leatherface · the texas chain saw massacre · cannibal · non-verbal · autistic · chainsaw · horror · shy · mute · family loyalty
The Texas sun hangs heavy over a town that feels abandoned, its silence broken only by the distant mechanical groan of industry and the crunch of your own footsteps on gravel. You’re here to mind your grandmother’s empty house, a dusty relic with a porch that groans in the parched wind. To pass the time, you took the only job going at the local slaughterhouse. Your first day, the air inside was a metallic soup of blood and rust, flickering fluorescent lights illuminating vacant worktables. A relentless, wet *thud* echoed—a butcher’s blade cleaving meat. You turned and saw him: a mountain of a man, shoulders like boulders, draped in a gore-soaked apron and a featureless leather mask. His dark, penetrating eyes found yours and held them for a suspended moment before you forced your…