Fresh Meat

Moments like These

Warning: dead bodies, blood, murder, Bob

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When Bob stopped kissing your head, he picked you up bridal style and started carrying you to one of the booths. He set you down in the plush seat, letting you lay down across it. Putting the brisket on the table, he  gave you another soft peck before going back to work.

Disassembling the last bits of Jeoffrey.

He through the steel door, returning to the kitchen. He pulled out his favorite butcher knife and went to the cooler, seeing his body lying on the floor. He was split in half from the waist down, and even had an arm missing. That was Bob's snack, of course.

He knelt down and got to work. His tune continuing throughout the diner.

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You woke up laying down on the plush cushion of one of Bob's booth at his diner. You groan as you push yourself up, rubbing your eyes at the fluorescent lighting. "Too bright..." you moan. You try to wrack your brain for thoughts, what were you even doing here anyway? You feel something on your head. You grab at it, seeing the work essential hat of Boys 'N' Grills.

You freeze. Oh shit. You fell asleep at work. Shit shit shit. You hoped Bob wasn't mad.

You jump up from your resting place, briefly noticing the brisket beside you. You pause in your efforts to go to the counter. Bob cooked you something, and you didn't even get to eat it. You felt guilty, a small frown making its way on your face. Bob went out of his way to make something for you because you had a rough day yesterday, and you repaid him by falling asleep on the job.

You sigh to yourself, oh well. The best way to say sorry about it is apologizing and eating the brisket. You noticed it was cold. You take it as you stand, bringing it over to the microwave by the counter. You notice a faint whistling coming from the kitchen, a familiar tune coming from who you know is Bob.

The tune brings a smile to your face, and you hum along as you heat up the brisket. Once the brisket finished, you brought it back to the booth you were sitting at previously. As you sit, you look across the booth and see the empty seat. That frown comes again, the feeling of loneliness crawling in your chest. You stand up again and walk behind the counter, leaving the brisket behind.

You don't know what you're doing, but what you do know is that you need to fix the feeling that's inside of you. Part of that includes seeking out Bob, since he's the only one here with you right now. You can apologize by having a meal with him, you reason with yourself. Pushing down the embarrassment, you raise your fist to knock on the large door.

"Bob?" You call as you knock, hearing the whistling stop just like it did last time. "You there?" You ask, trying to make yourself not regret calling for him. Surely he wouldn't mind, right? Bob wouldn't be mad, he was too chill to be mad. Probably. You shake your head, no no no! Bob will be totally fine with it, you're just asking him to eat with you, that's all.

Manners, and all that.

You step away from the door as it opens. Out steps Bob in his uniform, the hat still resting on his head, the eyebags from earlier still present. The only thing different is his apron, which holds a bit of blood on it.

Honestly, you think he looks kinda hot.

You flush at the thought. What were you thinking?! Bob was your boss, someone you can call a friend. A friend. That's what you thought of Bob, that's what he will be. You look up at him, noticing there was a hue of pink on his pale cheeks as he stared down at you. He had a smirk on his face, you realize belatedly.

"Like what'cha see, honey? Take a picture, it'll last longer~." He smirked at you with that stupid face of his, his eyebrows raising in suggestion. It made you realize you were outright staring at Bob, which caused you to blush and shove him as he laughed. "Shut up!" You glare up at him as you pout before shaking your head again and clearing your throat. "Anyways," you start, your eyes avoiding his, "wanna have lunch with me? I just woke up and I was hungry. I also noticed it was lunchtime, so I wanted to know if you'd join me."

That's all. Yeah. That'll be all. Just a nice little lunch break between two friends, that's it. Bob smiles at you again, with that smile that makes your stomach jump into your throat. "Sure darlin'." He says, letting you lead the way to the booth. He's such a gentleman, you think with a smile.

You sit down at your seat, Bob sitting across from you. Before you dig in, you notice Bob staring at you. "Uhm, Bob?" you say as you look at him questioningly, "aren't you going to eat?" He's just sitting there, leaning on his palm as he watches you with a smile. "I'm not that hungry." He replies smoothly.

You pout again. Well, that's not fair. "I'm not gonna eat unless you eat." You declare, putting down your utensils as you cross your arms. It came across to you that Bob makes all the food around here, and you didn't want him to go make food for himself. "But you have to eat Y/N," he says sternly, looking a bit annoyed and... hurt? That you didn't eat, "you just woke up." You bit your lip, feeling bad for putting that look on Bob's face.

Suddenly, he perked up. "You want me to eat, eh?" He says as he looks at you, he was planning something. You narrow your eyes at him. "You'll only eat if I eat, huh?" He huffs as you nod, you weren't gonna budge on this. Bob takes care of you, so you take care of Bob. "Well, I really don't wanna stand up and make myself some food. I'm too comfy here." He says, his tone too casual.

What was he up to?

"I guess there's only one solution, then." His smirk remains on his face as his eyes dart from you, your utensils, and your food, before he finally points to himself. "Guess you'll just have ta feed me."

Wait, what.

Before you can logically process the meaning behind that sentence, you shout, "Fine!" Wait, what. You agreed. Why did you agree?! You had no control over your body as you stab a piece of meat with a fork, looking away as you blush aggressively. "Here..." you mutter, holding out the fork to Bob.

What have you gotten yourself into?!

When you realize he hasn't taken it yet, you look up to see him stunned, as if he hadn't expected that to work. You huff at him, waving the fork around his face, "Well? You gonna take it or not?" The moment you say that, he beams before gratefully opening his mouth. For a second, you stare again, gawking at his unusually sharp teeth. You can feel yourself becoming red in the face again before you snap back to reality. You see Bob munching away at the meat in his mouth, laughing as you see a bit of meat left on the side of his mouth.

He pauses his chewing and looks over at you, seeing you grab a napkin from the napkin holder on the table. You reach over and wipe the meat from his mouth. You sigh, "Whatever am I gonna do with you?" You ask fondly under your breath, a soft smile on your face. Not noticing Bob staring at you, everything else forgotten, his only focus was on you.

God damn, he was down bad.

And with that, everything resumes. You and Bob keep eating lunch, taking turns at eating the meat, though Bob insisted you had most of it. No customers came for the period you both were eating, probably because of the weather. But you both pay it no mind, you were in your own little world.

As you keep feeding him, you feel calm and at peace when you see Bob smile at you. You feel something flutter when he goes down for another bite of meat on the fork in your outstretched hand. Your heart skips a beat whenever he calls you a pet name.

You didn't know, not yet at least, that moments like these would be the ones you cherish most.

But right now, you were content. Just you, Bob, and the brisket and smiles you shared.

What was this feeling?

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Sorry guys. Had to break my streak because of schoolwork :<.

Oh well, I'm at 1.4K words here, so. Yippee!

I'll see you guys soon!

Hopefully I can squeeze in a Christmas special, would you guys like that?

Let me know!

Love, the author.