🎶Making my way downtown~🎶

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Summary: It has been a while since he worked at the slaughterhouse, and he hasn't had time to spend any free period with his dearest friend, luckily for him there isn't amything he needed to do today, and since she dosen’t have anything to do either, she decided to come over to show him her latest palette she got as a present.

Even before he saw her, Thomas felt comforted by the familiar and musical knocking on the door of his large home. It was Y/n, his lone friend and best friend since they were awkward children who tripped over each other in elementary school. The smell of iron and something unidentifiably animal still clung to his skin after he had returned home from the abattoir a few hours earlier. All day, he had been anticipating seeing her. He had successfully completed his typical housekeeping tasks ahead of schedule, which was uncommon and allowed for genuine enjoyment of the afternoon. The only immediate task was to cleanse his pores of the dirt of the day.

"Hey!" The mischievous woman chirped, holding up a small, brightly colored bag. "Guess what I got! It's like the ultimate eyeshadow palette. My Meemaw bought it for me a couple of days ago." She followed him into the small living room, her eyes darting around, taking in the familiar area, even saying hello to Uncle Monty. Thomas told her through writing in his notebook that he needed to scrub the slaughterhouse off of him. Gesturing towards the hallway. He could practically feel the lingering residue from his work. He also told her that she could set up it up in his room if she wanted. He wrinkled his nose. She practically leapt upstairs towards his room, already unpacking her rare gift.

Y/n's muffled giggles reverberated down the corridor as Thomas rushed to the loo. He switched the shower on and let the water flow hot—almost scorching. He lathered his hands as the steam filled the little room, carefully cleaning beneath his fingernails in an attempt to remove the lingering recollection of the day's labour. For him, the abattoir was a vital profession that kept his family's roof over their heads and paid the bills. However, he detested the employees, the atmosphere, and the lingering sense of his mortality that followed him home. He was aware that the girl didn't fully comprehend his actions. She viewed it as a job, a means of earning money for him. He seldom discussed the specifics, the deafening images and sounds that occasionally tormented his nightmares. He still wasnt used to it, it was one thing skinning roadkill for masks, but it was anathor knowing it beforehand and doing it while it was still alive. He didn't want her to perceive him any differently, thus he would rather keep that aspect of his life apart. He heard her shouting for him as he came out of the shower feeling slightly cleaner. "Thomas! Can you come here right now? I kind of need you!" After putting on a fresh pair of inside chlothes, he snatched up a towel and hurriedly dried off, leaving it on his neck.

"Please, Tommy, can you help me? I'm kind of struggling with the left eyeliner." She asked the giant man after turning her waist a bit to her side, looking at him in a supplicate manner. Thomas hesitated for a bit, not knowing if he could help her since he hadn't done makeup on anybody before. Seeing the pleading look in her eyes, he knew he couldn't say no, not when she was looking at him like that. He let out a small sigh, feeling a pang of nervousness. He nodded slowly, stepping closer to her. "Thank you." She trusted him to at least try his best. Perhaps he could do it better than her. And if he does mess it up, they can just try again by removing it. It dosen’t hurt to try. Thomas took the eyeliner from her hand, trying to steady his trembling fingers. He was nervous about messing this up, but he also didn't want to disappoint her. She closed her eyelids to make it easier for him. He took a deep breath and began to apply the eyeliner to her eye, being as gentle as possible. He felt a strange sense of relief. He knew that she trusted him, and that made him feel a little more confident. He continued on doing this carefully, making sure not to smudge it or cause any pain. When he was done, he tapped the top of her head, letting her know she could open her eyes.

In a natural speed motion, they revealed her pupils, blinking twice before turning around and looking back at the mirror on the chest drawer. Thomas couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of Y/n admiring her reflection. He knew that he didn't look like a regular guy, and he didn't have any beauty marks or delicate features. But seeing her looking so beautiful made him feel a bit self-conscious. He taped her on the shoulder to gain her attention, moving his hands around as if asking her if she liked it, trying to hide his insecurity. She looked at her facial features for a moment before turning to him in a surprised expression upon her face. "You really made it look straight, Tommy. Have you done this before?" Thomas was caught off guard by her reaction. It wasn't like he was not used to being complimented by her, but he did not think that he would be great at such a skill. Especially when his drawing skills were nothing special. His face flushed slightly, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. He shook his head, avoiding her gaze.

She gave him a light smile. "Well, you're really good at it. Do you think you can do the other side too? I didn't make it look as good." He couldn't help but feel a little bit proud. Thomas picked up the eyeliner again after leaving it on the drawer, his fingers brushing against the old wood for a brief moment. He gruntes, trying to sound nonchalant, but his sound betrayed a hint of excitement. She let out a hum as she closed her eyes once more. Thomas began to apply it, this time more confidently. He was focused on the task at hand, his fingers moving smoothly over her skin. He tried not to look at her in a more observant kind of way, afraid of getting distracted by her features. When he finished applying the eyeliner, his fingers lingered on her skin for a moment longer than necessary. Thomas took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He was standing so close to her, and that proximity was making him feel more nervous than usual. He stepped back to give Y/n a better look at her reflection.

She opened her eyes before only taking a quick glance at the mirror, admiring his surprising, well-done makeup skills. "Thank you~" her voice told him so in a vocalising way. Thomas felt a flutter in his chest as he saw the appreciation in her eyes. He couldn't help but smile at her, feeling a strange sense of pride. He looked at her, admiring the way the makeup made her eyes look even more captivating. He grunted mildly, his tone a bit huskier than normal. She puts her palms on both sides of her jawline as she tilts her head a bit, looking at him in a curious manner. "Hey, hey, Tommy. Do you think I'm beautiful?" Thomas could feel his heart skip a beat as he watched her movements, and his eyes widened at that question of hers. He wasn't expecting that. He was caught off guard by it because she hadn't asked something like this in the past. He looked at her for a moment, taking in those features. The way the makeup accentuated her eyes, the way her hair fell around that face, the way she was looking at him with such curiosity and openness. He swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat. He finally managed to nod slowly, his voice barely above a whisper as he let out a hum.

Her mouth formed to a small but gleeful smile. A content shine swirling in her eyes. "More beautiful than the girls on magazines?" Thomas chuckled gently at that, feeling a pang of affection for her. He knew that she was fishing for compliments, but he couldn't help but be honest. "Reaaaaaaaaally though, or are you just nodding because you don’t want to hurt my feelings. That would be mean Thomas." She playfully pouted at him. He rolled his eyes at her pouty face. He was aware of the fact that she was teasing him, but he also knew that she was secretly pleased with his answer. He shook his head, trying to keep a straight face. However, that pouty expression was too cute to resist. He reassured her, telling her in his own way that she was the most beautiful girl he ever knew. She let her hands fall down after having them on her hips. "That's good to know." She took a few steps to him and then skipped one time to plant a kiss on his muzzle like masked cheek. "It aint the skin, but it will do."

Thomas's eyelids widened as he felt her lips being pressed against his mask in a kiss. He felt his heart beat faster, and his cheeks flushed under the mask. She was catching him off gaurd more than ever today by her playful gesture, but he couldn't deny that it made him feel warm inside. He growled, trying to sound annoyed. "Don’t be grumpy, Tommy. I don’t kiss any boy in the cheek like that. Well, except for Papa, but that's normal." She put her fingers on her lips as she thought about it after swifting her hand in a "dosen’t matter" motion. The giant rolled his eyes again, yet he let his mouth form into a lazy smirk. He found her innocence and casual attitude endearing, even if he pretended to be annoyed. Thomas protested. nonetheless, his heart raced whenever she was sweet to him. "Ey! Don't look at me like that as if it's abnormal! I love my Papa, and he's always been there for me."

He chuckled at her defensive tone, finding it both endearing and a bit comical. "Didn't you kiss Luda Mae on the cheek when you were little?" Thomas didn't think she would bring it up, especially since he hoped for a long time that she would have forgotten about it. Since Charlie always claimed that only wimps do that sort of thing, it didn’t matter if he was a child at the time. Boys and men don't do vulnerable actions. He looked at her for a moment, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment on his face. He admitted quietly, yet claimed it was different because his mother was a lot more affectionate towards him as a child. "So it's okay for you cause you're a Mama's boy?" Thomas's cheeks flushed even more under the mask. He protested weakly that he wasn't a Mama's boy, trying to maintain his usual gruff demeanour. "Suuuuuuure~, sure Tommy. Sure~" He huffed, feeling a bit annoyed by her teasing. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the fact that he was secretly enjoying the playful banter. He didn't have to say it, but the way he looked at her was as if he was saying that she was such a brat.

"At least I'm loveable, admit it, you like me." He does like her. A lot. He was drawn to her carefree attitude and her unwavering affection. But he wasn't going to give the girl the satisfaction of admitting it. Thomas tried to brush it off as if telling her that she was tolerable, trying to sound nonchalant once more. She nodded once and said in a positive tone that she took it as a yes, as she began leaving his bedroom. Only to then poke her head out of the door frame. "Oh, and by the way, Tommy, I like you lots, I always do. I'll leave for the restroom, see you later!" Those words made his heart flutter. He stood there for a moment, feeling a mixture of astonishment and affection. He watched as she disappeared back into the hallway, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips under the mask. Even though it hurt Thomas to voice it out, it didn't stop his lips from forming at least what he wanted her to know. "See you later."

Author's note: I just remember you wrote s/o, and I didn't write them as if they were together because I was already done with it the moment I noticed it. But I think I managed to fix that mistake by at least making them have that kind of energy. I also switched up the timeline in this since I wanted to try something different this time. I hope I still managed to write it the way you liked it.

First of all, I want to thank @demphen for taking his free time to spend on doing this sketch for me. JD also focuses on doing content involving the 2003 and 2006 versions of the Texas chainsaw massacre, as well as having his own OCs he draws from time to time. If you want to know the story behind the main original character, Eddie Amar Ried, I'd recommend you check out his Darkest Hour story on Ao3.

"I wouldn't say I don't believe in god, I just don't believe everything in the old ways. I can’t see religion as something true because they are just old stories to me, old stories that might have been overexagrigated. Science makes more sense to me because there is truth backing up to it. Besides, this world is full of lies. But then again, if it has the power to change the world, maybe there's some truth to it. It dosen’t really matter where the truths end and where the lies begin. If a lie can change the world just as much as the truth can, then lies is just an anathor way of telling the truth."

- Isaiah

Appereance: Isaiah is a tall individual, with a height of 6'4/192 cm. He is still growing and dosen’t show signs of stopping any time soon. He's bit on the chubby side. However, since he does go to the gym with his best friend Cody at times, he has more muscles than fat. His hair is short, naturally wavy/messy, dark brown hair that is easily mistakable for black. His everyday attire consists of a shearling jacket with a plaid button-down and dress shoes. He has been referred to as a big bear because of people seeing a resemblance between him and the animal at times. At the end of the Little Sheep series, he's three years old. His chlothes are second-hand, and he has suspenders with beige pants together with a white shirt on. He's more shy and mischievous, but still up holds a well-mannered look.

Personality: A mute, calm, polite, and humble young man who has an interest in computer science and astrophysics. Whenever Isaiah encounters an important scenario, he will begin to over analyse it in order to find out which option would be the highest success rate. His roommates and classmates always go to him with schoolwork since he is one of the best students, which does suprise some strangers when they learn about his background. He is serious around his friends and family when he began to grow older, but somehow, Cody always manages to bring out the goofy side of him, and although he dosen’t condem everything he does, Isaiah can't help at times leaning into the more fun activities.

Background: Isaiah grew up in the Louisiana ghettos and has therefore grown up with all kinds of people with different colours. Being a white child wasn't exactly easy for him, because some civillians couldn't entirely relate or accept him, however those who did have that mindset also didn't even try to stir up trouble with him because those parents or children was scared of the fact that his mum could sue and highy likely win the trial because of it, even though Y/n couldn't afford doing that, but they didn't know that.

He has gone through speech therapy, but it has unfortunately not done much. He can only let out minor sounds, which has made folks think he's nonverbal or autistic, but that's not the case, Isaiah is just mute from his vocal cord paralysis which is permanent His throat muscles were underdeveloped during the pregnancy, and therefore, every time he tried to talk, it either hurt or came out as random noises. It really depends on how he uses it.

At the age of seven, Isaiah met his mum's boyfriend, who became his unofficial stepfather. And although that man never hit him, that dosen’t mean he wasn't verbally abused or threatened whenever the man was in a bad mood. Isaiah never told his mum about it at the time because the man was financially helpful, and he thought that it was normal for a father figure to behave like this, especially since that's how some of his Asian friends dad's where.

Yet as he slowly grew older, Isaiah started to resent that man and how he treated his mum, and Isaiah was actually the one who made Y/n realise that their situation was not ideal, so when the boyfriend walked out on them after a fit of rage and breaking Y/n's femur. Isaiah had to step in as the man of the house at the age of thirteen, not only because they didn't have anybody else to lean on at the time, but also for the reason that he blamed himself for not seeing it coming. Of course, it wasn't easy, which made him eventually do everything he could to reach out to his godmother, Francesca. Nonetheless, he kept on working after school and also on the weekends along with holidays because he knows his parental figures needed him, he dosen’t resent them for it, if anything he puts their needs before his own. Which Y/n eventually realised and decided to let him have some fun whenever the opportunities came, not wanting her boy to miss out on anything memorable.

I'm alone in a hallway, it's dark, and I hear that. Hell nah, I'm getting out of here.

(Jumps straight out of a window, breaking the glass in the process).