Written in Red | Bob x Reader

Chapter 3 | Broken In

2:31 | 11-1

Panic is beginning to set in as you hear footsteps outside your bathroom, as if the intruder was pacing back and forth. You hugged your knees tightly, gripping a hairbrush as a makeshift weapon, as if it would make anything better. You didn't speak a word and your breath was trembling.

The intruder seemed to be waiting for you outside your door, they sounded very large, or tall. You knew that if you opened it you were dead, but if you waited here you were dead too. You just kept waiting and waiting, rocking back and forth. You hoped that someone would come and help you, but you knew that it was unlikely.

You checked to see if there was any service on your phone yet and luckily there was. You smiled to yourself and dialed 911 once again. "Hello, 911 what's yer emergency?" a grainy, southern voice replied. "Oh thank god! There's someone in my house!" you spat out quickly.

"They're outside my bathroom door- please send someone to help, please I'm gonna die!" Your words were fast and jumbled together. "pleasepleasesendsomeonetohelpIdon'twannadie!" You rambled on and on util the operator stopped you.

"I'm sorry darlin' but there ain't no officers available." The operator replied "And also, this ain't 911" You froze, you couldn't move or speak to the man on the other end of the phone. The man began to cackle and you then heard the same cackling in your house. 'OH SHIT OH SHIT I'M GONNA DIE FUCK FUCK!'

You hung up the phone immediately and began to cry, rocking again. Your vision blurred due to your tears and just barely over your sobs you heard the faint footsteps. The doorknob began to jiggle, he was trying to get in. He began to bang on the door when he couldn't get it open "Let me in, come on. I ain't gonna bite, maybe."

You huddled closer in the corner, covering your head and neck with your hands and crying loudly. He banged on the door harder and more aggressively. After several attacks on it, the door fell to the ground with a loud thud and you let out a shreik.

Still attempting to protect yourself, the attacker grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you out of the bathroom. Your eyes were practically sealed shut, you were too scared to open your eyes and part of you hoped it was all just a dream. "Please don't kill me! Please!" you begged.

You could feel his eyes examining you, very carefully. "Did ya know, human teeth are as strong as shark teeth?" you opened your eyes a little bit, caught off guard by the random fact. You finally got a look at the intruder, he was tall and rather big, not fat but big. He had a devil mask or face paint on, you couldn't tell, and some matching horns and a sweater.

You got a glimpse of the knife he was holding in his hand, shocked back into fear you looked into his eyes, they looked hungry and they were somehow devoid of color...? His smile was ear to ear, if he even had ears. He continued making eye contact with you, drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth.

Now that you noticed it, he was holding you off the ground. Geez how strong was this guy? He looked to be about 6'5 maybe 6'6. While you were examining him, he decided to chuck you across the room. You hit the wall and the breath was knocked out of you.

You knocked over a vase and accidentally slashed you palm, it was a pretty deep cut. As you lay gasping for breath, he stalked over and kneeled down. He took your hand and held it up to his face, opening his mouth. He faced your palm to his face and... licked your cut. You cringed at the slimy, warm sensation.

He stood and stared at you, still smiling.

"Your blood is so sweet."

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I wish he would lick MY hand