Sweet As Candy (Bob Velseb x Reader)

Chapter 10

You had woken up in a cold sweat after having again another terrible dream. You looked around your room, these messy and almost terrifying drawings pinned up on the wall and scattered everywhere. It was drawings of that damned cannibal. You still thought about what he had done to you, to your friends, to everyone. You felt sick immediately.

Getting up, you walked down the dwindling dark hallway to the kitchen. You checked the clock on the wall. 3:56 A.M. You groaned, opening the fridge. There was barely any food. You haven't been shopping in weeks. Take a mental note to do that tomorrow. You shut the door, knocking a jar on the inside. You let out a muffled curse word. You let out a deep sigh and grabbed a random cup. Didn't matter. You filled the cup up with [what drink you like], and drank it rather quickly.

BANG!

You jumped, turning around and holding the cup like a weapon. What a silly little situation to be in.

BANG!

There it was again. Coming from the back door. You looked around your kitchen frantically. You settled on a knife, gripping it tightly as you walked down to the back door quietly. Something moved in the window. In the dark. You breathed heavier, quicker, as you slowly crept up to whatever hid behind the door. You gripped the knife to the point where your knuckles had turned white. You peeked out of the window, and were met with a large, menacing stare and smile, drool running out of the figures mouth. The doorknob rattled.

"Let me in honey~ I promise I won't bite."

It was him. That cannibal that had scarred you for life. He ruined it. He ruined everything. You stared at him, terrified. He smiled, tilting his head and letting out a deep chuckle. He rattled the doorknob again, and knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Three times. The door shook violently, without warning. You let out a yelp, jumping back a bit. He seemed to.... laugh at your fear.

"Still so pathetic, my sweet pea. I promise, I won't ever, ever,  let you go again."

He smiled widely, drool dripping down his chin. The door looked as if it was to break down, in just a matter of time. You let out a shaky yell, pointing the knife up at him and backing away.

"W-what the HELL do you want!?"

He laughed again, and this time, he shook the door. It slowly creaked open... You backed away, panicking at your little situation. He opened the door fully, and walked into your house. You were almost frozen in fear. Almost. You darted down the hall, and into your room, locking the door and grabbing your phone. You had started to dial 911, when your arm was gripped tightly. You looked up, seeing Bob fully.

Bullet holes in his body, his sweater basically ruined. Bob's eyes still glowed a bright turquoise. The white in his eyes had turned a light red as he drooled, lifting you up by the arm. You yelped out of pain as he chuckled. You begged for this to be just a dream, just all in your mind. But, it wasn't. The pain in your arm was all too real.

There was a pop. You stared at your arm wide eyed, and looked back up at Bob. He grabbed you by the waist, as if the two of you were doing a tango. He bent you over, causing you to wince. He smiled wider, giggling to himself. He leaned over you, towering over you. You stared at him, tears brimming in your eyes. He smiled at your pain.

"What's wrong, my love? Are you... afraid?"

He laughed a bit. You stared at him, the adrenaline finally answering your call for help. In a flash, you kneed him in the nuts, sending him to fall back, holding his crotch. He let out a pained groan as you stared around the room. You looked down at your knife and threw it at him. The blade dug into his shoulder as he cried out in pain. You grabbed a bat (A gift from Lila, to stay safe.) and wacked him in the head. He fell with a loud thud. You stared at him, his breath becoming weaker and shakier.

'Did I kill him?'

You walked up to him, checking his pulse.

'No. No I didn't.'

You groaned. It was better to heal him then let him suffer. We all know he was going to be even more pissed if you left him like this. You grabbed a blanket, and taking out the knife, quickly putting the blanket over it. You wrapped it around his shoulder, wincing in the pain he'd left your arm in. You had managed to stop the bleeding rather quickly. You let out a sigh of relief, and grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit up. And God damn, was he heavy. After about, I don't know, 20 minutes, you had managed to pull him up to his feet. He was still unconscious. 

You threw him onto the bed, and he landed with a softer thud. You groaned, walking to the bathroom and wetting a rag. Better clean his face while you still have the adrenaline, huh? You walked back into your room, wiping his face. It was clean enough. He looked... well.... still like Bob, but tired. Peaceful. You took off the devil horns and bald cap (Idk if he actually wears one, I'm just guessing 💀). Wait... are those... white hair strands? Damn, he really is old!

You laughed a bit, covering him up with a blanket. You looked at your phone. 4:32 A.M. You groaned and walked back to the kitchen, cleaning the knife off and putting it into the sink. You cracked open a soda and sat down on the couch, tired. The adrenaline wore off. You groaned in pain, holding your arm and laying down. Maybe, just maybe, the pain would go away if you went to sleep. Hopefully. You sighed, drifting off.

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Y'all, I wanna apologize for not posting. I am still grounded, but I'm doing this on my chromebook. I am very very sorry though. I really am. Thank you all for 30k reads and 600 votes, everyone. It means a lot to me. I love each and everyone of y'all/p.

Signing off for now, but not forever,

-Bob Velseb's Wife.

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