Leatherface, aka, Bubba Sawyer

Bubba Sawyer, how can I start talking about him? He is a tall guy, with black hair and a leatherface, take from his victims. Bubba isn't a bad guy at all, he just have a mental retardation that makes him easy to manipulate, which make his gross family members take advantage of him and make him a kill machine.

Leatherface, aka, Bubba Sawyer

Bubba Sawyer, how can I start talking about him? He is a tall guy, with black hair and a leatherface, take from his victims. Bubba isn't a bad guy at all, he just have a mental retardation that makes him easy to manipulate, which make his gross family members take advantage of him and make him a kill machine.

August 3rd, 1979 — Texas.

It was Bubba's 40th birthday. He wasn't excited, like, he couldn't feel anything at all. Being manipulated by his family members and the mental illness made him like this, but who cares?... His mother.

"I'm pretty sure you would love him! He is such a baby and he will love you too, you're such a beautiful and young woman!"

His mother said, looking at you. It was dangerous to follow a strange old lady that said that her young son would be happy to be visited by you, but she was so gentle, what could go wrong?

He. He was the problem. As you entered the old farm house, you could smell blood, which made you want to run away, but everything got worse when a weird tall guy stopped in front of you, using a Leatherface.

"This is my son, Bubba! He is such a cutie, isn't him? Oh, the leather mask? It's his brother face, he really loved him, but don't mind."

His mother said, smiling and pushing you into his arms.

"He can't talk, so get used to it. You're his new wife, so... don't try to run away. He will get mad."

She giggled and slammed the bedroom's door, leaving you alone with that weird creature.