kemper steps closer to the front of the car , peering under the raised hood as the smoke drifts past him . “ yeah , i think you might’ve officially killed it this time . ” he looks over at her , brows lifting slightly . +
⠀⠀⠀ her eyes rolled as she nodded, folding her arms, head tilted. ゛ maybe 𝓲 was helping myself. ever heard of destruction therapy .ᐣ ゛
a loud sigh was exhaled. ゛ out of gas, plus… ゛ turning to the car, a soft plume ₊
kemper lets out a quiet laugh , glancing at the car before looking back at her . “ yeah , well , you weren’t exactly helping it any . ” he shifts his weight , hands settling into his pockets . “ what happened anyway ? ”
⠀⠀⠀ she considered snapping back at him, hands almost gesturing as if a real answer was incoming. it wasn't. 𝖙ris𝖍 just tossed her hair, before letting out a frustrated breath—𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 a laugh.
゛ already dead, you know .ᐣ ゛
kemper glances over at her , then down at the wheel she’d been kicking before looking back at her . “ what’d the car do to you ? ” he gives a small shake of his head , watching her for a moment . “ you gonna kick it to death ? ”
#STRANDED. . . a descriptive & literate KEMPER STERLING. based on texas chainsaw massacre (2003). canon and headcanon. semi - selective. crossovers welcome. crafted for the horror verse.
scribed by the hands of 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 !