The Final Course A Bob Velseb x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 1

The First Encounter

I never really watched the news much, but for the first time in years I actually tune into the broadcast. Maybe it was a good thing that I did because all I heard on each and every channel was this:

"BREAKING NEWS: Bob Velseb has broken out from the county jail at approximately 10 pm. Lock all of your doors and windows, and make sure to watch your children this halloween season. Stay safe everyone." The news is terrifying but I don't feel scared. Maybe it's because my life is pretty miserable. At this rate with my credit score, I don't think I'll ever be able to leave my parents home. Even if they're constantly out of town, I want to move out. This house is worse than my previous relationship, and that's saying something. 

Hopefully this man just ignores me this season. Even if he kills me it wouldn't matter. However for the sake of my parents, I lock the doors and windows, and close all the curtains. Would they want me to pray? Or would they want me to get the gun from the attic and hide? Maybe both. But the attic is creepy and gross, and I'm not going in there. May as well hide in the basement. Its furnished and has our guns. By the time I get down there, he's already in front of the gun case.

"Hello lambchop! Did you know-", he starts.

"Yeah no I'm gonna stop you right there. How the fuck did you get in my house"

"Don't interrupt-"

"How the fuck did you get in my house? Answer that first Bob."

"Well you left the basement door open."

". . . . I don't care if your a serial killer cannibal, so get out. If you wreck this place my parents will kill me!"

"Wait wait.... what?? Your more concerned about your house getting messy, rather than worrying about being killed and eaten?" 

". . . . Yes? It's reasonable to be worried about your fucking house isn't it?"

Bob groans and walks towards me, his knife in hand. His footsteps are heavier then the average persons, and he's drooling through his devil disguise. In his eyes I probably look like a helpless deer in headlights with the sass of a 3 year old.

"Now that's odd, you don't run from death do you darlin?" he says to me. His smile widens, and it's honest to god pretty. For a cannibal his teeth are very clean.

"You have pretty clean teeth for a cannibal you know.", I say nervously. I start backing my way up the stairs, and he slowly follows. "It would be a shame if you couldn't leave, You did lock the door when you walked in right? To keep out the police?"

"Yeah? Its custom for serial killers"

"Well you should know that the basement door is hard to unlock even on the inside. The lock likes to act up sometimes so you may be locked in until my parents come back", I say as the doorknob falls off the door. "So if you value your life, you'll take what I provide Velseb." By now I'm at the top of the stairs, screwdriver in hand and I quickly take off the doorknob and close the door.

"SON OF A- LET ME OUT", he yells. I hold the door back while boarding it up using the spare wood next to the door, and only leave space for the cat door to bring food. He keeps banging on the door, the wood still holding out well. 

"It's not going to work. The wood is pretty thick, and it's really good quality wood too. So are the nails, so I don't think your getting out anytime soon.", I say to him. There's just garbled yelling, probably from the drooling issue. I go ahead and barricade the door in case he breaks down the door using the bookshelf, table, and the fridge (There's a plug next to the basement you hounds). "Listen up bob, I'd say I'm giving you my mercy, so appreciate that your still able to move and talk. There's a bunch of entertainment, a spare bed, and a bathroom so you have all your basic needs taken care of. I like to say that I'm a pretty good cook so you'll be getting meals made by me. Mess anything up and your gonna eat straight ramen for a week."

"WHY ARE YOU SO DIFFICULT", he yells.

"Because I can be.", I say. From what it sounds like, he trudges back downstairs and flops somewhere. "Maybe if you're nice I'll keep you company!" There's no response, so I assume he's asleep or finding an exit. "If you need anything please let me know. You may be a serial killer, but your still a person ya know." Once again he's not responding so I decide to move an air mattress over to the door and sleep.

The next day

There's a noise coming from the basement, and it seems like he's pacing around the basement still trying to find a way out. "It's not gonna work Bob, even an axe can't get that door down. Trust me, I tried. Anyway I'm gonna make some food, is there anything you want?"

"Fuck off"

"Then your getting no breakfast."

"Whatever"

"Scratch that, no food today"

"I can live."

"Ooook, good luck!" After a little bit of sitting around the living room, I go to the kitchen and make myself some eggs and bacon, and  as soon as it starts smelling good in the kitchen, there's a stray arm reaching through the cat door. "So you can't live can you? I suppose I could spare some. But I expect a thank you." I finish off mine and get the next couple eggs for Bob.

"How do you prefer your eggs?"

"Scrambled." he says.

"You sound so pitiful, what happened to your violent demeanor?"

"Well you were the one who locked me in a basement with no exit."

"Hey your protected from the police so don't start."

"W-wait, you haven't called the police?"

"Nope. I hate those assholes. They falsely accused my best friend of your crimes because they didn't wash a kitchen knife."

"Damn... I did that?"

"Yes. I assume you saw him at one point while you were in prison."

"All I know is that I saw some guy dying on his bed from disease before he was taken to a hospital. Was that him?"

"Yep. The news was terrible." By now the eggs are done and I put them in a bowl with the bacon on top. "There should be some forks down there. I don't have any clean forks up here."

"Alright"