"Bye! Happy Halloween!" Y/N says, waving bye to the two children who came for candy. Funny how instead of saying "Trick or treat," they said, "Buddy or bloody!" While standing on their heads, which Y/N found to be the cutest thing all day.
They shut the door and stand up, walking to the kitchen to get more candy to fill their bowl.
While pouring the candy out of the bag into the orange bowl, they hear a knock on the door. They hurry to empty the bag before rushing over and opening it, revealing an obviously adult man wearing a devil costume.
"Well hello sir! Would you like some candy?" Y/N asks, looking up to the man. They can see a bit of drool on the man's mouth as he eyes the bowl of candy. Y/N grabs a handful and offers it to the man, who takes it and eats it all with the wrappers on.
"Heh, anyone can trick or treat no matter how old they are!" Y/N says before attempting to shut the door, but the man puts his foot in the doorway, pushing it back open and walking inside.
He reaches under his sweater and grabs a knife, holding it up above his head, ready to stab Y/N. Well, at least before Y/N snatches it out of his hand.
"Woah! This looks so cool! Much better than the knives I have here! Is this one, like, for professional purposes or something? This is like, Gordon Ramsay quality!"
Bob eyes them, frustrated that they took one of his knives. He reaches back under his sweater and pulls out his second knife and knife sharpener, now dragging the knife blade across it.
"Woah, even a sharpener too! I ain't got one of those, must be why my knives are so dull. Let me show you!" Y/N exclaims, racing back to the kitchen, Bob following her closely behind, still sharpening his knife.
They open their silverware drawer and pull out a simple steak knife, one probably bought from the local grocery store. "This is all I got, since I'm cheap," Y/N says, turning around and showing Bob.
Bob stares in confusion, wondering why this person was showing him their knife collection. They should be screaming at this point. He just wants to stab them so bad, but their enthusiasm is somehow keeping him from doing so.
"Right, this must be weird. We don't even know each other and I'm showing you my knifes! Sounds almost like I'm gonna murder you or something!" Y/N says awkwardly. "You probably have places to be!" They put their knife back in the drawer, shutting it, and giving Bob his knife back.
Finally, Bob has enough and cuts their hand open with the knife they returned to him.
"Ow!" Y/N shouts, holding her hand and covering the wound. "Wow, your knives really are sharp!" They say, rushing off to the bathroom.
Bob slowly follows them, taking slow steps and sharpening his knife more. As Bob makes it to the doorway, Y/N comes walking out, wrapping their hand in a bandage.
They look up to Bob and smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine," they say, walking past Bob and to the doorway. The open the door and gesture towards it. "It's about time for you to leave, anyways. Kids are still trick or treating, and I've got candy to hand them."
Bob hesitates. They're right, there are plenty more people trick or treating, and she's harmless. Unaware, in fact. He can't possibly hurt someone who was so nice to him, even when he was obviously trying to kill them. He slowly walks out the door, observing the streets to find his next lucky victim.
"Oh, wait!" Y/N says, walking up to Bob. "I'm Y/N. What's your name?" They ask enthusiastically.
Bob takes a moment before turning his head and replying.
"Bob."
