Fresh Meat

An Invite

Warning: stalking, cannibalism

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The realization felt like someone lifted a blindfold off your eyes after wearing it your entire life. It's bitter sweet, you can see the truth, yet at the same time you were so used to the dark you wanted to flee to it again. Now you knew that you liked Bob, things couldn't be the same again.

Because this was your first time liking- no, loving someone.

It caused you to laugh. First, it came out in little giggles before evolving into full-on cackling. It explained everything! Why you were sometimes so nervous around him, how your cheeks would turn red when he spoke to you in his accent, and why your smile would grow whenever he was around.

You let out a final giggle, sinking to your knees. Now that you knew what that feeling was, you were never letting go of it. You let out a dreamy sigh as you cradle the man's body, "Awh~! You know, you learn new things every day! This is another reason why I absolutely love my job." The hold you have around him tightens as an insane smile creeps up your face. "Thank you so much! I wouldn't have figured this out without you~." You thank him over and over as you start to rock the body, a hum coming out of you again.

Oh, Bobby.

You giggle again, you felt like a middle-school girl with a crush. Except this was more than a crush, you truly believed that you and Bob were meant to be together. Tied together by fate.

The body finally explodes as it couldn't handle your unyielding grip.

Your hum finally comes to a stop as you whisper quietly under your breath, for no one to hear but you. "Oh, Bob..." Your eyes become dreamy as you say the next words.

"You're mine."

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When Bob realized how cute and lovable you were, he decided to keep you. That meant you were his, the kisses he planted to your head, although invisible to you and everyone else, proved that. He likes to keep his things safe, away from the world where no one can touch them. It's part of the reason why he drove you home every night, to protect you. His thoughts when he went to bed were filled with you, so when he couldn't sleep at night, he went out.

He kept going out at night, sometimes stopping by your house. This caused him to develop a bit of a habit.

He'd come out of his house in his costume, collect some meat for his diner, the usual. But before he went home, he stayed near your house. He would stay out of sight, but he'd peek through the window and... check up on you.

He would watch as you went to your room, staring at your mysterious bulletin board that faced the opposite side of the window. He stalked as you went to your laptop to catch up on some graphic designing. He would lurk as you showered, damn it if only there were windows...

His favorite part of your routine, though, was when you went to the kitchen to cook yourself some dinner. Your house was never quiet then, the music was always playing on the radio as you cooked. He would hum along with you as it played songs you both knew, and he'd laugh whenever you sang off-key. He would watch as you dance to the music and made notes on which songs you liked to play them in the diner the next day.

He's kept up this habit for two months now, so it was pretty hard to break. When his body made it clear that it was hungry, he got up from his couch, put on his costume, and left the house.

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He was out and about doing his rounds in the neighborhood he resided in, just strolling and looking out for anyone that might've been unfortunate enough to come across him. After doing a bit of stabbing to a lovely couple making out in an alleyway, he decided to visit his dearest Y/N.