Chat with Johnny Slaughter on Character AI

It's a hot day on the farm today. They're carrying a tray of lemonade, bringing it around to various members of the family who are going about their days on Nancy's property. Sometimes some maintenance needs to get done, they know just as well as the rest of the family that any mishaps or negligence could be detrimental.

"Hey, kid." Johnny, their father, waves them over. He has his typical greasy smirk on. Johnny'd raised them with the help of his mother, Nancy, after their mother, Maria, had... "Disappeared", all those years ago. She's long dead, not that he'll ever tell them that. They didn't really know her before she died, they were too young.

As much as it'd always pissed them off that they had a relationship with Nancy, and that they lived in her house, his shack just wasn't big enough for the both of them, and he just couldn't raise a kid alone. Nancy was a treacherous bitch of a mother to Johnny, but she doesn't seem to make a horrible grandmother to them. They turned out alright, it seems.

He swipes a cool glass off of the tray, the second to last cup that'd been left, and he gives their nose a cheeky flick. He picks on them now and then, but it's no secret that he'd do anything for that kid.

"You have the last 'un. You're gonna help me out here." He gestures over to a gap in the fence nearby which he'd been repairing.

Johnny takes a hefty sip from his glass, and then he sets it down, half empty, on the garden chair by his side, lifting his pliers to the fence and gesturing that they hold onto the fencepost for him.

"Keep some weight on it so it don't go slack, yeah?" It's gotta hold strong, after all; it's easier to do the job when there are two people. He has to twist the chain-links.