~°{ Animal Cannibal }°~ ':Bob Velseb x Reader:'

|°{ Trick }°|

Date Published: 11/30/22

Date Updated: 11/30/22

THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN: Violence, swearing, horror

This is a long one, and I mean LONG, and I worked very hard on the dialogue, so please read all of it!! Plus Bob is introduced here!

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You packed up all of your tools that were on the list. Candy, a flashlight with the strobe option, a stick of butter, pepper spray, and finally... a list of bad puns about cannibalism.

It was the perfectly planned arsenal to go up against the infamous serial killer. Candy, for when all else fails, and if you would need a diversion. A flashlight with the strobe option, to disorient him. A stick of butter, for obvious reasons, something to slow him down. Some pepper spray, self explanatory. And finally, the puns. The terrible, cheesy, dark humored cannibalism puns. If the failsafe of the candy failed, the puns were to be your last resort. You had no knowledge whether or not anyone in the past had tried to fight back with puns, but you had a gut feeling they might come in handy.

"Alright, Y/N, let's do this!!" You grunted to yourself as you strapped on your backpack full of tools and faced your back door. All the windows and doors had been previously locked, the curtains drawn, the lights turned off. The funny thing was, you weren't even staying at home. Your seemingly empty house would pose as a distraction, for he would assume that someone would be home but also in hiding, and you would be able to catch him once he left your house with nothing to show for his attempts except an incoming concussion.

You walked to the back door quickly, opening it inch by inch, just to make sure nobody would hear it. The door hinges squeaked briefly and you froze in fear, breaking into a cold sweat. Nobody would've heard that, right? You waited for a moment as you listened, and after a couple seconds you decided it was safe to move.

The suspense was practically taking years off of your lifespan at this rate, the fear of the unknown and the fear of a cannibalistic serial killer were weighing you down mercilessly.

As you quietly locked the back door from outside, in the yard, you took a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. If small sounds  were giving you such a hard time, you couldn't imagine the absolute petrification that would swallow you whole once you would cone face to face with him. The sounds of trick or treating were distant, and the only audible screams were tiny screams of joy.

"Let's give him a taste he won't forget." You grunted to yourself, trying to hype yourself up. All that training you had done, all that investigating and slaving over newspapers, had prepared you for this night.

"What?" A young, scratchy voice asked out of the blue. You looked to the side yard and saw a child in a zombie costume staring at you all judgmental-like. After calming your poor heart, you put your keys away as you rolled your eyes and turned to the kid with an impatient frown. The kid held up their candy bag, rattling it with a demanding expression on their face.

"This is private property," You sighed unenthusiastically, opening the pocket of your backpack that had candy in it. "Now take this, Happy Halloween."

You tossed them two generic candy bars, and they looked up at you in disbelief. You groaned and threw three more pieces of candy at them, which they did take, and then the child left after blowing an ungrateful raspberry at you.

"Ugh.. kids." You grumbled disdainfully, putting the candy away. Now was the time for your real mission, which meant to mow down any more elementary schoolers that got in your way. You made your way out of the side yard at a quick pace, squeezing the straps of your backpack as the nerves began eating away at your thoughts once again. Have faith in yourself, Y/N, you dumbass! Sure, he may have been a butcher, so he may be super strong, but you trained for years! You've got this!! You thought to yourself stubbornly, shaking your head as you made it to the front yard and to the sidewalk. The tricky part would be finding him first, if you were being honest.