[† Baldi X Female!Reader †]

Chapter 8- MINE

{Quick A/N! The drawing above is my inspired drawing of Baldi. The eyes and the facial expression are inspired by an artist of DevianArt. I don't know their name, sorry!} {THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SO MANY REEEEADS?!!!!}

You were walking down the halls, thinking the party was the best! Mr. Baldi brought in chips and soda, especially the yummy BSoda for you. You wondered why it tastes so foul, but, he said it was used for a good reason. Just aim the can at someone, pop it open, and boom. They be gone.

You drank the BSoda, a flick of a sour, foul taste filled your mouth and landed on your tastebuds. You shivered in disgust.

The bully punched in the arm only once this morning. You ignored him and he left you alone. You walked down the hallway some more, accidentally bumping into Phil.

"Oh! Sorry Phil," you said. "Didn't see you-"

Phil grabbed your shirt collar and pulled you into a deep kiss. Your eyes widened in shock and you pushed him away. "What the hell man?!"

"S-sorry," he said. "I... I can't help myself. You're so pretty."

You blushed at his comment to you. Shuffling your feet, you said, "T-thank you..."

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Then, with a glance around, he pushed you against the wall. He kissed your neck slowly, trying to find your sweet spot. When he found it, he bit down on it gently.

You groaned with a small bit of pleasure. He chuckled in your neck and began to rub your thigh with his leg. You blushed heavily, sweat pouring down your neck and onto your back.

You heard a door slam close. He stopped and looked up at the tall man standing far down the hallway. You gasped and backed away.

Baldi got closer. "Ŵ-wĥåŧ'ş ġøĭñģ øŋ ĥĕŗė?" He said in the strangest, glitchy tone.

"N-nothing, sir!" Phil gaped, fear controlling him.

Baldi's ruler popped up. "No one ŧøüċĥĕş ĤĖŘ!! SHE'S MÏŊĖ!"

You stepped in front of him. "Baldi! No! Calm down!"

He grabbed your shirt collar and spun you around and cornering you into the wall. He bit down roughly on your neck. "Baby," his hot breath settled on your neck. "You're mine. I'm claiming you as mine, baby."