#three-finger

Three-Finger:

S/o has gotta keep a close eye on this trouble making devil.

He loves to nibble on anything he can get his hands on. Including his fingers. He already has only 3 fingers so he wouldn’t want to lose anymore.

Likes to grin at you creepily when you rub/massage his head. He feels like he is being rewarded in a way.

He loves to cuddle with you while you relax on the porch.

Gets upset when you take back any food he tried to take whilst you were making it.

Will go as far as grumbling or hissing at you for taking away his stolen treat.

ABSOLUTELY loves the attention he gets from s/o. Three-Finger sometimes intentionally chews on his remaing fingers just to see your worried face and prying hands trying to heal his wounds.

Begs Saw-Tooth to let him piggy back ride him around because you surely weren’t. Hey, ya got reasons. (TF has a tendency to bite your shoulder when you don’t walk or run fast enough.)

One-Eye:

The sweetest child there is.

Will help you try to contain Three Finger. Works slightly. Only to have Three Finger being naughty again.

Randomly gives you hugs when he feels you are stressed out.

Likes to observe the ants outside.

Tries to follow Saw Tooths lead and act a bit more mature.

Sometimes engages in Three Fingers games of silliness.

Saw-Tooth:

The most mature out of the three.

Will help out with the chores around the cabin.

Goes out hunting with you to bring back victims to eat. (He’s 14 and he’s a big boy)

Will give you a passionate hug from behind while your making some Stu. (Ain’t even sure if that’s how u spell that.)

But then again it could be Stu from Scream.

Saw Tooth loves to watch you work. It makes him feel nice to have you as a helper. Your very strong for an outsider.

Licks you on the face when he is in a good mood.

*tries to quietly sneak over there.**

**slips and falls from oily floor and lands on his back ***

Three-Finger: *walks in to his brother on the floor**

*pulls a bottle of grease out of his pocket*

*giggles, then says*

Three Finger x Reader

You were just trying to survive. To get away from them. The demented men that murdered all your friends. It all started out as fun and games but soon ended in bloodshed as each of them were captured one by one. You were the last one living and that made it all the more worse for the fact that the cannibals were after you now.

Out of the three of them that scared you, the one that scared you the most was the smallest one. You realized that every time they were near you and your friends the cannibal would specifically target you. You didn’t understand why but he seemed keen on killing you the most. As you were running through the woods you felt the sticks and vines cut your legs and arms repeatedly but you didn’t care. Your life was on the line and you knew that if you stopped then you would die. A loud, deranged giggle rang through the forests alarming you that the brothers weren’t far behind. You ran faster which you thought wasn’t even possible at this point. But you were tired. And the brothers were slowly gaining on you.

And by gods name. You tripped on a thick root in the ground and fell. The three-fingered mutants giggles got closer. You sobbed as tears ran down your face as you knew you were going to die. The foot steps got closer and closer. It wasn’t until you heard the man’s giggle up close that you looked up. The three of them stared down at you with wicked grins. The smallest one was in the middle whilst his older brothers took their places at his sides. You were so scared that you blacked out.

You then woke up to looking at a wooden ceiling. You tried to move but you realized your arms and legs were tied down barbed wire. They were tightly digging in your skin to where you were bleeding. You yelped in pain. Then that same inhumane giggle came. You turned and saw that the youngest Hilliker brother was staring at your struggles in amusement. You looked at him in fear which only seemed to amuse him further as his dark grin grew wider.

He walks towards you in a slow predatory manner. A knife in his hand. You looked up at him as he stood over you. Then he slams the knife into the wood beside your side. You flinched heavily as he came closer to your face. You turned your head to the side to avoid facing him. And you felt something wet and slick slide across your face and you realized it was his tongue. “Ugh” you couldn’t help but groan in disgust. But the man wasn’t fazed much by your reaction and suddenly grabs you by your hair and turns your head towards him. The grip he had on your hair was incredibly strong but you couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Just end it already. I don’t wanna die a slow death.” You stated in a defeated tone. But that didn’t happen. Rather than the feeling of a knife dived deep into your body, you felt the press of rough lips against yours. You opened your eyes in utter shock.

The man was kissing you. You wanted to bite him but thought twice about it. He then pulled away and snatched the knife out the wood. You looked up at him, waiting for his next move. But he simply twirled the knife in his hand and tilted his head with a teasing grin. As if he was waiting for you to put the pieces together. You blinked at him in confusion.