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

[ CHAPTER 4 ]

October 11th, 2:00 am, Bob is in his now dark room thinking to himself after waking up from a long nap.

'Ha...' I sighed layin' on my uncomfy bed and starin' at the ceiling. 'I didn't mean to get yall all riled up. I just need his flesh... He looks like an ol' peach... so damn tasty.' I licked my lips, flipped on my side, and stared at the door. 'I wanna tower over him, push him against the wall, place these big ol' hands on his darlin' body, make him terrified of what I could do next...' My hands covered my face and then trailed down. 'Fuckin' stupid...' I bared my teeth.

October 11th, 12:00 pm, almost time for me and Bob's appointment.

As I stepped out of my car like I did almost every day at the same time, however, something seemed off. I'm not much of an empath but I can definitely tell when something is simply... wrong. I walked into the mental hospital only to be greeted by a swarm of panicked workers and injured guards. Some of the nurses were crying in the front and helping the guards with their wounds. It seemed like a hurricane went through the hospital, but that couldn't be right and there wasn't anything on the news about it... Then I saw it, the metal door that once stood behind the nurse's counter. It's now on the floor, dented and scratched up with what seems to be animalistic claw marks. It seemed eager to get out and fast. 

'What the hell happened here...' I covered my mouth trying to think.

Finally, a familiar voice appeared behind me.

"There you are (y/n)!" I swiftly turned around.

"Oh, I know you. You're the guard that helped me yesterday..." I stepped closer to the door and bent over to examine it. "W-what happened here?" I questioned as I glazed my hand across the door's scars.

He looked at me worried. "Bob... he got out. We don't know how he did... but he's loose, again."

"The hell..." I put my hand on my forehead trying to gather my thoughts on this newfound information. He's out there, doing god knows what... "Fuck." I said, speed walking out the door and to my car.

"Hey, where are you going?!" Shouted the guard behind me.

I didn't say anything, I just got into my car and drove off. I knew if I did, everyone would underestimate me again. I took a deep breath trying to calm down, I could feel my breathing start to heavy and sharpen. I was pissed thinking about all the people who underestimated me. I clenched the steering wheel,

'I'll find you Bob, and when I do...I'm beating your goddamn ass.'

I growled in anger at the thought.

Finally, at my house, I walked inside. Again, something was off. I looked around for anything new. I knew my house, I know when things are different. Then I saw it, a knife on the counter. I would never leave one out like that. Then, even worse, I heard big, loud, hollow footsteps behind me. I didn't waste any time, grabbing the nearest knife and turning around to hopefully get a good hit on whoever was stupid enough to break into my house.

"HOLY SHIT," I shouted in surprise, then looked up at the man, and he leaned down letting me see his face in the darkness. It was Bob.

"You scared the shit out of me." I stepped backward huffing, putting the knife down, and leaned on the counter.

He chuckled."I scared ya?"

I huffed angrily, he just seemed to smile more. I was playing his little game again. But still, the question lingered in my head.