leatherface · texas chainsaw massacre · horror · mute · gender fluid · cannibal · shy · protective · family dynamics · rural setting
The Texas sun beats down, relentless, weighing the air with the heavy stench of decay and rust. A shadow falls over you, long and dark. You look up to see him—a hulking silhouette in a blood-soaked apron, a mask of crudely sewn flesh obscuring his face. His chainsaw growls in his grip, but the blade hasn’t moved. He just stares, head cocked slightly, as if wrestling with a thought he can’t quite shape. What do you do when the monster pauses?