Sweet As Candy (Bob Velseb x Reader)

Chapter 13

~~WOWOWOWOW LOOK ANOTHER FUCKING CHAPTER!!! YIPPEE!! On a more serious note, I deadass had no idea what to do for this chapter so.... Yeah. Also-~~

🛑TW: SEXUAL THOUGHTS🛑

~~First TW. Yippee. Also I am adding one of my OCs to the mix lol. Sorry. 😞😞😞😟😟~~

-YOUR 2ND POV-

You yawned, waking up a little. The TV had turned off. You looked over to Skid, Pump, and Ruby. They were sleeping peacefully. You softly smiled. You looked around, covering your eyes when light shining through the window blinds hit your eyes. You were... Confused, as you thought of it. "Wait..... Where the fuck is Lila!?" You yelled quietly, jumping up. You made sure not to wake the little ones and grabbed your phone. You dialed Lila's number and called.

No answer.

You frantically called again.

No answer.

You panicked. Where was she!? Was she okay!? Your thoughts, again, spun around your head. You called the police, your voice shaky.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?" A male voice responded. John. You sniffed. "Hello, Officer John, I- Lila's- she's missing!" You fumbled over your words. John sighed over the phone. "When and where did you last see her, Mx. [NAME]?" He asked. "Yesterday. She was leaving her house to go to work on architecture..." You explained. He hummed. "Alright. We'll try to find her." He sighed. "Thank you!" You thanked. He hung up. You put your phone away. Officer John always acted as if he didn't care.

'... He's probably just too tired.'

Yeah... You sighed. Maybe you should make breakfast for them. Yeah. Yeah, you should. You grabbed some eggs from the fridge, grabbing a pan as well. Should you make pancakes? Nah. Eggs and sausages would be enough. You sat the pan doen and turned the stove top on. Cracking the eggs on the pan,  you began to make scrambled eggs. You grabbed another pan and put the.. Frozen as hell sausage patties onto the other pan. You threw the egg shells away and continued to cook. The smell filled the house... And it was actually... Pleasant.

It almost reminded you of when Bob cooked for you.

"No. No more Bob. Today, I won't think of that damn devil. I won't think about cannibals. No murder. Just looking for Lila. And making sure she's okay..." You told yourself, grabbing four plates and making each one of you a plate. You sat each finished plate onto the table infront of each chair when something caught your eye. A scrapbook. You knew you shouldn't be snooping, but curiosity seemed to have gotten the best of you. You looked around before sitting down at the table. You slowly opened the book, flipping through each page. Pictures of Lila and her family, Lila and Jaune,  Lila as a teenager, until... One picture stood out. It was ripped in half.

The picture had Lila and Jaune, as well as a few other kids. Was the John? Aaw. Tgere was also an old man and... A shadow?? Odd. The only thing you could see from the ripped half was a thumbs up.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised and confused.

You had an urge to look for the missing piece. But you shouldn't even be looking through this in the first place. You sighed, shutting the scrapbook. You put it away, and stood up. It's time to was up Skid, Pump, and Ruby. You quietly walked over to the couch, rubbing their shoulders gently. "Wakey wakey..."

You whispered. Pump groaned, groggily waking up. Skid and Ruby followed. You sighed.

"Breakfast is ready."

-BOB'S 3RD POV-

Bob sat on his bed, sharpening his butcher knife and humming. He paused and picked up a Polaroid picture of... You. With the date written in red ink. He hummed sweetly, feeling himself getting.... Horny. His face almost reddened, and a frown covered his face. "Fuck... No..." He sighed, palming his forehead. "God... It's not my fault I wanna.... Fuck them into the mattress.... And hear them squirm and... Moan under me...." Bob said, beginning to slowly salivate. It was actually his fault. In reality. Bob shook his head. "No. Not now... Even though how much I wanna.... Pleasure them.... And myself. Of course. How I wanna pound into them until I hear them beg... And how I wanna hug and cuddle them... Comfort them... God, [NAME], your gonna make me go insane~!" Bob groaned, grinning madly.

"Fuck..." He sighed, continuing to sharpen his knife.  The one he was going to use on Lila.

-LILA'S 3RD POV-

"Heey! Wake up!" A voice whispered to her. Lila jolted awake, looking around the dimly lit room. Her eyes fozed on a shadow. The shadow wasn't fat. No. More fit than anything. But it had bright turquoise eyes. Lila swallowed. "Bob? Please... Don't hurt me..." Lile said, exhausted.

"Bob? I'm not that fat bitch!" The voice said, walking closer. It was a woman. A muscular woman. She was wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck and khakis tucked into combat boots. She got closer to Lila. "Who-who are you!?" Lila asked. The lady laughed. "Name's Chip. I'm getting us the hell out of here." She said.

Chip went behind Lila and began to untie her. Lila was curious. "Why are you here?" She asked. Chip rolled her eyes, fiddling with the rope. "I work as a cashier in Gensmooru, and I checked out [NAME]'s shit, and apparently got too close to them. That fat bitch decided to kidnap me and give me more scars than I already had!" Chip laughed. She successfully untied Lila free from the chair.

"C'mon, ma'am, let's get the fuck outta here." Chip laughed, grabbing Lila's arm and pulling her to the stairs of the basement. They quietly trudged up the stairs, until they got to the door. Chip pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and stuck it into the keyhole in the doorknob. Lila was confused. "How do you-" "Ask questions later."

Chip said. She nodded, confused. Lila put her ear to to the door, listening. "I don't hear him..." She whispered. Chip nodded. There was a click. Chip slowly opened the door, looking outside.

"Fuck."

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~~So.... This chapter was unplanned. 100%. Sorry, it took a month. But look, I just finished a play. Yippee. I wanna thank everyone who has been with me and has read this story. Yall's comments are funny as Fuck and are really motivational. Hugs and kisses, and adios!

Goodbye my besties,
-Bob Velseb's Wife. (POV: I'm still FUCKING sharing.)

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