Loomline. I need yandere Jackson fics (butcheryguy) NOW
Cw : kidnapping , religious themes , Jackson being a general problem
uhhhhhhh the reader is gonna get really depressed at some point soooo, if you plan to read future chapters. read on ao3 . also reader is lowk a trans boy but that's up to you
chapter one | yan!hillwalker brothers x gn!reader
You aren't addicted to redbull. You don't need it on a normal day — you could probably do without it tonight.
You've got a bad headache though, and caffeine has always helped with those .
You realize you might need the extra energy to help you focus when you turn into the parking lot of the gas station and pull into the exit lane by accident.
Parking afterward is a struggle, it's all a mess. You decide it's not worth fixing because of the time, the area , and the general lack of people there.
The gas station is in a pretty run down part of what you suspect to be an already run down town.
You can't really tell though, with how dark it is and all.
When you enter the store there's a tired girl working at the counter. Her hair is tied back into a messy ponytail . Shes messing with a lottery ticket and paying no attention.
The only other customers are two hill Billy's , you'd guess they knew each other sense there's no other cars in the parking lot.
One of them is pumping a large soft drink cup filled with a slurpie.
There's a full rack of perfectly fine slurpie cups beside him. You ignore it for the time being.
The other is checking out the jerky over by the counter.
Jerky guy does not seem to notice you. The other one does. He watches you make a b line for the energy drinks , while continuing to add cherry slurpie to his cup.
You don't mean to avoid him — well no you totally do actually .
You want nowhere near the unpreventable mess he's about to create. You want it no where on you and no type of conversation with these weirdos
While you love areas like this, the trees tower over you, the vibes the old buildings give off; you do not love the people that live in these types of places .
Especially the people that reek of piss to the point you can smell it from the door. You have assumed the feelings mutual by the way he's staring.
Once you make it to the drinks you make quick work to open the freezer door , there's not many options to get a caffeine fix but that isn't a problem for you sense your primary objective is to equire a pretty basic drink and not one of the millions of different flavors of monster. for what it lacks in variety it makes up for in abundance .
You take your sweet time picking the right redbull — one that won't explode once you open it or has dents. When you close the freezer door the slurpie guy is on the other side, maintaining eye contact with you while taking a long sip of his own drink.
You were right about the mess he was going to cause , its clear from the lid that's dripping with slurpie insides as well as a dark stain on his shirt that could have totally been caused by a slurprie explosion,
It could be a stain that's set forever ago but the only other thing that'd come out this color would be blood, but that seems like a pretty impossible place for a stain from bleeding. He leans against the freezer door.
"Do ya' worship Satan?" he asks simply.
He's met with a blank stare.
Neither of you make any effort to move.
Is this guy on drugs or something ? Crazy maybe? He takes another sip of his slurpie.
"No.." You give him a weird look "why would you ask me something like that?" You hope you sound as baffled as you feel. He shrugs, "You're dressed like a Satanist, demons on yer' shirt and such."
"How does the way I dress have anything to do with my religious beliefs…?"
"I don't think you'd dress that way if ya believed in god."
You don't dignify that with an answer and scurry off to a different area of the suddenly cramped store.
Theres no where you could go to not be within eyesight and its painfully obvious he also knew that from the way he keeps watching you.
He turns to jerky guy , lifts his drink up, points at it, yells "William!" in a squeaky voice, and then walks over to the counter. The jerky guy follows soon after .
You stay on your side of the store. Waiting for the two to leave without staring too much .
They leave soon after. For that experience you decide to buy yourself your favorite candy.
The girl working at the front counter apparently heard enough to feel bad, she was about as alternative as you but carried about it in a bit more of a basic way — the majority of her emo accessories formed in a cluster of ear rings, eye shadow, a black lacy tank top , and some tights.
She had enough ear piercings to sympathize with your struggles, though she was a bit more conventionally attractive. She gave you an extra bit of your candy for free.
The two of them stand outside of the gas station for a bit , talking about God knows what. neither of your cars were visible from the door — you didn't leave the building until you saw the car leave the parking lot, just to be safe.
When you went to get into your car you pretty quickly learned there was now a cross scratched onto the driver side door . You just stare , a good idea of who the fuck did this. you decide that's a future problem. Something you can deal with once you're home and not in the middle of nowhere
You manage to make it shockingly far before having to pull over.
There are nails jabbed into your three good tires, your back tire with a crazy amount of tread stayed on touched though . You want to scream.
The trees are still pretty large — you were almost out of them when your car just fucking stopped. to make matters worse there was a truck doing circles around the street you're stranded on.
You spend an hour and a half uselessly fiddling with all sorts of things.
You're phone first, to try and get in contact with a truck that could help you out , then your tires. Trying to tape them back up as if that would do you any real good. It doesn't work, predicably . The air in your tire is a little to low and the duck tape wouldn't have stuck.
Then you try to call a friend.
You pretty quickly realize you don't actually have those — and the acquaintances you are closer to wouldn't drive 3 hours out just to help you.
Paraents and extended family are out of question.
You settle on walking back to the gas station , hoping it hasn't already closed on you.
You haven't seen another car, aside from the truck still somewhere around, since you got into this town .
The girl could live in the opposite direction though . Once you start your walk they pull up in front of you. The truck that's been driving around all night containing the two men from the store slows down behind you.
Slurpie boy is smiling at you , a wide toothy grin that makes you want to roll your eyes. he doesn't have enough teeth to be smiling like that . You push the thought aside and stare at them
the other man is staring out of the front window while the smaller one leans against the passenger door.
"Hey! You're that emo chick from the store!" He says with mock excitement, only getting more excited when he sees you tense up.
"Aren't you the two that fucked up my car," you glare. He shrugs, maintaining his grin,
"I have done no such thing, it's a pretty faithful area over here though," it's a very bold face lie but you decide not to comment any further.
You didn't mean to accuse him of fucking up your car tires — that was probably just because of the side of town you found yourself in. You're shocked its nails in there instead of glass or a particularly lid to a beer bottle .
"What are you doing all the way out here walking around so late, devil worshipper?" He naws on the straw of his drink, you don't think that to have much in there still.
You grimace at the nickname.
"Uh , I'm waiting for a friend," you decide not to tell the creep about the whole broken down car thing — or the fact that there is nobody actually coming— , even though you might have already implied it . He nods his head, "How fars your friend? we could give you a ride."
"Like ten minutes — I don't know. They're going to pick me up,"
"You could wait inside our car"
"why would I get into your car"
the confusion must be obvious on your face. the smug grin he's had right until just now and —
You didn't even realize the other got out of the car. You get a second to turn and look at him before — everything goes dark very quickly.
This was a lot of fun to write but I wish it was longer lmao.
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