This is a little old so grammar is a little off. Not exactly happy but still decide to release it.
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Set shortly after meeting Millie's family
Y/N face:
Y/n stood outside Millie's family home, traumatized as he reflected on the 1069 unsettling methods to butcher and slaughter hell hogs. It was a lesson he knew he wouldn't forget... never those images were burned into his mind forever.
He slowly raised his hand, noticing the amount of blood that covered it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm his thoughts.
But when a quick flash of the hell hog appeared in his mind, he remembered something about it the hog looked... familiar. He began walking over to one of the nearby pens. A few more hell hogs in the fenced pen. Some played in the mud, one was fighting for dominance with another, and two others were in the corner doing... well, you could probably guess what they were up to.
He quickly shook off any blood from his hand before slipping it inside his jacket and pulling out his wallet, which held a photo given to him by angel.
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The picture depicts a pig with a circular dark pink color on its left eye...
Y/n: Oh shit wrong photo.
He quickly tucked the photo back into his jacket. That picture must have slipped out of that strange book he discovered in Angel's dressing room. He shrugged his shoulders before grabbing another photo from his wallet. This time, he double-checked to make sure it was the correct one before pulling it out.
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The photo he had intended to look at was one of Angel's fatty pet pig, Fat Nugget. He glanced back and forth between the picture and the real pig standing in front of him.
It was hard for him to comprehend how the small pig that Angel loves could evolve into such a large creature. They looked completely different from one another.
While he could think deeper into this thought about the creature. He caught the sound of footsteps approaching him from behind, causing his ears to twitch slightly.
???: Well, well... if it isn't Mister Sinner again.
The voice dripped with playful mockery and a hint of flirtation..
???: What brings ya out here? Trying to ring in another hog for our dinner tonight?
He turned to look back and noticed Millie's sister approaching, but there was a small issue... he couldn't recall her name.
Y/n: Oh, hey there...You.
When he mentioned " you, " for a brief moment, he could almost picture a guy with a strong jawline flashing in his mind.
The two exchanged silent glances, both questioning what kind of reaction that was.
???: You forgot my name, didn't ya?
Y/n: ... No
???: Oh, really now, Mister Sinner, how about you tell me my name then?
Y/n:....
???: ...
Y/n: Alright, fine, I don't remember your name. There, happy?
???: That's all you had to say, mister. No need to beat around the damn bush.
She tossed her hair with a smirk.
Sallie May: Name's Sallie May. Try not to forget it this time.
Y/n: Yeah, don't worry, I'll remember it this time.
Sallie May: Good.
Y/n: Anyway, what are you doing out here?
Sallie May: Hmph. I should be the one askin' you that.
Y/n: Well, it's ladies first, right?
For a split second, he could've sworn her face lit up, just a flicker, but with the sun glaring overhead, it was hard to tell.
Sallie May: You better be careful with that sweet talk
She leaned in, voice low and teasing.
Sallie May: It might just get you in a mess of trouble.
She gazed at him playfully for a moment, yet y/n remained unflustered. He was already used to this kind of flirtation from someone else who often pursued him.
A smirk formed as the seductive expression faded away.
Sallie May: Relax, I'm just teasin' ya, mister.. Unlike some folks, I remember what you said, 'bout not bein' attracted to me. Earned you a few brownie points. Anyway, what brings you back to our hogs?
Y/n: I was comparing your hogs to the ones my friend has.
Sallie May walked closer to him, leaning her chest against the fence as she looked at the animals. y/n held the picture out for her to see.
Sallie May: Oh yeah, that's just one o' the babies, but when they grow up, they become like these bad boys.
Y/n: Huh, that's interesting. How long do they usually stay small like this?
Sallie May: It depends on how much you feed them. Our hogs here are fed about 75 pounds per their weight, so this one is over here.
She points towards a hog who looked like he would fuck you up.
Sallie May: He is about 400 pounds.
If he had water in his mouth at that moment, now would likely be a good time for him to spit it out.
Sallie May: I say we feed him about 16 pounds a day.
Y/n: holy fuck, he's a big bitch.
Sallie May: Hehe, yes, he is my chubby boy.
Y/n:" chuckle" But besides my interest in your hogs, what about you? Why did you come back outside?
Sallie May: Mama and Pa wanted me to fetch them another hog for dinner, with there being quite a lot of y'all.
She faced him, seizing a rope from her side and pulling it apart, her face lighting up with a huge grin.
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Sallie May: Hey, sinner, are you up for a bit of a challenge? Who knows, maybe this could come in handy sometime down the road.
Y/n: Come on, didn't your father say stuff about us?
Sallie May: "Grinning." Yeah, that's your kind; it doesn't run away from any challenge.
Y/n: That's my answer right there
Time skip
Stolas: Now, how you play is quite simple. There are ropes around the area for our players to grab, and once they do, they must tie down as many players as possible within the next ten minutes.
Y/n stood in a circular formation with many others. He wasn't sure if it was due to luck or something else, but it seemed that Sallie May was right about the challenges they did and how it could potentially help him.
At least all those time he nearly got raped but that hog wasnt for nothing.
He should thank her later or something. Y/N smiled as he prepared to face the final Pain game.
Word count: 1087
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