Yet another trial was well underway, and Bubba had wasted no time putting his chainsaw to flesh.
The survivor on his shoulder shouted and kicked as he trudged towards a hook. Another was trying to get his attention, trying to egg him towards them - but his path was unwavering, and the survivor's screams pierced the air as he set her where she belonged.
His grim duty fulfilled, he turned his attention to her teammate.
They'd begun running, but there wasn't much to run to, and it wasn't long before Bubba's long strides caught up. Another roar of his chainsaw, and they, too, fell, screaming horribly. With a whine, Bubba raised his chainsaw once more- ready to put an end to them.
stu ... is not completely sure what's going on. did some of the survivors try to explain it to him at the campfire? almost certainly! but it was a lot to take in, and he found himself standing in this trial alone, so he hasn't really been getting anything done except wandering around and listening to the sound of survivors screaming — a chorus backed up by what stu can only recognize as the sound of a chainsaw. is someone getting chainsaw murdered? is he gonna get chainsaw murdered? neither of these concepts upset him half as much as they probably should, and he's purely entertained by the thought as he finds his lanky form curiously meandering closer and closer to the sounds of pain and violence that seem to fill the entirety of ... um, wherever they are right now.
when he's as close as he can get and peers (not cautiously, but excitedly) from behind one of the mysterious wooden structures which seem to litter this place for no apparent reason except to exist, stu is greeted by something much better than he ever should've expected. most people would react with fear, be it paralyzing or incite them to run away, but ... not stu. rather, his eyes are big on his face and his lips are parted something fierce, and as he rushes over to get a closer look at the killer who is mowing down his alleged teammates, he is clearly not doing so in order to try to protect anyone. "holy fucking shit! are you bubba sawyer? like, actually bubba sawyer? dude— that's so cool! can we hug?? i think i love you." that is a lot to lay on a guy, but stu has never cared about things like that, just like he doesn't seem to care about the bleeding and broken bodies of his fellow survivors. wowza! it's bubba texaschainsawmassacre!! poor stu is so starstruck, he looks like he's about to faint. good luck dealing with this guy, mr. cannibal.
A survivor runs into view, and Bubba stops for fear of being blinded. Instead of saving his fallen comrade, however, he talks - and for a moment, Bubba isn't sure if he heard him right. It isn't until he repeats it that it sinks in.
This survivor had called him by name. He stares, dumbfounded, chainsaw hanging limply. He hardly notices as the hapless survivor at his feet crawls away, trailing blood like a slug- all of his attention is now fixed on this strange man.
He babbles questioningly, head tilting. He can't help but to step closer as he peers at the man, shy but curious... He wasn't familiar, or at least, Bubba didn't recall meeting him. How did he know him?
stu's hands are shaking with unbridled glee, a huge grin splitting his features as he puts them up and shakes them excitedly. it's almost funny, how childishly happy he is right now while standing in such a bloody, darkened environment ... but bubba is practically one of his childhood heroes, and he's not sure he's every felt so overjoyed to see anyone in his entire life. rather than being scared when bubba takes a step towards him, he also moves to close the distance! and he extends one of his vibrating hands, to shake, as if bubba won't chainsaw him down at any moment.
"i'm- i'm stu! stu macher! um ... i think i'm your biggest fan? maybe? fuck it, yeah, i am! aaah!" he's so excited ...
Bubba doesn't know what to make of Stu's reactions. People are always scared, or angry, or both when they meet him-- never has he met someone so... happy. His head tilts as he studies him, eyes wide with bewilderment, before realizing the other is offering him a hand. Quickly setting his sledge hammer in the grass, he shakes his hand, his own palm slick with blood.
Stu's words make the big cannibal let out an embarrassed groan, and he shies his head away, blushing deeply under his mask. Unsure of how to respond, he continues to groan, flustered. He pulls his hand back to hide his face.
stu doesn't seem to mind the blood any more than he would've minded if bubba's hands were damp with sweat or tap water. once they've shaken (his own grip isn't very firm, but anyone could feel the excited energy behind it), he rubs it between his long fingers and then carelessly rubs it off across the thigh of his own jeans, not minding whether or not it leaves a smeared stain — everyone here already seems to be dirty enough as it is, so whatever. he's not so sure about the technicalities of the trials, or the entity ... but he knows an iconic horror character when he sees one, and he knows the original texas chainsaw massacre is one of his favorite movies of all time. stu is just a little guy. little a fanboy.
"shit, you're— you're even cooler in real life, i can already tell." does this qualify as real life? ehh ... well, it's happening right in front of his own two eyes, so basically. he's never been smart enough to wrap his head around that sort of thing, so he simply chooses not to dwell on it. this is no big scheme to get bubba to leave the other survivors alone, though, and it's out of something genuine when he nervously looks down at the ground (he's a little overwhelmed from meeting his idol) and sees one trying to crawl away. stu points. "hey, you're losin' somebody there!"