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G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,077
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own House of 1000 Corpses, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
ChopTop
I still don’t own Bill Moseley, but damn it I’m trying! I also still don’t own any of these characters.
Chapter 2: ChopTop
I felt Baby getting close to me so she could also look at this weird little ghoulish bastard that was hiding out in the comics. “Ooh, well hello.” I could see him sizing up Baby. At this point I wanted to break his face.
“Okay Driftwood, here’s some spaghetti, now quit yer bitchin’…Otis what the hell are you doin’?” Cutter set the bowl onto the counter with a thud. “You buyin’ somethin’ or jus’ curious?”
“Hi, I’m Baby!” She shot her hand out. Damn it, don’t talk to him! I glared at her. It seemed that we had the unspoken sibling lingo. She retracted her hand after glaring back at me.
“I’m jus’ curious. I saw the serial killer museum thingy and wanted to take a look. Got to like serial killers and all. I absolutely got to love Ed, Ed’s my favorite. Choppin’ up women and all that.” Hmm, interesting.
“Well have a gander at the display in back…Otis will you stop lookin’ at him like you’re gonna kill ‘im? I hadn’t realized that I was still glaring at him. Something caught my eye in his bag. A razor…with a bloodstain on it? Now that is interesting.
“Well…Otis, are you gonna come with me to see the display or not? Is that a real snake on your hat? I once saw a snake…” Jesus, did this guy ever shut up?
“Otis and Baby have seen it a lot. They’re my son and daughter.” Cutter as my dad? Well I suppose in the loosest sense of the word, yeah. I felt Baby wrap her arms around my sides. This was usually her way of trying to soothe me. “Did you say your name was Sawyer, as in chili?”
She nudged my arm with her nose. “In a minute.” I told her absently. She wanted me to hurry up and get going.
“Yep, Texas’s best chili from the Last Round-Up Grill.” ChopTop seemed thrilled with the recognition.
“I love that chili!” Cutter burst forth laughing. “Hell boy, what you doin’ way out here anyways?”
“I got lost and hitchhiked here. You ever been lost? It is kinda fun but I really have to be getting back and work on NamLand.” NamLand? What the hell was that?
“You’re lost?” Cutter, if you tell him he can stay with…”Well why don’t you stay with the kids at the House? Mama loves company!” You fucking bastard…
“Come on, Otis. It might be fun.” Baby was lightly massaging my sides. She could tell what I was thinking.
Yeah, it might be fun to blow his brains out. “Well we need to eat first and then we can talk about it.” I tried to point out to Baby that it wasn’t a great idea to have a stranger come to your house. After all, had she not realized that was how we got half of our victims. Not to mention something about this guy just made me feel like he was a real sick bitch.
“Great, thanks for having me over!” Where the hell did that come from? I didn’t-“Do you have a radio? I love the radio! Maybe I can show you how to make chili!” This creature needed some serious sedatives.
“That would be great. I’m sure Otis would love another person over, right?” Cutter glared at me. I locked eyes with the old man and I grabbed my crotch. Love this, bitch. “Take your damn spaghetti and get! Half the day’s over, it’s lunchtime already!” I grabbed up my bowl of spaghetti. Well I can’t bitch, at least I’m not eating chicken. ChopTop followed us out to the car. I took note of his clothes: purple tie dye, brown vest it was like he never left the 60s. The 60s were 10 years ago, my friend.
We all climbed into the truck. I was relieved when I climbed into the middle of the cab to snuggle up to Baby. “So, Otis, you like horror comics?” Here came the eternal questioning.
I looked over at the grinning ghoul and smiled my best venomous smile.
”Of course I do.”
The creature reached into his vest and produced a handful of comics. My jaw dropped as I looked over to find Baby’s expression the same. “Well I got these for ya as a way of sayin’ thanks for letting me stay.” Well Cutter would just have to take the losses. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad after all.
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This is all for tonight, kids. I might do more tomorrow. I hope you all have fun reading it.
Chapter 2: ChopTop
I felt Baby getting close to me so she could also look at this weird little ghoulish bastard that was hiding out in the comics. “Ooh, well hello.” I could see him sizing up Baby. At this point I wanted to break his face.
“Okay Driftwood, here’s some spaghetti, now quit yer bitchin’…Otis what the hell are you doin’?” Cutter set the bowl onto the counter with a thud. “You buyin’ somethin’ or jus’ curious?”
“Hi, I’m Baby!” She shot her hand out. Damn it, don’t talk to him! I glared at her. It seemed that we had the unspoken sibling lingo. She retracted her hand after glaring back at me.
“I’m jus’ curious. I saw the serial killer museum thingy and wanted to take a look. Got to like serial killers and all. I absolutely got to love Ed, Ed’s my favorite. Choppin’ up women and all that.” Hmm, interesting.
“Well have a gander at the display in back…Otis will you stop lookin’ at him like you’re gonna kill ‘im? I hadn’t realized that I was still glaring at him. Something caught my eye in his bag. A razor…with a bloodstain on it? Now that is interesting.
“Well…Otis, are you gonna come with me to see the display or not? Is that a real snake on your hat? I once saw a snake…” Jesus, did this guy ever shut up?
“Otis and Baby have seen it a lot. They’re my son and daughter.” Cutter as my dad? Well I suppose in the loosest sense of the word, yeah. I felt Baby wrap her arms around my sides. This was usually her way of trying to soothe me. “Did you say your name was Sawyer, as in chili?”
She nudged my arm with her nose. “In a minute.” I told her absently. She wanted me to hurry up and get going.
“Yep, Texas’s best chili from the Last Round-Up Grill.” ChopTop seemed thrilled with the recognition.
“I love that chili!” Cutter burst forth laughing. “Hell boy, what you doin’ way out here anyways?”
“I got lost and hitchhiked here. You ever been lost? It is kinda fun but I really have to be getting back and work on NamLand.” NamLand? What the hell was that?
“You’re lost?” Cutter, if you tell him he can stay with…”Well why don’t you stay with the kids at the House? Mama loves company!” You fucking bastard…
“Come on, Otis. It might be fun.” Baby was lightly massaging my sides. She could tell what I was thinking.
Yeah, it might be fun to blow his brains out. “Well we need to eat first and then we can talk about it.” I tried to point out to Baby that it wasn’t a great idea to have a stranger come to your house. After all, had she not realized that was how we got half of our victims. Not to mention something about this guy just made me feel like he was a real sick bitch.
“Great, thanks for having me over!” Where the hell did that come from? I didn’t-“Do you have a radio? I love the radio! Maybe I can show you how to make chili!” This creature needed some serious sedatives.
“That would be great. I’m sure Otis would love another person over, right?” Cutter glared at me. I locked eyes with the old man and I grabbed my crotch. Love this, bitch. “Take your damn spaghetti and get! Half the day’s over, it’s lunchtime already!” I grabbed up my bowl of spaghetti. Well I can’t bitch, at least I’m not eating chicken. ChopTop followed us out to the car. I took note of his clothes: purple tie dye, brown vest it was like he never left the 60s. The 60s were 10 years ago, my friend.
We all climbed into the truck. I was relieved when I climbed into the middle of the cab to snuggle up to Baby. “So, Otis, you like horror comics?” Here came the eternal questioning.
I looked over at the grinning ghoul and smiled my best venomous smile.
”Of course I do.”
The creature reached into his vest and produced a handful of comics. My jaw dropped as I looked over to find Baby’s expression the same. “Well I got these for ya as a way of sayin’ thanks for letting me stay.” Well Cutter would just have to take the losses. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad after all.
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This is all for tonight, kids. I might do more tomorrow. I hope you all have fun reading it.