As you awoke, you found yourself alone. Today would be a bit different, but you'd manage.
However, it wasn't until you truly thought over it... Was when you began to worry for your boyfriend. . . Bobs' hobby was risky as fuck, victims fighting back was most likely the biggest threat to him. But now, you started running towards him, you didn't know where he was, you could FEEL it. And where he was, was not a good position to be in.
Your heart pounded hard, but for once, your lungs didn't fail on you, instead they allowed you to sprint... to yell.. T O H A R M.
You'd hear a familiar voice in the alleyway, running for the entrance. And there he was, and to your horror, you were right. Two teens stood in front of him, catching their breath as they held a pipe and a bat at their sides..
And now, it was time to choose... Your lover, or two childrens' lives..
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You grabbed the knife Bob had been holding, which had been thrown out of his reach during the fight. You felt your very heart change, your grip on the knife tight, and your eyes burning with tears. You'd shuffle your feet, not making a single noise to give yourself away.
"Did we really do it..?" The boy spoke, looking over to the purple-haired goth.
"I think so, Rye." She replied, dropping the pipe, which once she looked away, you had then scooted it FAR out of reach.
"Sydney, we did it! We need to call the cops, we can finally end this!-" He'd get cut off, gurgling blood as you had quickly slit his throat from behind. "RYE!" She'd go to grab the pipe, finding it gone. "Please, you don't have to do this! Think about it!" She'd cry, hugging her lovers' corpse. "Well, I did.. I did think about it Syd.." You'd change your grip on the knife a bit, keeping her far away from any weapons. She'd look at you in pure horror, tears streaming down her face as you hugged her closely from behind, and then slit her throat. You'd watch as she'd go just the same as her boyfriend, crawling over to him to hold his hand to comfort herself. As you watched this, you'd stab her in the back a bit... Just to be sure, doing the same with Rye. . .
You'd look at Bob, praying to all hell he'd say just one thing... "Don't be dead..-" You'd stop in your place, seeing his head lift.
"... sweet... treat..?" A raspy and rough voice spoke, making you run to Bobs' aid. "Save it, we need to get the FUCK out of here." You spoke in a serious tone, placing his arm over your shoulder and helping him up. ". . ." He went silent, grinning widely at the two bodies. You'd sigh, holding back from gagging as you'd lean him on a wall. "What're you..?-" He jolt in slight surprise once you cut the corpse open, rolling up your sleeve and ripping her liver out. And without another word, you gave it to him so he could eat something, continuing on your way to the house.
[AT THE HOUSE. . .]
You'd kick the door open, not giving a shit about your own rule as you sat Bob down into the couch, tracking the blood on your shoes onto parts of the carpet. "I love you, so much.." Bob chuckled, remembering the scene you had caused, just. for. him. "Thanks, I love me too.~" You'd joke, getting a wheezing chuckle out of him. "Now, this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker, babe. If you gotta, you can bite me." You'd mentally ready yourself, in case he took that offer. And of course, "Alright.." He'd grin smugly, called it. You'd gulp a bit, a small bead of sweat running down your face as you'd straddle one of his legs, your heart-rate increasing fast as he'd gently bite down onto your nearest shoulder, which was your left. So, you began to fix up his wounds, his bite getting a bit harder as you would disinfect the wounds. And of course, at this point, he was drawing blood. You'd shift a bit, slightly flustered as his teal eyes meet yours. You began to stitch up the deeper wounds, your breath suddenly hitching as he'd bite a bit harder. He'd freeze, looking at you for a moment, before his eyes showed a smug grin.. "T-There, I got it all done." You'd stammer out in a blurt, Bob releasing your now bleeding shoulder.
"I saw that..~" He'd purr, his grin widened smugly as he'd stare down at you. "Saw what, me patching you sorry ass up?" You'd retort, attempting to hide your secret.
"You LIKED me biting you." His eyes went half-lidded as he grinned at you.
"No, weirdo like pain, I'm not a weirdo." You'd growl, trying so hard to protect your pride.
"Then.. You wouldn't get to bothered if maybe I.." He sat up, pushing you down to the couch, trailing his tongue on your bite mark. Your breath would hitch again as he suddenly bit your neck, however not enough to break skin, just enough to cause pain.. And at this point, at was getting really heated.
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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...
