"It's a tie." Baby says sounding a little disappointed. I quickly raise my hand. "You can't vote!" Otis exclaims. "No one else can vote so I'm the tie breaker!" I exclaim back being a little louder than I meant to be. Otis gives me an odd sort of glare. "(Y/n) lives, c'mon (Y/n) let's have some girl time." Baby says grabbing my hand and pulling me into the hallway I just came from a moment ago. Bubba following close behind.

We walk past a few different doors. Some are broken, missing or decorated in some strange manner. There's a door with an old cutout of a clown face, the eyes are cut out like it was supposed to be worn as a mask. Then a door with pictures of musicians and a few celebrities from a while back in the 70's. A door with skin masks hung up with a few small blood smears and hand prints. Another door with only a crooked sign that says 'COOK' it looks like the door had been punched in leaving a giant dent. The next door has a colorful design painted over it, it's a woman half naked with giant tits with a knife in her chest screaming in pain. Then there's Baby's door, it has pictures and uncolored sketches of men with their eyes crossed out with black marker. It's fairly unsettling but it's not the most out of all the doors.

Baby opens her bedroom door and ushers me inside with Bubba still following. Her room is a little messy with clothes strewn about but besides that not bad.

It has a dark red and dark purple theme. Then I hear a muffled scream and there in the corner of her room I see three bloody tied up cheerleaders in torn uniforms with gags in their mouths cowering in a small corner. "Don't mind them they're just jealous that we're better friends." Baby says dismissively.

Baby sits me down in a chair by her bed. "He's Bubba by the way," she says pointing to the masked man. "But everyone calls him Leatherface." Leatherface gives me a cute little wave. I mentally 'aww' at how cute he is. "I'm (Y/n)." I say waving back.

Baby starts looking through a small assortment of nail polish on her vanity mirror. Her mirror is decorated like her door with pictures of boys with 'X's over their eyes then I notice a picture that was of a girl with skeleton face paint, the top half of the picture with her eyes is gone looking like it'd been ripped in half.

"So when'd you dye your hair?" Baby says still trying to find something. "I didn't." I say pulling my purple wig off. Baby looks up at the mirror and smiles seeing the reflection of me without my wig. "To be honest I like your (h/c) hair better than the wig." "Thanks." I say with a smile. Leatherface gives me a thumbs up of approval.

Baby turns around holding a small bottle of red nail polish and sits across from me. "So how'd you do it?" She says holding her hand out asking for mine. "Do what?" I put my hand in her hand and she unscrews the top of the nail polish. "Ya'know get them to argue like that. They usually just mind their own business and stay away from each other but you seem important to those two." Leatherface nods in agreement. Baby starts painting my nails being careful not to mess up.

"They'd never fight over someone unless. . . They must like you!" Baby exclaims excitedly. Leatherface seems a little nervous about this topic but doesn't say anything. "That's exactly what I was afraid of." I mumble to myself.

It's like I have this magnetic energy that killers specifically 'Slashers' are attracted to. As soon as they lay eyes on me they can't stop thinking about me, they can't stop daydreaming about the day I'll be thier's but I run only collecting more as I go. Is the world actually this overrun with killers and psychopath or did I just happen to move to a gold mine of killers?

"What're you gonna do?" Leatherface fidgets with his fingers still pretty nervous. I already know what I want to say 'Tell them 'no' and run away.' But that's not a good response so instead I say "T-tell them I don't f-feel the same and apologize?" Baby laughs and says "You're so cute when you stutter!" Suddenly there's a loud shatter from the living room. Then Baby said "Aw shit. What the fuck now?" Her tone sounds very annoyed I guess this is a normal assurance then.😅

Baby storms out of the room and into the hallway, not really waiting for us. Leatherface stands up and motions for me to follow. Leatherface walks into the hallway with me following close behind. He closes Baby's door behind me causing us to be really close Leatherface pays no mind to that or the red tint to my face and continues down the hallway. We walk into the living room only to find...

Someone broke a large green glass vase that held two very wilted roses. Standing next to the broken vase was Chop Top and Otis. Baby stands before the mess with a look of disappointment. "He did it." Chop Top says pointing at Otis. "Way to place the blame dipshit." Otis replies flipping off Chop Top. "God you two are so immature." Baby walks out of the room and returns with a broom and dust pan. She tosses both at Chop Top and he just barely catches them both. "Why do I have to clean it up?!" Chop Top complains. "Someone has to clean it up dipshit." Chop Top starts fuming with anger looking like he's about to strangle Otis. Chop Top lets out a sigh and kneels down to clean up the broken shards of glass and wilted roses.

B:"Wait where's (Y/n) gonna stay?" "There's a shifty motel down the road." Spaulding says suddenly, I didn't even know he was in the same room. 'Oh shit, I knew we didn't get far. It's just down the road.' B:"Don't we have a spare room?" O:"Not anymore, I turned that into an art gallery a while ago." "She could stay in one of our rooms!" Chop Top says a little too excitedly. "Naturally my room would be the first option but I think one of the cheerleaders will try something behind my back because they're jealous so it'll have to be one of you guys!" Baby sounds a little disappointed but it seems like she really cares about what happens to me. Everyone looks at me expectantly. I nervously ask "Can I see everyone's rooms first?" "Of course." Baby excitedly grabbing my hand and brings me back to the hallway with everyone else following behind.

We all stop at the first door with the clown mask. I go to open the door but Spaulding speaks "I'm having 'company' over tonight so you should check out the other rooms." We skip past Spaulding's door and go to the next door.

This door is the one covered in pictures of 70's musicians. Chop Top excitedly opens the door before me and ushers us (me, Spaulding, Baby, Leatherface and Otis.) inside. C:"This is my room!"

The walls are painted a bark blue with a few blood stains that couldn't quite be scrubbed away. The carpet is light gray surprisingly not having any blood stains on it, guess it's new.

There are pictures of dead animals, dead people and Chop Top posing next to dead people hung up on the wall next to his bed. A poster for a movie called 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' on the wall above the head of his bed. At the foot of Chop Top's bed is a wooden treasure chest covered in band stickers. A short bookshelf next to his bed with a fish tank on top of it, oddly no fish inhabit it's blue water.

There's a window with black curtains blocking any sunlight. There's a closet (not a wardrobe) with light brown doors through the cracks I can see a few tye dye t-shirts, a wooden baseball bat with some dark stains and a sledgehammer also stained with blood. 'Reminder don't do anything stupid to get my head caved in.'

There's a desk cluttered with paper tucked in the corner of the room next the closet and the door. A dresser on the opposite side of the door with figures of cartoon characters, superheroes and a deck of collectors cards of some kind. I nod and everyone moves out of the room and back into the hallway.

Next door is covered in masks made of flesh, this is the one I've been really worried about. I open the door and inside is a bloody horror scene. I gasp in shock. Hanging on every wall are flesh masks all sewn with black thread and wire. The walls are painted a very light yellow almost white and all the blood stains stick out like a sore thumb.

Leatherface's bed isn't very much, it's a normal twin sized bed a little small for a person of his height. His blanket is ripped and sewn back together in some places, but the pillowcase on his pillow has a cute purple hand embroidered flower on the corner.

There's a desk with somewhat neatly folded skin, a big spool (-->🧵) of black thread, an old desk lamp, sharp sewing scissors and halfway finished mask. There's a hook on the wall by the door holding a bloody apron.

Just like Chop Top's room Leatherface has a window, closet and dresser. Leatherface's window's curtains are drawn open showing that his window is barred. 'Drat.' Next to his desk is a chainsaw! I shakily nod and everyone leaves back into the hallway.

The next door says 'COOK' in all uppercase letters. B:"You should probably skip Cook, I don't think he likes you very much." (Y/n):"Is he that grumpy old man from before?" Chop Top slaps his hand over my mouth and says "Shh don't say that so loudly he might hear you!" Out of the corner of my eye I can see Otis' eye twitch about to snap because Chop Top touched me. I pull his hand off my mouth before Otis tries to kill him. "The next room is yours right Otis?" "Yeah." Otis grabs my forearm glaring daggers at Chop Top and pulls me over to the colorfully painted door and walk inside his room.

Otis' room is bigger than the other rooms and has two big windows. His bed is also bigger about queen sized, with white blankets, two pillows with white pillowcases.

A wooden counter on the right side of the room scattered with nails, screws, knifes and all kinds of tools. On the counter is a mannequin head with nails stabbed in it's head.

On the walls above the counter are colorful paintings of people being slaughtered in horrifying ways but one really caught my eye. It's a painting with only the color red, I think this one might have been painted in blood. There's also a bulletin board with pictures that look like his reference for most of his paintings but one looks familiar. It's a picture of a girl wearing skeleton face paint but it's only the top half of the picture with the eyes, the bottom half of the picture must be somewhere around here...

On the counter are unpainted clay figures of naked women and sketches of them strewn about the counter and the floor. Of course just like all the other rooms there's a dresser next to the bed. A bookshelf baring no books but painted and fired clay figures of women and one figure of a purple cat curled up sleeping. That last one must have been made by someone else. I nod again and everyone leaves Otis' room. B:"So who's room are you staying in (Y/n)?"