You began to breathe heavily, your hands turning white from the grip you had on the cart.
"Come on, [Y/N], I was just teasing you. Don't got to be so angry about it." The worker chuckled, amused at your pissed off state. You'd take the knife he was holding, stabbing it down into his lower arm. It went right through, the worker letting out a screech of agony.
Your eyes grew wide in surprise as you'd look down at the workers' blood apon your hands. "What the fuck, it was a compliment! " He yelled out, ripping the knife out and tossing it away as he'd try to steady his breathing. "NEVER FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, CUNT-FACE." You screamed at his face, huffing in anger as he'd stumble back.
He'd trip, hitting his neck on the nearby table with a sickening CRACK. "Oh shit." You spoke out-loud, grabbing your cart and running like hell to pay for it and get the fuck home.
[At Home...]
You'd bring the food in quickly, slamming the door behind you and putting all your weight on it. Bob, who had heard this, turned to look at you excitedly, however, his expression changed to confusion. "Sweet treat, what happened to your hands?" He'd waltz over, grabbing your right hand roughly to examine the drying blood. He'd lick it, his eyes growing wide... This wasn't a prank. "[Y/N].. What happened." He ordered, staring down at you.
"It was that dickheads fault! He wouldn't leave me the fuck alone, so I!-" You yelled out in a blurt, shaking. "... It's alright, you did good. Did anyone see it?" He'd comfort you, licking the blood from the hand he had in his grasp. "No, that store is always really empty.." You began to ease down, still squirming a bit as he'd 'clean' the blood. "Hm, good." He'd let go, freaking as he saw the steaks. "Now, what's this..?~" He'd sound absolutely enthralled, his grin going insanely wide as he'd take out one of the steaks. "I got some steak for dinner, I made the mistake of going to the store hungry Bob. . ." You'd chuckle, still a bit manic about you stabbing the fucking worker. "Sirloin, good pick, thought it is a bit tough if not cooked right." He'd seem proud almost at your actions, and choice of cuts. "It was on sale so.. It was almost free." You explained, however, showing slight disgust as Bob opened one up and started eating from the raw meat. "Not even cooked...?" You mumbled, Bob looking at you disturbed. "You COOK it?" He'd blurt out, raising an eyebrow. "Well, yeah? I could get sick if I just eat it completely raw!" You'd reply, rushing to the bathroom sink and scrubbing at the blood harshly. After a while, you had gotten the blood off, but now had to clean the sink off..
You stared blankly, starting to clean the blood up. Bob watched from the doorway, correcting you a few times to help you clean it easier. You would get the sink completely clean again thanks to Bob, however, you were still a bit panicked.. "I fucking stabbed him, Bob!" You spoke out, expressing your stress. "There was a paper on the floor, and he tripped and- Oh god.." You'd run a hand through your hair, looking at him. "Is he dead?" Bob, who sounded a bit too enthused about your first murder, questioned. "He broke his neck on the table, fuckin hell, the crack.." You shivered, remembering the sickening crack he had made on contact with the table. Bobs' grin only grew wider at this information, as he'd walk closer to you. You'd look at his grin, knowing what this meant.. You were just as fucked as he was now. "You're fine, nobody would expect you anyways. They'll think it was just some employee being risky on the job." He purred, squishing your face slightly in his hands. "What do you mean 'nobody would expect me'?" You inquired, tilting your head a bit.
"You're literally the last person who'd murder somebody..." He'd begin, bringing himself to your level with ease. "Who'd expect a such a.. small, innocent person to do such a thing..?~" He'd add on, tilting his head as well. "They'd blame it on ME most likely, if they figured it was a murder." He'd purr out, staring into your eyes. 'Gah daym, I wanna make out with this motherfucker- AY NO, BAD.' You'd blush a bit from your own dirty mind.
'But now.. That wouldn't be too bad now..' You'd realize, after all.. You were both murderers now... 'Fuck it.' You'd narrow your eyes in determination. So, you'd hold his face, and kissed him. At first, he was shocked by this, before melting into the kiss and holding the back of your head. You'd both pull away, leaving an extremely flustered [Y/N]. "Hm... Still tastes sweet.." He'd joke, grinning. "You taste like metal.." You'd freeze up. "You ate someone while I was gone did you...?" You'd furrow your brows, hands on your hips.
"MMmmaybe." He'd grin, hugging you and resting his head on yours'.
"... Ew, I have blood cooties." You'd joke, both of you bursting out laughing.
Let's just say, for once Bob didn't lay at the end of the bed, but cuddled up to you.
This was only the beginning. . .
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+ . / { A Normal Occurrence. } \ . + A Bob Velseb x Masc!Reader. (OLD ASF)
Fanfiction[Y/N] was always a problem child, even at this beginning of his life. He was always sick, had many allergies, and always stayed inside his room. His life was a living hell during most seasons, but not during fall. Halloween had always been his favor...
