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Helping Hand || Bubba Sawyer

Oh my goodness this is adorableeeeee!!!! I don’t know too much about Bubba, so I did have to do a bit of studying before I wrote this, so I hope its accurate! Please enjoy ❤️ loved this request sm!

GN! Reader. Warnings: None.

Your eyes were wide with fear, and your heart raced as you hid in the corner of the strange house you had found, a hand over your mouth to keep quiet. You had seen the killer, a man the survivors call Bubba. He wielded a chainsaw and mallet, as well as a mask made from human skin. And, just as your team had warned, he was absolutely destroying your team.

You had been tagging along with Feng this entire trial, who reluctantly taught you what to do in a trial. With each mistake you made, Feng grew more and more impatient with you. Eventually, once the pair of you heard the heartbeat begin to pick up, Feng shoved you aside and ran, leaving you all by yourself. It wasn’t long until Bubba picked her off, but now you were alone in the trial, and you had no idea where the hatch would be.

You didn’t know the map well enough to make a run for somewhere safe, so instead you ran upstairs, cowering in the corner of an old bedroom. You hugged your knees to your chest, tears streaming down your face as you hoped and wished the killer wouldn’t find you.

Bubba made quick work of this team, hope filling him after each kill that he wouldn’t be punished. He didn’t want to disappoint his family… Bubba made his way to the Myers’ house, where he had heard a loud ‘boom’, a skill check having been failed.

Upon arriving, fear began to settle in Bubba as he realized no one was there. The generator inside the house was sparking, yet there were no scratch marks to guide him to anyone. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a quiet sniff from upstairs. Bubba’s head jerked towards where he heard the noise, and he began to make his way up the stairs as he heard what sounded like a sob. Why would one of the survivors be crying? Did the entity punish them as well? Were they scared, just like Bubba was after a bad trial?

Bubba steps into the bedroom, looking around for whoever made the noise. It didn’t take him long to find you, and you begin to cry even harder as you beg for mercy. Despite the ever growing fear of disappointment in his mind, Bubba made no attempt to hurt you. You reminded him of himself when he would disappoint his family, or perform poorly in a trial. You were absolutely terrified, and an unfamiliar strain of worry began to bubble inside of Bubba. He’d never seen you before, you looked a lot younger than the other survivors.

“Please… D-Don’t hurt me…” Your voice was weak, and you couldn’t meet Bubba’s gaze. A quiet noise came from Bubba, followed by the sound of something heavy falling. You finally muster up the strength to look at him, slowly lifting your head up. Your eyes widen at what you see; Bubba had tossed his chainsaw aside, and was… holding his hand out..? He wanted to help you stand up, but why?

Bubba lets out another quiet sound, glancing down at his hand. You reluctantly take his hand, your grip shaky and loose. He pulls you up, and in an attempt to comfort you, hugs you. You were a bit confused, but this was also the nicest interaction you’d had since your arrival in the realm. You let out a sob, hugging him back tightly.

Bubba continued to hold you as you cried, unsure of what else he could do to help you. You looked so young… were your parents in the realm? Were they disappointed in you?

Eventually, Bubba pulls away, reaching down to grab his chainsaw. You shriek, backing away from him until your back slammed against the wall. Did you think he was going to hurt you? Bubba let out a sound of… hurt? And loosened his grip on his chainsaw. He shook his head, silently telling you that he meant no harm.

Your breathing calms down when you realize he wasn’t going to hurt you, and you take a small step towards him. “M-My teammates… t-they don’t like me.. they think I’m too young to understand anything…” You explain, hugging yourself.

Bubba can sense how hurt you were by your teammates, and it pained him. He knew what it felt like to feel like a failure, to live in constant fear of disappointing your family, or in your case, your team. There was nothing he could teach you about the survivor side of things, but he could take you to the hatch.

Bubba grunts, gesturing something to you before turning and walking towards the door. You follow behind him like a lost puppy, blindly following him out of the house and towards the street. You’re silent as he leads you to a car, a distinct, windy echo coming from behind it. Your team had told you that was the hatch, an alternate way to escape the trial when you were the only survivor left alive.

He had led you to the hatch. You smile, hugging him again. “Thank you…” You say quietly, his arms wrapping around yours in a tight bear hug. Once you pull away, he rubs the top of your head, almost like a father messing with their child. You laugh, and Bubba feels his worry over you begin to subside. He was worried because you were upset, scared that something had happened to you.

Bubba lets out a quiet sound, glancing towards the hatch. You nod, making your way over to it. The black, misty fog that poured out of the hatch always set you on edge, but your team had told you it was nothing.

My friends and I were playing Dead By Daylight and I was Bubba. My friends thought maybe coming up to me, giving me their supplies, and saying how much they love Bubba would make it so I wouldn't kill them. Well, It worked, it was to wholesom for me