Obsession? I think Not. (Bob X Reader)

Chapter 3

Pov:Y/n

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You slowly turned around to see none other than him.

A cannibal.

A fucking psychopath.

Fucking Bob Velseb.

He wore a smile that was a way too friendly wide smile, with eye bags digging right below his wide eyes.

"Haha... yeah... not a lot of people here..." you nervously chuckled as he stared down at you.

You have never felt so fucking small before then now.

"So what'cha name?" Bob questioned.

"Y/n..." you managed to say avoiding his seemingly never-ending gaze.

"Well Y/n it's nice ta' meet'cha!" He said before bringing his hand for you to shake.

You really didn't want to shake his hand but for your own sake you had decide too.

"I'm Bob, Bob Velseb."

He had a firm handshake, then letting go.

"Do ya' need any help with the boxes?" He asked.

"No... I don't need help with the boxes." You replied lying, ready to turn around till.

"Oh, come on I'll help you think of it as a... friendly welcoming to the town!" He exclaimed before picking the box out of my hands.

Fuck...

How am I exposed to stay away from him now...?

Maybe I am just paranoid?

"Hey, can ya' get the door for me?" He said snapping me out of your thoughts.

If you were going to get out of here alive you had to be as nice as you can to him.

"Sure..." you said back before walking towards your 'house' you grabbed the keys you had on you in your pocket and unlocked the door so he can enter.

"Where do ya' wantin' me to put this box?" He said while you followed behind him.

"Just in the living room" you replied back and started walking out the house to get next box you had in the Truck.

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After a few or less hours you, and Bob managed to knock out moving the boxes.

Now you just wished he would just leave....

"Okay that's the last box!" He said placing it down right on the carpet surface.

Thank God... now he can finally leav-

"Phew! All that moving boxes made me have an appetite!" He said bring his hand to wipe off the nonexistent sweat off his forehead.

"Say... why don't we go to the restaurant I work at (or owned idk) and get us something to eat!" He said walking towards you.

Are you fucking kidding me...

"Oh... I'm not that hungry..." you lied, you wanted to stay as far as possible away from this guy...

"Oh, come on! I'm pretty sure you'd just love to try my Food..."

"I- I'm good!" You said putting your arms up, but he put a hand on your back to guide you out of the house.

"Oh, come on! It'd be on the house..." he said dragging me to wherever the restaurant was.

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Author's Note: tbh I feel like I make his accent a bit too much southern, also tried to match his personality with the info I read up on him.

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