Meeting him Pt. 1

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Abuse. My parents beat me up constantly saying I was a mistake. I never believed that. Crying. I spent practically all day in my room crying and trying to heal my bruises and cuts, sometimes failing and opening them up more. Death. The foul act everyone tells me to commit, and gets a kick to knee. Honestly, I could take a beating but not in this state. I was sobbing in my room until my 'dad' came up the stairs yelling my name. I suddenly got an idea! Why was I so stupid- I could just go under my bed! I managed to fit myself under right as my 'dad' opened up the door. "Y/N!! WHERE ARE YOU?? ... i know your in here, and I WON'T HESITATE TO KILL YOU WHEN I FIND YOU!!!!" I don't care. I dropped myself out from under the bed and surprised the man with an uppercut, sending blood out of his mouth like a river of red flowing water in the pacific. Now I had really done it. My 'dad' looked at me and I ran for my frickin' life 

-Time skip to when you "escape" dramatically-

*huff* *puff* *puff* well, that wasn't very pretty what I just got myself into. As I creeped back up to my house I went to the closet to get some clean clothes and found my parents tied up instead. They looked terrified and open their eyes wider at me. They seemed to want to tell me something but I didn't really care... they would just tell me i'm a mistake. I went up to my room and hugged my bob plushie merch when all of a sudden I felt a small "bump". I was extremely curious as to what that was and looked under the bed. There I saw a certain white figure I thought could never EVER just randomly appear under my bed. Bob. The real Bob.

I was freaking out. 'How?? How could Bob be right here in my house????' Then I saw Bob slowly crawl out from under my bed. "Are you alright" I didn't know what to say anymore, so I just casually hugged him tightly. "I don't even know right know, Bob..." I sobbed into into him as he absorbed my tears like water. "It's alright, don't cry" Somehow as if by MIRACLE, he made me stop crying and actually smile! "So Bob, how did you get here exactly..?"

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