"Mama, i'm in love with a criminal!" Bob x Cannibal! NB reader (SPOOKY MONTH)

introduction

(tw: self harm, mentions of criminal activity)

M. Evermore slams the newspaper on the table, following with a passive aggressive chuckle.

"What have you BEEN DOING!?" The neighborhood policemen are taken aback by the sudden snap of tone by the mayor. 

"You know two officers can't deal with the-"

"MORE EXCUSES!?" M. Evermore cuts off John, groaning afterwards. He rubs his eyes and moves his hand over to click a button. "You can let her in." 

a short blonde woman pushes open the door. "Hi. Uh, what do you need me for, mayor?"

"Can you inform them on what's been going on with this guy?" M. Evermore points to the criminal on the newspaper, forcibly using a calmer tone than before the lady had entered the scene.

The female walks up to the counter. (im running out of words for woman)

"There have been approximately 8 deaths." she lifts up her hand to show emotion, "With ALL of them, dismembered." she looks to her right. "Good job, guys! Keep up the good work!"

"Is that sarcasm?" The cop asked the lady, to which she responds by placing a hand on her hip and shifting her stance, putting more weight on a single foot. (gay)

"What!?" 

M. Evermore sighs and rolls his chair to get up, walking to the window and looking out into the night sky. And that's where i come in.

See, I was narrating the scene for you so you get a little filled in on the whole problem in this town. the problem is me, and some other dude. 

I'm Y/N, but the people call me "monster." At least that's what i've been called by some kids. 

Anyways, I quickly escaped the scene before the mayor could spot me. I was spying on them because i couldn't actually get a newspaper and see what was going on myself. I flee into the woods and make my way back to my cabin. I lift up my skirt/shirt/hoodie and grab hold of the dullest knife i can. I then roll up my sleeve and without hesitation, carve letters into my skin. Not too deep, not too big.

"One." My voice is raspy. Desperate. Hungry. I smear the crimson red blood around the edges of the wound and beautiful red inner flesh of the scars i created. I lift up my arm and lick the blood hungrily, my saliva colliding with the red blood cells escaping my body. I then take a step on the porch of the cabin i call home. I shove the dull knife back in my pouch with the other weapons lined up on the side of my waist. I open my door and step inside. It's cold, to the point of me being able to see my breath. I walk over to a mirror. My hair is greasy, unwashed and dirty. I recoiled my skin at how disgusting it was, leading to me walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water, watching it heat up.

- time skip -

I walked out of the now steamy and humid bathroom, satisfied with how clean i now felt. I couldn't help but continue to think about that one guy in the newspaper he was talking about. If the bodies were dismembered, if they were eaten..

Warm blue drool ran down my face. I pick up my hand to wipe it away as I step outside and look at the full moon.

"Halloween." I mutter out loud.

little do i know, the person i was thinking about was in the deep trees, watching me with that same curiosity, that same desire to know more.