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

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Y'all eatin my stories up fr fr
Making me all flattered in shit 💕
Ilyasfm/p
(All credit goes to the artist, i saved this off a random persons tiktok so Idk who the OP is)

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

(Warnings ahead for gore, cannibalism and body horror in the dream sequence)

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(Bob's 3RD POV)

As Bob stalked through the murky forest, he found himself once again analyzing places to put his traps for unsuspecting victims.
Old metal creamer below him as he tested the pressure plate of an old, albeit VERY rusty, bear trap.
It took almost 2 pounds of pressure for it to clamp down on the branch, and as he through, it was delayed.

Sure, it still worked, but it would be delayed and it wouldn't be able to catch the victims in time...it's either scrub it or scrap it.
Scrap it...he had better bear traps back at his place.
Besides, it's not like he's gonna throw it away, he just piles em up...
Talk about hoarding...
He grabs the now closed trap, tossing it atop the severed limbs he had carried.

He continued his way down the forest, not going any particular path, for he had known the forest like the back of his hand.
Once he reached his decent abode he tossed the limbs into a freezer and chucked the bear traps somewhere...probably throwing them out the window—
He looked around his place and clicked his tongue in distaste.
His home was filthy.
Guess that's what happens when you become a clean freak in prison...
He's gonna start doing some major cleaning around here.
He sighed and pulled out his dusty cleaning supplies.

This was gonna be a long day.

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(Your 2nd pov)

Your mind wandered back to when Bob had visited you, his deep southern accent made your stomach do flips like an olympics show.
There was no doubt that you may have developed a small crush on the man.
It was only a few days later after meeting him had you realized he had greying hairs, oddly suiting him.
Your fingers trace the rim of the plate you were cleaning, subconsciously.

Only when the bell had chimed was when you pulled off the rubber gloves you used to wash your dishes, and walking to the counter to see who was here at this ungodly hour at 6pm.
You peek your head from the side, seeing two officers chatter amongst themselves as they wait patiently at the counter.
One was shorter, had brown, puffy hair, and a mustache that covered his mouth, he smelled like smoke, but had no cigarette.
The next was taller, seemingly younger than the other one, adorned in nothing but blue, jet black hair and a radio strapped to his chest.

You snapped out of your observation and grabbed your notepad.
"Good evening, sir's, what can I get you tonight?"
The shorter cop seemed to eye you suspiciously as the taller one scanned the menu without a care.

"I'll have a Doppio coffee, andd...geez that's a lot of options...maybe a jelly filled donut?"
You nod and write down, "your name?"
"Jack."
You nod and rip the piece of paper off, and turn to the shorter one,

"And you, sir?"
"Black coffee. That's all..."
"Aww c'mon John! I heard the food here was great! Go on and get a donut, my treat!"
The shorter cop, 'John' grumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fine. A black coffee, and Boston cream donut."
You nod and write his order down on the paper, two separate papers for each and grabbing the coffee cups, and writing their respective names on them.
You got the coffee maker ready and set down Jack's cup first, then John's.
You went to the back, where majority of the pastries were.
You got their respective donuts and bagged them.
Going back to the coffee maker you take Jacks off and place Johns on, preparing his coffee.
You hand Jack his items and he wasted no time digging in.