Obsession? I think Not. (Bob X Reader)

Chapter 4

Pov:Y/n

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Boys & Grill was in clear sight, bad thing was the lights wasn't on.

Yeah, I'm definitely going to die in that restaurant...

You can see the closed sign right against the door.

"Wait isn't it closed...?" You said nervously.

Maybe if he notices its closed, I won't go inside that restaurant?

"Oh ya' don't worry about a thing Y/n..." the way he said your name gave you shivers down your spine as you gulped nervously.

Bob opened the door in which you entered into the restaurant, very hesitantly.

You walked in chosing a seat right against the window.

Maybe be if he kills me maybe some people around the place will see through the window, maybe they'll just see he did it?

"Let me just go and make the burgers ya' just stay here." Bob says before walking towards the kitchen.

Fuck...

Maybe if I just leave, I could get away?

No... bad idea he knows where I fucking live...

Maybe just run away?

No someone might report me missing...

So how the fuck do I get out of this situation...?

You sat back leaning against the seat you chosen making quiet squeaking sounds from under your weight, letting your back hit the seat.

Do I even have anything to entertain myself with?

Oh wait! I should have a phone somewhere on me...

You dug your hands in your pockets feeling around the thin device only for your fingers to meet a wider and small object.

"Huh?" You said quietly to yourself feeling around the mysterious object in your pocket.

Finally, you took it out to observe what it was.

"What the fuck...?"

You were holding out a flip phone in your hand.

What year is it in this universe...?

Well, no luck in watching videos on your phone.

You put 'your' flip phone back on your back pocket.

You brought your hands up on the table to rest your head.

All this is causing me to have a damn migraine...

Now I'm stuck in this damn spooky month universe with a damn cannibal that might just fucking kill me and eat me for dinner.

And now I don't even have the technology to even entertain myself!

You mentally groaned at yourself in your head.

You sat back up quickly when you heard the sound of footsteps, turning your head to the left seeing Bob exit the kitchen with a plate filled of fries, and with a burger.

"Here is the food I made ya'" he said setting the plate right in front of you, while you looked at it suspiciously.

He probably fucking poisoned the food...

You inhaled letting the smell of the burger and fries hit your nonexistent nose.

Ugh my greatest weakness...