A few hours later you're sitting out on a bench swing looking at the sunset. It's beautiful colors melting together to create a beautiful painted sky. You hear footsteps approaching and Bubba soon sits down next to you.

"Oh um hi Bubba is it?" You ask and he nods. You notice he's holding his hand it there appears to be blood on it. "Oh is your hand ok?" He shakes his head. You go to touch it and he groans. "Let me see, I can help." He moves his hand and you see a large cut on the top of his fingers. "Oh poor boy let's get this cleaned up." You get up and so does he. You take him you your room blood dripping along the way. You open your bag and pull out a first aid kit.

"Ok sit in the floor for me." He sits and you open the kit. You clean the cut with alcohol and he pulls his hand back with a loud grunt. "It's gonna hurt ok just let me fix this for you." You take his hand and finish cleaning the cut. You wrap it up for him and pat his hand. "There, does that feel better?" You ask. He nods.

"Can you talk?" He shakes his head. You frown. "I'm sorry Bubba. Can you write?" He shakes his head again. "Well how about I just ask yes or no questions." He nods. "Alright you know my name right?" You ask. Be nods and attempts to say it but it sounds more like a long moan. "It's ok Bubba." You put your hand on your shoulder and hear yelling from downstairs."

"Where the hell have you too been? It's almost dark out!" Drayton yells.

"W-w-we we're out getting m-m-meat." Someone says.

"Where the hells Chop tops?" Drayton yells.

"I've got something better!" He says. You hear a thump on the ground.

"Leather face get the hell down here!" Drayton yells. Bubba gets up and you do too. He motions you to stay in the room and he runs downstairs. You sigh and shut the door. You start unpacking and a good amount of time passed when you finished. You notice it got quiet downstairs. You open your door and walk downstairs into a living room. You notice some bone art all around the room. You go to look closer at one of them.

You study the white bones. They look small, like ones you've seen from fried chicken. You think maybe they just like taxidermy or something. You continue on looking now at a wall full of animals taxidermy heads. "Holy shit..." You whisper to yourself. You get closer to one head of a deer. Looking in its eyes going out to reach it. Before you can you feel something wrap around your underarms and pull you back. You hear laughter and you see a man with dried blood on his face in a green shirt and army pants looking back at you laughing holding a straight razor.

"We got some good meat now huh Chop top?" He says getting closer to you. You struggle and scream.

"W-w-we sure do now. Let's get it over with so we can have him tomorrow." The person holding you says. The man cuts your shirt in half exposing your torso. He starts to slash at your stomach a bit as the two men laugh. You keep screaming and start kicking him away. Bubba quickly rushes in and shoved the man away. The man holding you let's go and you run away looking back. Bubbas tackling the Guy in the army pants and a guy in a purple shirt and an brown vest is trying to pry him off. Everyone is yelling and you fell tears start to fall from your eyes.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Drayton yells running in. Bubba gets up and rushes over to you.

"We were just getting him Drayton." The army pants guy says.

"Nubbins you baffon that's y/n the boy I was telling you about!" Drayton hits him on the back of his head. "Now look at what the hell you did to him!" You touch your stomach and look at your bloody hand.

"I'll be upstairs in the bathroom..." You take off your ruined shirt and ball it up to catch the blood running from your cuts. You grab your first aid kit and walk into the bathroom. You wash your hands and start to clean your cuts. Soon Bubbas at the door. "Hi Bubba. I'm ok don't worry." You're wrapping gauze around your cuts and he touches your shoulder.

"sssssowrrrey.." He says. You finish cleaning yourself up and you smile.

"Bubba it's ok just don't force yourself to talk ok?" He nods and takes your ruined bloody shirt.

"Bubba and Y/n Dinners ready!" Drayton yells. You go to your room put on a shirt and get ready for dinner.