Bob velseb x reader (spooky month)

Tensions High, Sanity Low

A/n: sorry, I've been forgetting to put warnings in my chapters for the last few! So here's your warnings peeps.
* Self-Harm
* Self-Hating thoughts
I think that's everything. Enjoy!

(Sunday, October 30th)
As Bob woke up the next morning, he felt better than he had in a while. Snuggling with you was the highlight of his Life. He snuggled into you to take in your scent wanting nothing more than to hold You in his arms and feel your warmth and presence near his.

As he was laying there thinking nothing but pure thoughts for the first time in a few days. Of course something had to ruin it. The voice in his head began to taunt him tempting him into his old habits. The line between hunger and the love was so thin, as Bob did everything he could to push the thoughts away. Push the voice away, But it just kept taunting him. Making every innocent touch into an agonizing hunger that was getting harder to ignore.
' eat them, If they truly love you, they would want you to'
Bob physically shook his head trying to shake off the temptation in his gut. He hadn't even Lost control when he already found himself licking your neck. He thought it would help his craving but it only made it worse, as he tried to pull away before he did anything worse. His self-control was thinning. Gently placing his teeth on your neck as he couldn't bring himself to pull away.
Y/n: "mm?..." You question quietly still half asleep as you felt his teeth on your neck.
Bob snaps out of his hunger long enough to pull away from you. You can practically see hearts in his eyes as he whimpered like he just got hit.
You woke up completely due to that sound not being able to stop the concern in your eyes as you looked at him, But before you could even ask if he was okay, he nervously got up choking out something about needing to go to the bathroom then leaving the bed abruptly.
It took you a second to realize what he just said before you followed after him. He locked himself in the bathroom again and you couldn't help the exasperated sigh that escaped you. despite everything you stay focused, You could hear him rummaging through something before you hear him curse, loudly and grunt. Becoming even more concerned and awake You bang on the door trying to get him to open it. Of course he doesn't answer. Momentarily deterred by the memory of being stabbed, you take a deep breath and then run and grab something to pick the lock. Once you manage to get in, you saw Bob crouched in the tub. It was hard to tell at first because of his Red shirt but he was bleeding. A sizeable gash in his arm. You grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. Strangely enough, you were starting to get used to these sort of things. You calmly get in the tub with him putting your hand out, Expectingly. All sorts of emotions splashed onto his face before realization did and he hesitantly put out his hand. He was practically bawling as he apologized, But you just told him it was okay.
Y/n: "hay.. I know you're hurting. I know this is what you're used to doing.. But please, please try talking to me next time. Give me a chance. Give yourself a chance... before resorting to this. I'm not mad and you know I'm not going anywhere.."
You realize that it's going to need stitches and cringe. Wondering how you're going to convince him to go to the doctors, when he noticed your expression. He wipes his eyes with his non-blooded sleeve.
First thing he asks you is if you know how to Sow. You were confused at first and a little hesitant but eventually agreed to stitch his wrist yourself. It was almost deceptive, How calm that moment was of him teaching you How to give someone stitches. Needless to say you weren't the best at it yet. And you knew it would leave a scar but he just told you it was fine and it would match the others he has. The two of you ended up cuddling in the tub for a while.

Bob: "Do you really mean it... when you say you'll never leave me..?"
Y/n: " How is that Even a question? Of course I mean it." You say it with a bit of a huff to your voice. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, worry plastered on his face. This just confirms it for him. You would never leave him. Not willingly. Usually that would make somebody happy but Bob knows he's not somebody worth being around. He knows he's dangerous and he doesn't want you to get hurt. Even if it means never seeing you again, He doesn't want To be the cause of your pain. He could still hear that voice in the background. Those temptations tempting him to do something He knows He will regret. He knows you'll never leave him... so he'll have to leave you.

So He quiets his thoughts for the moment. Enjoying what is, in his mind, the last time He'll see you for a while. Bob knows he's running out of time, And after that morning mishap he's trying to keep his distance. You noticed he's being quiet again today. There's tension in the air although you don't know what from, But no matter how many times you ask him, he doesn't tell you anything. When it got dark Bob insisted on sleeping alone despite last night's calm. You tried your best to convince him to stay with you but the look on his face told you you weren't going to be able to change his mind. With a sigh you let him go to get comfortable on the couch for the night. Luckily he wasn't talking about chaining himself up or nothing, but with Halloween being tomorrow he insisted it would be safer if You at least had time to wake up if He wasn't himself in the morning. It was hard to fall asleep And Bob kept mumbling to himself. You could hear his voice even as you were in the room and he was in the living room. At some point as you were laying there trying to go to sleep and failing. You couldn't hear him anymore. Figuring he finally fell asleep. You got up to check on him, only to realize he wasn't there. Inspecting further, you realized his car wasn't here either.

With Bob:
'I couldn't keep hurting them... I didn't care that I had nothing But the phone and wallet in my car. I refuse to put the love of my life through any more hardship.' He thought to himself as he drove a little bit over the speed limit, He kept driving trying to get as far away from everything he cared about as possible. Eventually he was able to get pretty far away from town where there weren't too many houses around and parked next to the first structure he found that looks sturdy enough. It just happened to be an old barn, The structure was old and worn out from the environment And being abandoned. A few padlocks were on the ground near the door. Most likely used once to chain it shut in the past. He couldn't help but think how perfect this place was. And of course he usually left his tools in his truck bed. With a bit of ingenuity and some old chains he found lying around. He slowly began to set things up to tie himself down, But he was realizing it would be easy for him to get out if he didn't have somebody else here to help tie him down. He mentally thought over the short list of people that would help him with this. Figuring you would probably disagree with his way of going about it, despite it being 11:30 at night he called up Roger. When Roger picked up the phone he sounded tired.

Roger: mm?...
Bob: hay.. I know it's late But.. I really need your help... could you meet me at the address I just texted you?
Roger: What's going on? Are you okay? Are you stranded? Do you need an ambulance?!
Bob: NO, No no, I'm fine... sort of... listen I'll tell you everything just... get here as soon as you can.... We don't have much time...
Roger: okay, I'm coming!
Bob: Thanks... I'll see you soon.

Bob felt a weight lift from his shoulders as he hung up the phone feeling like he finally had a way forward... like something finally went right. The voice was getting louder. He felt like his psyche was breaking and he was going to get a headache from all the pressure.

When Roger arrived at the location. He was sketched out by the abandoned barn. grabbing a crowbar from the back of his truck. He cautiously approached the door. There were sounds of metal chains clinging in the barn and Roger readied himself for a fight. When he heard Bob's voice grumbling and mumbling to himself he called out.

Roger: Bob! I'm here.
Bob: oh! Damn you got here fast.
Roger: course I did! What's going on? You don't seem like the type to ask for help unless it's really important...
Bob: We only have a few more minutes before midnight. Help me get these chains around me and I'll tell you everything.
Roger: What? Why are we chaining you up? Why are we here?
Bob: listen. I really don't have time for this. Just help me please...

Roger still had a million questions but decided to put them to the side. once he got Bob chained up tightly. Bob began to explain his situation to Roger telling him about the cult, about the demon possession and about the voice he's been hearing. Roger seems shocked. Not really sure how to react to that. He sort of defaulted to thinking of it like some sort of comic book. The reality of it hadn't really hit Roger completely, but he knew for a fact that his buddy needed help and just focused on that for now. Bob was trying hard to ignore the voice and just keep talking to Roger. Talking like this was helpful in keeping his sanity past midnight, but no matter how hard he tried... It was only a few more minutes before...

--- (October 31st, Halloween)