The night of Halloween, people surrounding the streets with costumes on. Going house to house's, just like every year of Halloween.
The year of the DEAD.
† please to make myself clear.. This series has a different timeline and a different scene, if...
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Bob velseb, known to be a murderer, serial killer, psychopath and a cannibalism. Who would have known that this man can feel guilty, guilty to death, guilty to kill. On one of hes victims, how could he? He never meant to be like this, but for some reason. He was like that, even when he was younger; he wanted to kill he's own father, but at that time. He had a reason, a reasonable explanation; on why he killed he's own father.
Lets go back to the past..
At a very young age, bob never met hes mother. Ever since he was born, he's mother left him with he's father. On top of that, he's father wasn't a looking loving parent to bob, he has experienced abuse, which has been a traumatic of him to experience. Always seeing himself with bruises and cuts on hes body, except on hes face. Because he's father thought.
"wasting a face like that wont change a thing." he's father then said, as he was gazing down at bob. Bob is clenching down on the floor, filled with hatred and anger. I mean, who wouldn't? A father who has been beating hes own son, thinking that he's son *might* not hate him for doing this to him? Bob looked up at hes father, now the both of them making eye contact to each other. "go to hell.." oh my, did bob really say that to hes own father? I thought bob is just an innocent boy, that he didn't know that he was being abused by hes father. But no, he knew it all along. Even at hes age, he was matured. Can think straight and can control, but at that time. It seems like, he had enough of it.
"what did you say you brat-" he's father then swong he's hand to slap him at the face, at that right timing. Bob quickly missed that hit then grabbed something inside of hes pocket, whats that if you may ask? I already know you've guess it. A knife
"bob.. Put that knife down now, you know im just playing" he's father demanded to him, pointing it to the floor. Bob had enough of hes foolishness, had enough of him abusing him. He couldn't take it anymore
"you've been accusing me on how my mom left because of me, Why was i even born anyway if you just did this to me? Just why!" bob screamed at hes father, tightly gripping onto the knife that he was holding. Bob was wasted, he's face looked like a maniac. He was breathing heavily, as he looked back at hes father with hes cyan pupils. In that moment he's pupils slowly went black, all black. He's father was confused yet terrified, how could he do that? Thats what the father is thinking in that situation.
"now.. Ive had enough, I've had enough of you and your psycho mind" he slowly stands up with he's knees, still looking at he's father with those dull black eyes.
"bob, you better cut it o-out" he's father's voice cracked, bob loved the look of hes fathers face. Filled with fear, thats what he loved the most.
"what? Im was just playing" he mimicked the same words as he's father said, now he's fathers eyes was shaking. Making bob chuckle on hes fathers reaction "your freaking me out bob, you better stop on what your doing"
"im not even doing anything to you.." in a flash, bob stabbed he's father on the legs. In the thought of bob velseb, he has to aim at the legs first. So that the victim cannot go and especially escape, he's father groaned in pain. Then collapse on the floor, butt first to hit the floor.
"w-why are you even doing this! I'm your father!" he's father cried out in pain, looking absolute terrified. He even have a nerve to say that on hes face *im your father"
"father? I cant even call you that anymore, in fact. I cant even see you as a father to me." He glared at him, breathing more heavily. Drooling even, when he was breathing heavily. Fog like smoke kept coming out of hes mouth, now looking exactly like an maniac.
You know what changed? He's smile, hes face used to be a grin. Now more like an sadistic smile, giving the man chills running down hes spine.
"dont look at me like that, now you just look exactly like me".
Bob has been tearing he's father, stabbing him repeatedly. Bob loved every little of it, the bloody screams he makes when bob was stabbing him. Directly at the chest, he never felt anything like this before. It felt, absolute divine.
"Bob velseb, step forward onto the front of the floor." An unknown and yet scary voice introduced in mid air, at that moment. A person came forward, wearing a red like nightwear and a mask. Covering they're face, but there's something weird about the hood mask they're wearing. They had holes, thats kinda strange. Isnt it?
"Take off your hood, slowly" The voice demand at them, they slowly then took off they're hood. And what a surprise, Bob velseb. Was behind that hood, if you may ask. Bob is a cultists, rumored to be the most popular cult in they're town square.
"You've successfully done the task so well" the voice said, in a impressed way.
"Now tell me, what is it that you truly Desire?" the voice then said in a sadistic way, now bob kneeled before he's feet. Praising, lifting both of hes hands in the air.
"i desire.. To be one of your kind, as an offering" bob then grabbed a kitchen knife with hes other hand inside of the pocket, lifting it. Directly at the other hand, pressing the kitchen knife at the palm of hes hand.
"ill give you a drop of my blood.. And my soul" bob pressed the kitchen knife to hes skin, he hissed in a bit of pain. Then rotating hes hand, making a fist.
"by the time a drop of blood, hits the floor. My soul, shall be yours" after bob makes a fist, a drop of blood hit the floor.
"You shall have my granted" the voice vanished, in that moment, bob felt something sharp coming out of hes head. Making him squeeze in pain, it's like something is stabbing him. But in the inside of hes head, making him even in more pain.
Bob clenched onto the floor breathing heavily more then ever, groaning and screaming in agony. Now bob felt like they were two coming out of hes head, all that can be seen is he's shadow. Two pointy horns like came, coming out slowly from bobs head. Giving bob more pain furthermore breathing, there's something about hes shadow it resembles like a Devil.
