Fresh Meat

Huntin' Tonight

Warning: Bob being Bob, mentions of torture, sadistic teasing, that guy last chapter, murder, creepy men

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Bob whistled as he drove home. He had dropped you off at your place after a long day. He hoped you were getting some rest, you definitely needed it. He couldn't stop the drool pooling out of his mouth as he thought of you. He was lucky he was able to control himself when he was hugging you. You were so small in his arms, you made him feel bigger when you wrapped your arms around him. You were so delicate, like a little flower. A flower so fragile that a strong gust of wind would knock you down.

He reminisced as he drove home. He thought of you getting him the candy bag, wanting to pay him back for what he thought was human decency. How you were so strange about his cannibal facts on the first day. How you hugged him tightly as you silently cried into his shirt.

His teeth were clenched as his fists tightened around the steering wheel. You had cried, you were so frightened by that scum that you cried. He huffed, "Calm down, Bob..." he muttered to himself, "Ya getting ahead of yerself."

To calm himself down more, he focused on his favorite moment with you. The hug. He thought of how... innocent you were. You were soft to the touch, from your skin, to your hair, even your tears were soft. His panting got heavier as he thought of all the things he could do to you, do for you.

He wouldn't let anyone harm a hair on your pretty little head.

He groaned. Fuck. His feelings were more complicated than he thought.

He pulled up into his driveway. Slipping out of his car and into his house, quickly putting on his red devil mask and gloves.

He was a cannibalistic serial killer, killing people and eating them was what he did. Not feelings! But as he went out, his mind was filled with images of you.

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Jeoffrey Goodman was still in the candy shop that night, it was late, but not closing time yet. So he sat at his counter reading the newspaper. When he heard the bell ring, he didn't look up. Waiting for them to use the customer service bell. It was then he heard the heavy thumping of footsteps, and froze.

"Ding dong, little Jeoffrey." A southern accent confirmed his fears. He slowly looked up, his body shaking all over. There he was, the red devil himself. His sadistic grin plastered to his face, though it was clear he was not at all happy. He was holding a knife and its sharpener, the scratching resounding through the shop. Drool spilled out of his mouth and onto his chin.

"B-Bob! W-w-what a pleasant surprise!" Jeoffrey said, spreading his arms out wide, as if in welcoming. He was still shaking, trembling with fear. Bob loved it. He smiled wider. He grabbed one of his wrists harshly, knowing it would've left a bruise. Would've, as in would have.

Because Jeoffrey Goodman was not leaving alive tonight.

Bob tilted his head to the side, a little quirk he picked up when you were around. It was usually a friendly gesture, one he would do often to make you smile. But this time, there was no friendliness. It was to instill fear.

"Did you know," he started, tilting his head to the other side, "that there are 30 bones in your arm and your hand?" He was thrilled as he felt more shaking from Jeoffrey, watching as he looked away in discomfort. "W-wow... N-no I-I didn't! D-did you take a-a... b-b-biology... class?" He asked trailing off, mentally slapping himself. Bob's booming laughter filled the room, he clutched his wrist harder, enjoying the crunch he felt and the scream he heard.

"No~." He drawled out, "I found out by myself." He said as he yanked his arm. Jeoffrey screamed as he cried. "W-why?!" He asked, wondering why Bob came after him even though he spared him last time they met. Bob's smile twisted into a frown in an instant. He stared at the man dangling almost a foot off the ground, snot and tears running down his face.