Bob velseb x reader (spooky month)

Night time troubles

Worning, mentions of self harm.

You woke up to a loud bang. You tried to go back to sleep but then another bang echoed through your room. Reluctantly you got up to find the source of the sound. You listened for the bang and sure enough there it was agan, it sounded like it came from Bob's apartment. concerned, you went to knock on his door. You could hear the distinct sound of a knife scraping against something. you knocked on the door, “Hello?”. things went silent. The door opined in a similar fashion as it did the first time you met him. All you could see was his eyes and the glint of his teeth through the slightly opened door. But something was different, his eyes were a bright cyan color.

(y/n) “you ok?...” you asked nervously, well backing away from the door.

Bob stared at you with a sinister smile. He opened the door more. you could see he was wearing a headband with red horns on it. His hair was messy. He was wearing a t-shirt that said ‘fun facts enthusiast’. You've never seen him without a sweater covering his arms. there were scares scattered on the inner part of his left arm.

Bob “would you like to come in~” 

He gestured for you to enter his apartment as his smile widened.

He was acting strange…

(y/n) “Are, you hungry?” you asked, thinking back to how he acted during dinner.

Bobs smile wavered and his eyes turned brown. He stared at you for a will before he rehearsed his last memory in his head ‘I had just gotten home and was in a sour mood. I want to do what I always do when I'm feeling down and grabbed a knife. I stared at it intently, admiring the sharp edge. Well my hands shook, knowing i couldn't kill someone to blow off steam. I placed it on my wrist, and… now I'm here…’ 

Bob seems disoriented so you put your hand on his shoulder.

(y/n) “did you just wake up from sleepwalking?” you asked, trying to assess the situation.

Bob “... mabey?” you both looked at the mess in bobs apartment. Torn up pillows and sacks of rice were scattered around the room. Bob's mind ‘dang it i just got those’. He frowned looking at the mess. 

(y/n) “i’ll help clean up” 

Bob “you don't have t-”

You pushed past Bob and started gathering the rice into a torn up pillow case. Bob turned on the light and started helping as well. Bob noticed he had his knife belt on 'at lest i know where my knife went'. He hid his belt in a cubored under the sink. You both cleaned in silence. Once it was all neat and tidy you straighten your back and stretched. 

Bob “thanks for helping..”

You flinched and swung yourself around when you noticed he was standing really close behind you. His figure touring over your own. He looked embarrassed and was gripping his left arm tightly. 

(y/n) “don't worry about it, I'm sorry for being so blunt during dinner. I've been told I can be a lot when I'm curious about someone. Just tell me to drop the subject next time I ask something you're uncomfortable answering.”

Bob's expression brightened.

Bob “alright” ‘this is the second time I acted off around them, but they are still being nice to me… I don't understand… are they not creeped out about my facts mostly being meat related, are they ok with the violent way i eat, why are they so unfazed by my “drooling problem”. Maybe there just waiting for me to lower my guard around them, then they'll tell me they know i'm a murrder and send me to jail!’ his thoughts continued to spiral, tale you placed your hand on his arm.

(y/n) “what did your arm ever do to you?” you said in a joking tone

Bob looked down at where your hand was and realized he was gripping his left arm really hard. He softened his grip and crossed his arms.

You were a bit worried about him.

(y/n) “do you sleepwalk often?”

Thinking back to the time he spent in the cult, he realized there were a lot of blanks in his memory.

Bob “...i guess.”

His answer made you worry even more ‘what if he gets hurt while walking in an unfamiliar environment’.

Bob could tell you where worried but he didn't understand why.

(y/n) “oh yeah! What time is it?”

Bob blinked then walked over to what you assumed was his room. All the apartments had similar layouts but sometimes the bathroom and bedroom were swapped. 

Bob called out “it's 3:57!”

He came back to the living room and showed you his phone.

Bob “I'm really sorry for causing so much trouble…”

(y/n) “it's no tribble at all! besides, it's not like you can control what you do when you're sleeping.”

Bob “i guess, bu-”

(y/n) “nope! i don't want to hear another apology. I already said it's fine, but are you ok?”

You asked softly.

Bob wasn't used to someone treating him so gently. He didn't know how to respond.

Bob “i…”

Things were quiet as you whated for his answer, but when it didn't come you gave him a big hug.

He was so surprised he almost lost his footing. Although you did your best, you couldn't wrap your arms completely around his stomach. He was soft and smelled a bit like iron and sugar.

He wrapped his hands around your back and restied his head on the top of yours. You could feel his stubble brush against you as he hugged you closer to his chest. You both felt so warm and safe in each other's embrace. Neither of you wanted to let go. Bob was tired and started dozing off. You could feel him putting more and more weight on you. Knowing you wouldn't be able to support the entirety of his weight, you reluctantly pulled away.

(y/n) “we better get to bed” you said wormly looking up into his eyes.

He rubbed one of his eyes and nodded. You gently held his hand and led him to bed, he was shocked but too tired to question you aloud. You tucked him into bed, resisting the urge to kiss him good night. You stared into his tired, confused, dark brown eyes and whispered “good night bob” 

Bob “‘nigh…” you slid your hand out of his as he shut his eyes. You took the head band that had slid slightly to the side of his head, and placed it on his nightstand. Quietly, you left his room and then his apartment. You were tired as well. You collapsed onto your bed but sleep would not visit you. Your worries about Bob kept you up. you listened to the wall your bed was against. Just on the other side of that wall was Bob's room. You put your hand up to the wall and wondered if he was having a nice dream right now. You lied there listening for the rest of the night. Then your alarm sounded telling you it was morning. After turning it off you shut your eyes and finally fell asleep.