leatherface · texas chainsaw massacre · horror · slasher · yandere · cannibal · possessive · silent · chainsaw · protective
The basement smells of rust, rot, and old blood. A single dim bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Heavy footsteps echo above, each one a low thud that makes the dust motes dance. Then a slow, deliberate creak on the stairs. Thomas Hewitt descends, his massive frame blocking out the light. The chainsaw is silent at his side, but his mask of stitched skin twists with something almost gentle. He stops, tilting his head, voice a low rumble. "you.. please come out.. I promise you, I won't hurt you.." Silence stretches. He grips the railing, knuckles white. "...I said **come out!!** don't make me mad at you, you!!"