I'm back, I guess.

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Anyway, this is the sequel to a story my friend Kirk wrote for me.

*ahem* I was inspired, so I decided to write what happens years later when I wanna head back to the Firefly house and see Otis again. I guess it's a touch of Stockholm's Syndome, ne?

Moving on! Here's the warnings and whatnot-

Warnings- Strong language, mentions of rape, M/M(yaoi) sex, torture(I think), mentions of torture, gore and many, many other horribly wonderful things

Disclaimer: Sadly- and I mean VERY sadly- I do not own Otis B. Driftwood, House of 1,000 Corpses, or Rob Zombie, nor do I make any profit off of this shitty story. Though, both would be very nice.

And technical I'm not a Mary Stew(Stew instead of Sue, for I am Male), because the story was orignally written by a friend of mine... or some other lame excuse like that, of which I do not care to take the time to make up.

~Flames are welcomed~

The slight boy stared at his fingerless hand, treading through the marshy field as he did so many years ago, not bothering to raise his line of vision just yet. The moon shone brightly in the starless sky over head, peeking out from a cluster of dank clouds and shedding just enough light for the young 'man' to see.

When the Firefly house loomed just several long yards away, bright lights blazing in the windows like Hell fire, he finally tore his gaze away from his useless stump and looked up. Swallowing hard, he brushed crimson hair out of his eyes and quickened his pace, occasionally faltering and tripping over a stump here or a rock there; he had not time nor the patience to watch his footing.

At the ancient, dilapidated porch, there was a hiccup in his courage and he froze, unable to take the remaining few steps to the door, unable to knock and see if the same family lived there, unable to breath- somewhere in the back of his mine, in a part that was still somewhat sane, he found his own lack of bravery unsettling. Before he could think any over, the old front door's lock clicked and the heavy thing swung open.

Mother Firefly backed out the doorway and twirled around, her long hair all but whipping the poor boor in the face. Eyes wide, he hastily shoved his bad hand in his pants pocket and took a few steps backwards, opening his mouth to ramble off an excuse as to why he was... was... what exaclty was he doing? No time to even ask himself- Mother Firefly's expression went from startled to amused as she looked the small boy over.

"Why, hey there, sweetie," cooed the women, her words drenched in a false kindness so thick, the younger felt his stomach churn. "What can I do you for?"

"E-excuse me?" the boy didn't quite catch on.

"Lemme try again- why the hell are ya'll on my property?"

"Oh... Oh!" Eyes growing wider, he fumbled for his words. "I, um, got lost... I mean, I was hiking early and got, uh, seperated from my tourgroup." He chewed his lower lip, hoping she bought the load of shit he was throwing at her.

"Sugar, why didn't ya say so? Come on!" Mother Firefly grinned widely, ushering the boy in.

Standing in the warm entryway, the boy looked around. 'So this is what it looks like...' he thought to himself, happy to finally see the old house. As he grew lost in his thoughts, Mother Firefly left the room. Shortly after, a violently argument broke out and the shouting snapped him from his trance-like state.

"Well, I don't know who the fuck she is!"

"Why don't ya go fuckin' ask her, dumbshit? Ya wanna fuckin' know so bad!"

"Yeah? Well, fuck you!"

'She?' the boy thought, convince that the argument couldn't have been about himself, but still somewhat worried. Heavy footsteps thundered down the stairs, bringing his attention in their direction. An angry man with long hair stood on the last step and looked around the wall. 'O-otis...' the boy could feel himself blushing and instinctively looked down, pushing his stumpy hand deeper into his pocket.

"Hey, little shit- where the fuck are ya?" Otis called out, whiping his head about. Spotting the boy, he scoffed and hopped off the step, deliberately walking slow. "I wonder why this fucker looks so fuckin' familiar?" Approaching him, Otis reached for his chin, intended to tilt his face up to get a better look. But Mother interupted him, sauntering into the room.

"Otis, are ya being nice to out little guest?"

"Fuckin' fuck off, woman!" he barked, turning around and marching into the livingroom to plop onto the dusty couch. Looking over his bare shoulder, he alternately glared at the two.

Feeling awkard, the boy stared at his feet, starting to wish he hadn't made the journey to the house. He licked his suddenly dry lips and looked up nervously.

"So, ya got a name, little shit?" Otis turned completely around in his seat, now facing the boy.

"Uh... yes, sir. It's, um, Nova."

"That's fuckin' stupid."

"Uh..."

"Now, sweetie, don't listen to him. It's a pretty name for a pretty young lady." Mother moved a bit closer and smiled down at him. "Now, come and have a seat. Stop bein' shy." She put a nailpolished hand on his back and gently pushed him into the sitting room, in the direction of a plush arm chair.

Trying not to, but failing and stumbling regardless, Nova moved toward the chair. Sitting down, he furrowed his brow.

"Miss F- Uh, Miss, I'm not a girl." he said, trying not to blush again.

"Huh. Coulda fooled me. I mean, ya fuckin' look like a women, but... Hell, I'll take your word for it." Otis was calm, his tone even. It almost startled Nova, but he knew the older man was insane, so mood swings could and should be expected. Mother said , everyone soon growing quiet, and he got that awkward feeling again.

"Um, maybe I should leave? I mean, I don't-"

"Hush up, now. You can go and leave just yet. Not when it's this late," Moter Firefly seemed to scold him, even through her overly large, overly fake smile. "Come on, Nova, you'll be spending the night and you can leave in the mornin' when it's safe to go out. Why, Otis'll even drive ya into town. Won't ya, otis?"

"Woman, what did I say early? What did I say?" he turned to Nova. "Boy, tell this fuckin' whore what I fuckin' told her not ten fuckin' minutes ago."

"Uh, sir...?" Nova wasn't sure he wanted to answer, not wanting to offend Mother Firefly.

"Dammit, I said 'Fuckin' fuck you, women'. So fuck off, ya sack'a shit." He crossed his arms over his barechest and gave her a sour look.

"Alrighty then, I guess I'll go make us some dinner. How's pork sound?"

Sitting around the large dinner table, Nova pushed the pork and other unidentifiable foods around his plate, focusing a little too hard on the porcelin plate. Mother Firefly sat at the head of the table, smiling cheerfully at everyone in the crowded room. In the seat on her immediate right was Tiny, awkwardly hunched over in his chair. Next to him was Grandpa Hugo, who just would stop staring at Nova. The other head seat was empty, but the next one over was where Otis sat. And he sat uncomfortably close to Nova.

"Grandpa, stop staring at our guest- it's rude."

"Quiet woman- I'll do what I want. And right now I want her." He pointed a shakey, decrepit finger at the boy.

"Holy fuck, ya old fuckin' fucker! It's not a fuckin' girl. Even if it was, it would wanna fuck your sorry ass." Otis shouted at the old man, slamming his fist on the table and knock over his glass.

"Stop fuckin' with me. That ain't no man!"

"Sure as shit it is- it's a fuckin' man."

"Stop lyin' boy- it's a nasty habit."

"Fuck you, it's a man!"

Baby Firefly wandering in during their argument and took a seat next to Nova. Looking around eagerly, she interupted the quarreling duo.

"What're ya'll goin' on about this time?"

"See this fuckin' geezer?" He jabbed an accusatory finger in Hugo's direction. "He thinks this little shithead right here-" He redirect his finger to point at Nova. "Is a woman. Hugo's a stubborn old shit."

"Well, there's gotta be a way to prove it." Baby looked at Nova. "Ain't ya got a... an adam's apple?" Nova felt his throat and quickly shook his head. "What kinda man-"

"I'm... I'm more of a Lady-boy, really, so you can't quite call me a man."

"What the fuck is 'Lady-boy'"? Otis leaned in close, glaring hard.

"U-uh... Like, I'm a boy, right? But I have... curves, um, full lips, a high-pitched voice... the girly face... all that stuff... yeah..." Nova bowed his head, trying to look down even more- anything to escape the look Otis was giving him.

"Oh. Well, I'll be a son of a bitch. I didn't know they had those." His tone was calm again. "Ya fuckin' see, old man? It is a guy."

"Otis! Stop call him an it. He's a person." Mother Firefly corrected around a bite of food.

"Woman! Fffffuck. You. Stop makin' me fuckin' repeat myself."

The front door banged open and shut just as loud, heavy foot steps leading into the dining room. Captain Spalding entered the room, scowling and carrying bags of fried chicken.

"Dammit all! Here I am, fuckin' food in hand- and ya'll already got dinner made. And half eaten! Can ya fuckin' warn me next time?" Setting the bags down, he took his place at the head of the table opposite Mother. "Who's the runt?"

"This little fuckface is Nova. He's a Lady-boy." Otis looked somewhat smug as Nova finally looked up from his plate.

"Yeah, cute kid," said the clown, taking a few bite of semi-cold pork. "Not my type, though. You know, I like 'em with a little more meat on 'em." He chuckled and winked at the small boy. "The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'." Nova just stared at him, eyebrows arched.

"Yeah. That's fuckin' gross. No fat chicks." Spat Otis, turning away from the taller man. "Or fat men."

"Oh, shut up. We all fuckin' like different things. Now, I don't go jumpin' on your back for likin' to torture your fucks."

"Torture is different from fuckin' fatties, ya sick-ass clown."

"Nor do I bother you for fuckin' little boys." he added under his breath, but still loud enough to be heard.

"What. The. FUCK." Otis stood up from the table angrily, toppling his chair over in the proccess.

"I fuckin' said you FUCK LITTLE BOYS." Shouted Captain Spalding, standing up as well. Nova choked on his own spit, slipping out of his chair and hitting the dusty floor with a loud thud.

"That's what I fuckin' thought you said." Otis replied, grinning a short while later. The other soon joined him as Nova climbed back into his chair.

"Baby, ya'll wanna help me with the dishes? We'll let the men talk."

While the women busied themselves in the kitchen, Nova listened to the two older men talk. After some time, the conversation died down and Otis turned to him.

"So, where are ya sleepin'?"

"Uh, the couch?" he replied meekly, not wanting to imagine sharing a bed with the other.

"Nope. No fuckin; way kid. This clown fucker's stayin' the night. He's havin' problems with his whore of an old lady." No protests from Captain Spalding. "Try again, little shit."

"The f-floor?" Nova stutter, the odds starting to look bleak.

"N-no ch-ch-chance." Otis mocked in a high-pitched falsetto. "Give it another go, fuckhead."

"...the shed?"

"Dammit, boy!" Otis barked, beating the table with his fist again. "You're sleepin' in my bed tonight."

"O-oh..." 'Oh shit.'

Hooray! First chappie! I hope you guys liked it~

Next chapter should be up soon. Ish. Um, yeah. I make no promises. XD