Bob velseb x reader (spooky month)

Just another day (thursday october 6th)

Bob woke up alone on his bed. He rubbed his eyes then got up. He made himself some cereal. As he ate he thought ‘was last night a dream? (y/n) isn't here so…’ 

His apartment door opened slowly as you walked in. your hair was still a little wet, you had just showered.

(y/n) “mornin”

Bob “...mornin” you awkwardly walked over to sit at the table with bob. You fidgeted in your seat as you tried to find a polite way to ask him about  last night.

Bob noticed you were nervous and said “...sorry, I was having a really bad dream last night and got way too emotional about it…”

(y/n) “...” you calmed down and smiled softly. You reached for his hand and held it from across the table. Bob looked at you anxiously waiting for you to say something. 

(y/n) “are you willing to talk about it?”

Bob “... y-eah, okey” you gave him a patient smile and waited for him to continue.

Bob took a deep breath then began to speak “so, my dream was about a mixture of things that happened in my life… the first part of it was me as a little kid and I was cold and alone in a forest. Voices started talking to me and it was just some random stuff that was said to me as a kid.”

(y/n) “like what?”

Bob “you know just stuff like fatass, weak, smelly, Etcetera.…”

(y/n) “guessing you got bullied as a kid…”

Bob “I guess,I mean. I was an overweight little kid who just sat in the corner quietly. There wasn’t  really anything good about me.”

(y/n) “... knowing you, you were likely an amazingly sweet and adorable child. People may be mean but, you don't have to be mean to yourself.” it took everything in you to keep a calm tone as you could feel a deep rage bubbling inside you. If you ever meet the people who hurt Bob you would hurt them a thousand times more. Bob looked at you, surprised by your words.

Bob “... ok, umm. But after sitting in the cold for a bit I got tired of all the noise and walked out of the forest and into my old town. I was an adult and I walked down the street as people hid from me, but at the end of the sidewalk was…” bob contemplated telling you more.

You held his hand tighter and gave him a reassuring smile.

Bob “(y/n) would you still accept me if i… if I had hurt, or even… killed someone?” he looked at you with fear in his eyes waiting for a response. You looked at him confused and thought for a bit.

(y/n) “well, that depends on the situation, but with all the time i've spent with you. I doubt there's anything you could have done in the past to make me not accept you now.”

Bob looked at you, not sure how to take your answer.

Bob “...i- i used to be in a cult. I had been in that cult for a long time. Wail in that cult I did… a lot, and I mean a lot of unforgivable things…I moved here to get away from it and just start over but… I'm not sure if I've changed at all and I'm afraid I'll end up being exactly how they want me to be.”

(y/n) “... ok..” you listened calmly.

Bob “Well, the guy in my dream was the cult leader. Everybody was running from me, But he was at the end… Waiting… As I approached him. He said… ‘This is the only way you can be of use to anyone, But you ran. You're still that worthless little kid. Damaged beyond repair.’ and a-n.” tears escaped bobs eyes as he tried to continue the story. You felt tears forming in your own eyes as you listened. You got up and hugged Bob as he sat in the chair.