The Need To Change [ Bob Velseb x m!reader - 18+ ]

[ CHAPTER 2 ]

October 3rd, finally the mayor replied to my letter, and with much hesitation, he said I could visit Bob.

Finally, my first ever real job. I should dress for this special day. I looked into the closet skimming through the large jackets and t-shirts. I always liked to dress nice, that being a suit here or there or something trendy that I felt like wearing at the time. This time, however, was the time for a suit. I smiled grabbing the candy, lunch for myself, a tape recorder, a small laptop, and my car keys, and stuffed them into my leather laptop bag. I was so excited when jumping into my car I didn't even notice the headband on the floor, A red devil headband. I sped to the mental hospital, something I never thought I'd be so excited to go to. I stepped outside finally at my destination, grabbing my jacket and leather laptop bag. I walked inside and a whiff of that hospital smell filled my nose, the sense of sadness filled the air, and mixing that with the already depressing hospital smell, it was no wonder these people would never see the light of day again. The one thing I hated about my job, these people were once normal like me. But because of the American failed mental health system they simply couldn't stop nor will they ever stop because of the place they were forced into. I sighed sadly, then looked over at the lady in the white nurse outfit at the front desk.

"Hello, I'm the psychologist for Bob–" She covered my mouth, her eyes filled with fear and her hands shaking.

"P-please don't say that name," She stuttered in a terrified voice. "Just... go ahead, please be careful with him. There will be people there ready to put him to sleep at any time. So don't worry too much."

She grabbed the keys from under her desk and opened the big white metal door behind her. There stood a security guard motioning me to follow him. I frowned a bit,

'Just like I expected, they treat people here like they're bloody mary if you say her name 3 times.'

I couldn't help but feel bad for all the people here. I looked up to the light in the small white hallway which flickered a bit, the white metal doors really made it seem like this was the real reason for insanity itself. I could hear some of them laugh hysterically, and others sob uncontrollably, but some cells were dead silent. Finally, he stopped, at a white door numbered '102'. I stood up on my tippy toes to look through the door's small window. There he sat, Bob Velseb. No matter how guilty I felt, I understood why people were so scared of him, he certainly gave those scary monster vibes. Then again he was wearing a muzzle and had fairly unkempt hair... I could hardly hear around me with my heart thumping in my head. No, it wasn't a scary feeling, but rather adrenaline. He was the reason for me staying alive for half of my years in college. If it wasn't for this man I would've quit my dreams. The security guard started to open the door with great hesitation. He was still scared of this man even if he was all chained up and muzzled, his hands were shaking and his breath was heavy. I could tell the small things other people couldn't. A drop of sweat rolled down his cheek to his chin finally making a small "plop" sound on the white tiled floor. I walked in, and he almost seemed unfazed to see me and almost didn't notice me at all.

I cleared my throat, "Hello there, Mr. Velseb. I'm (Y/N), your psychologist."

He looked at me, his dark blue-toned frizzy hair, dark blue eyes, the scars all over his face, and the stubble on his chin that showed through his muzzle. His white shirt and white sweatpants seemed to contrast greatly against his face. He looked almost... normal.

That was until his face wrinkled into a smile as the guard took off his muzzle so he could talk.

"G'mornin', Mr. Therapist." His voice was deep and raspy with a hint of a Texan accent.

If this man wasn't a serial killer his voice alone would make any person blush. I sat down across from him and started to pull out the items from my bag.

From the POV of Bob,

'I haven't been here long but I've gone through too many criminal psychologists to even begin to count them on my fingers. I ain't much of the fixin' type everyone says I can be. Hell, if I had my druthers, I'd be fixin' to eat this delicious meal in front of me.' He smiled again, a bit of drool coming from his mouth. 'He's just like the rest of them, they hit the road once I start teasin'.'

I looked up at Bob, his mouth drooling, watching my every move.

"Listen, I'm all skin and bones. I'm sure if you even tried to eat me, I wouldn't taste good." He laughed, it seemed to bounce around the room, and surely it would've echoed throughout the hospital. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Ha..." He sighed after his laughing fit, putting his big hand over his face just barely due to his chains, looking down as his frizzy hair fell with him. "Well, ain't ya a funny one? But who are you to say you don't taste good?" He looked up licking his lips and I just rolled my eyes.

"Say, don't you like candy? Let's make a deal." I said trying to change the subject.

He snickered, his smile only growing wider, "Didn't ya pops tell you not to make a deal with the devil?"

I smiled, putting my hands in between my legs and leaning into him. "You can't do shit."

I was finally getting to the bottom of his personality. I knew if I just played against his stupid little teasing it would make him tell me more about himself. I can't afford to back down now. He frowned a bit, then just as fast went back to his smile.

"I've been hankerin' for a new game."

I slid the candy on the table towards him, "You answer my questions, I'll give you some candy. Deal?"

His face seemed to turn into an obsessive stare, "Deal, darlin'."

"I'll start with something simple. When was the first time you've eaten human flesh?" I got ready to start typing on my laptop, he sat there for a second thinking.

"I was... 19. I first tried a leg because I was curious." I looked at him and then started to type.

"Huh, so just like that?"

He shrugged and smiled. "Candy..." He said, opening his mouth.

'Ah, that's right. He can't use his hands all chained up.' I thought while grabbing the candy and leaning over the table in between us to pop one into his mouth. He also leaned in closer to me, his mouth still open.

'Ba bump'

I popped one into his mouth and he chewed it happily. 'The hell?' I clenched my fist sitting down again, I just shrugged it off and kept asking questions. He answered again, I'd give him candy. Each time he leaned closer,

'Ba bump.'

I couldn't tell if it was fear or something... else. What the hell was this? I couldn't tell why he kept getting closer, was it because he was eager for more candy or eager for a taste of my flesh? I simply ruled it out to be a bit of both.

Author's Notes -

WHY IS IT 5 AM RAAAA NO 😭 THE THINGS I DO FOR THIS MAN OML