(A/N: This is my first time so please be gentle! Anyway, this story is about a sick kid who, through insufferable bad luck I suppose, lives a hard-knock life. Anyway, after a road accident she wakes up in the Sawyers' slaughterhouse. For any questions, comments, flames and other violent reactions, kindly put them up in the R&R, please and thank you :D ps: I do not own Bubba or any of his family members. I only own Nails :D )

Ch. 2

Nails sits quietly in the corner she had woken up in. She watches Leatherface fumble with the tools and pace back and forth from a slab and to a table with the tools. Fat and on the slab was the upper half of a body whose head is unseen by Nails, as she is too small to see the whole thing. She could only see the ribcage as Leatherface expertly tears them apart. Nails does not know the ribcage belonged to Daddy. Nails does not know the bright red ribbons that Leatherface pulls up and ties around the hooks are Daddy's intestines. To Nails, it looks like party décor, bright red ribbons strewn up and around, a gruesome sight to behold.

Like small children are, Nails grows too curious and tries to crawl closer, knocking over a pail of rags. The noise terrifies Leatherface and he immediately reaches for his meat cleaver, whirling around in circles to ascertain where the sound had come from. He looks silly to Nails, who finds all this very amusing, and giggles.

Leatherface wails and raises his hand to strike; but has raised the hand with the wooden spoon. He sees the tiny figure in the corner and is both frightened and intrigued by it. He poses to strike and shrieks, but Nails does not flinch. Instead she copies his movements and is immersed in fits of giggling.

Needless to say, Leatherface, despite his badass image and chainsaw-wielding antics, is mentally retarded and has the disposition of a small child. What a normal adult finds annoying whenever a child copies movements does not apply to Leatherface; it is all a game to him and he has found a playmate. He claps his hands slowly, a non-verbal equivalent of "yay!" and kneels down to inspect the new creature. It hadn't been moving when he brought it home, but now it was. His brother, Cook, had wanted to chop her up early, but had chosen the fatter one first, since the small one was thin and had hair too long and dirty-looking.

Leatherface hadn't encountered people so small before. He reached out to pat its head, like a boy would pat a dog, and Nails reached out and pat his head in return. Leatherface wheezed and grunted in glee; Nails, fascinated with the new friend, patted his leathery face mask repeatedly.

"Leatherface! Open the door for Aunt Mae!"

Leatherface cringes, stands up, and squats again, making gestures to try reassure Nails, who was otherwise calm but confused. Leatherface piles some rags on top of Nail's head and gestured for her to stay still as he saunters outside to hold the door open for his Aunt Mae.

"What's with the meat cleaver and spoon, boy? You look silly." Aunt Mae mutters good-naturedly as she enters, "I see your brother's gotten a new door!"

"Aunt Mae! Just in time fer supper!" Cook lingers animatedly once Aunt Mae enters the kitchen, "We got new livestock, see? One of 'em's a brewin' and a couple are up fer storage—"

"—be back from 'nam next couple 'o months…Well I'll be damned. You got yourself some young 'uns." Aunt Mae had been babbling on regardless of the flow of the conversation.

"A family of 'em, Aunt Mae. Got ourselves a Mommy an' a Daddy and three 'lil uns, 'aint that right, Bubba? 'Aint that right?"

Leatherface nods his head furiously, grunting in response. Boy, who is exhausted from screaming, groans and struggles in his chair.

"Well, don't you be rude now," Aunt Mae heads for the drawers, taking out the cutlery, "Have the family join us for supper."

Cook cackles gleefully and lifts a pot from the stove. Around that time, Mommy comes to; she had been sitting by the table, all tied up and gagged like Boy. She moans when she sees Boy and Cook greets her cheerfully. "G'day, Ma'am." And to Aunt Mae: "Well, the momma's up. Got one of the boys up. And another one 'o the boys right 'ere!" He sets the pot and its bubbling contents on the table. It's chili, and we know what's in it. Who's in it. Cook laughs at his joke, and Aunt Mae smiles and shakes her head.

"What the fuck are you standing there for, boy?" Cook snaps at Leatherface who'd been standing near the door to the slaughter room, fiddling nervously with his spoon, "Go fetch the rest of 'em happy fam'ly!"

Leatherface whimpers some, gestures as if trying to reason with him, as if saying 'is that really necessary?'

"You tryin' to disobey me, boy?" Cook twirls a hand towel and lets go of one end, causing the other end to nip sharply at Leatherface's behind. "Get 'em on up! Get 'em on up! Go on now, go!"

Leatherface squeals and scampers down to the slaughter room. He fetches Girl from the freezer and Daddy (or part of what used to be Daddy) and hurries on up. Meanwhile, Nails peers up from her cover of rags, wondering why she wasn't included.