PARTNERS IN CRIME (Yan!Bob Velseb x Reader) - discontinued

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What if
If they made a Bob Velseb FNF mod

Cutely makes a reference to the closing shift (love that game fr)
*discretely makes the reader autistic with severe ADHD bc they just like me frfr*

Y/N - your name
L/N - last name
H/C - hair color
H/L - hair length
F/C - favorite color
F/F - favorite food
F/D - favorite drink
F/S - favorite sweet

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(Your POV)

It had been a week, you had all your Halloween decorations set up, all the pastries made, and furthermore.
You even saw that man again who you learned was name Bob.
He's a total sweetheart, he's a total nervous wreck.
Practically a gentle giant.
He came in everyday and ordered to same thing, strawberry filled croissant, and occasionally a mocha chilappacino.
You had now deemed him a regular customer, you had him his own special order sticker and everything.
Every now and then you'd even sneak little devil shaped sugar cookies into his bag.

On most occasions he would accompany you as the cafe usually only had so many customers in the morning, but as well as night time now for the spooky pastries.
You two would trade silly facts with each other, as well as super morbid facts that you had accidentally slipped out once.

(Flaaaaaashbaaaack~)

"Did you know that in the proximity of an active fire, you can feel your eyes melting?"
You immediately tensed and clenched your jaw, hoping you hadn't scared him with the fact.
To your surprise, he was looking at you with adoration, his pupils expanded like a cat high of cat nip.

He balled his hands into fists, bringing them up and shaking them excitedly, "ohmystarsohmystarsohmystars!!! You like creepy facts too?!"
He almost looked like a giddy child after their parent said they should get the newest Lego Star Wars set.
You smile and nod excitedly.

You two rambled on for hours about such morbid facts that the police would think you were some sorta psycho for knowing them.

(BAP BACK TO THE PRESENT BITCH)

You chuckles at the find memory that you had only formed not too long ago.
Your fingers tapped harshly against the dark wood counter top, a bad habit you had for years, it made your finger nails slightly blunt as they began to get pushed back by the blunt force of your repetitive tapping.
You balled your fist to stop yourself from doing your unhealthy habit any further.
The doorbell chimed, you had taken your own advice and gotten a bell to inform you when customers arrive.
It was fun seeing the ball swing around when you flailed it as it chimed like a happy kid.

It made the little neurons in your brain go weeeeeee...that's why you bought two so you could play with one and the other for the door.
You actually attached it to a F/C ribbon around your neck. Every movement you made it would jingle quietly.
You look up from the counter to see a attractive lean woman with long curly mocha hair. She had a velvet red dress as well as golden jewelry that had small turquoise jewels.
In all honesty, she was quite attractive, but, she had a ring on her left hand. Signified that she's married, so you were polite and respected she's in a devoted relationship.

"Hello-ween ma'am, what can I get for you?"
She stared up at the hand written menu above your head, she tapped her foot quietly as she thought about her decision thoroughly, "so many choices..." her voice was posh and elegant, matching her appearance.
She tapped her fingers on her arm as she looked up,

"I'll take a cherry croissant, and two mochas."
You write it down and ask, "and your name, ma'am?"

"Carmen."
You wrote her name down on the cups, and went to the back to grab a warm croissant with the cherry jelly that immediately began to rise in temperature as you squeeze it into the croissant.
You package and bag the croissant, and make the two Mochas for the lady.
"Here you are, ma'am, have a happy Halloween!"
She nodded, her facade not wavering as she took the coffee and croissant, looping your branded paper bag around her arm and walked out, the bell chiming once again as she left.