentine (og and remake)

sinclair brothers - house of wax

firefly family - house of 1000 corpses trilogy

dbd characters - dead by daylight

saw characters - any movie! this includes the scott tibbs documentary and saw .5!

herbert west and dan cain - reanimator

patrick bateman - american psycho

anyone else you can think of! I'll try my best to learn the character :) these are just everyone I can think of at the moment! I'll do killers and survivors but I know people are more obsessive over the killers lmao

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anything really..I don't have too many boundaries. I can do anything from hcs, scenarios (i.e. how would ____ react to ____?), smut, fluff, angst...the whole works

and even if you're willing to rant to me about your ocs I could whip up a oc x canon story! :)

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really not a lot to add here? maybe like...toilet related stuff for nsfw..

just the usuals - no incest (MAYBE for the sawyers since they are canonically inbred but its very situational), p3dophilia, b3astiality, etc etc

MASTERLIST!

GENERAL TAGS; #MANN GEGEN MANN! ➸ OOC/ANNON (also used for my rp blogs!) ↪ mann gegen mann - rammstein

#AND I KNOW WHY YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY MOTH MAN ➸ annons moths ↪ moth man - dirty bynum

#SEARCHIN! SEEK AND DESTROY! ➸ annons art ↪ seek & destroy - metallica

FANDOM TAGS;

#game over! ➸ saw writes ↪ jigsaw, apprentices

#its a scream baby! ➸ scream writes ↪ stu macher

#you fudgepackers'll be the death of me yet! ➸ TCM writes ↪ drayton sawyer

#hey paul! ➸ american psycho writes ↪ patrick bateman

#hes dead?/not anymore... ➸ reanimator writes ↪ dan cain/herbert west

WRITING TAGS;

#HEY HEY HEY HEY! HEY STOOPID! ➸ annon writes ↪ hey stoopid! - alice cooper

#I WASNT EVEN A BILL I WAS JUST AN IDEA ➸ annons hcs ↪ im just a bill - school house rock (cover by deluxx folk implosion) #keeping our eyes close to whats going on on the screen ➸ angst writes ↪ slumber - sløtface

#ive got to have faith faith faith ➸ hurt with comfort writes ↪ faith - george michael (and cover by limp bizkit)

#quit actin like a bitch and makin up excuses ➸ hurt with no comfort ↪ i wish i was a riot grrrl - destructo disk

#call me on the line call me anytime ➸ fluff writes ↪ call me - blondie

#rein raus rein raus ➸ smut writes ↪ rein raus - rammstein

#so much for the golden future i cant even start ➸ annons drabbles ↪ breaking the law - judas priest

yeah! thats kinda it! I'll try to reply and write out requests as fast as I can

credit to; @strangergraphics for the awesome dividers!

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