Animal Crossing x Reader Imagines 😍😍😍

Bob

Imagine being quarantined with Bob 😳

"Y/N, did I ever tell you about the time I invaded Poland?" The lavender cat near you asks, breaking your 40-day long silence.

You stop staring out the window longingly to glance at Bob, who is watching you closely.

You eye him cautiously.

"No..." You reply slowly, waiting for a reaction. When none arrives, you continue. "You never mentioned it."

Bob nods in appreciation.

"That's because I never did." He states happily, his tail twitching. You feel your heart flutter oddly as he accidentally spits on your face.

As you wipe his slobber off discreetly, Bob springs up from his place on the floor to sit on the couch next to you.

You watch as he stares out the window and into the deserted street.

"I thought I would miss being outside, " Bob begins in a surprisingly tender voice. "But I don't."

You grow rigid as you take note of how close he has gotten over the course of .03 seconds.

"I thought you might get sick of it after a bit." You mumble awkwardly, unsure of how else to reply.

Your face flushes as Bob leans in close to you. You can smell his breath, and let me tell you, that is NOT a good thing.

You fight the urge to gag as the cat smiles.

"Not when you're here, Y/N." He whispers, and though this is the first time you speak over the course of 40 days straight, you feel like you've known him your whole life. You feel like you might...love him.

Before you can voice these thoughts, Bob speaks.

"Have I ever told you that I loved you, Y/N?" He mumbles, his warm breath washing over your face.

You freeze.

"N-No." You eventually manage to get out.

Your face feels like it's been set on fire as your heart slams against your chest. When you were ordered to stay locked in with Bob, you never dreamed things would escalate in this way.

But you're glad they have.

Before you can lean in for a kiss, Bob springs away from you.

"That's because I don't!" He announces happily. "pTHhHptH"

Your heart shatters as your face is covered in spit.

His cruel laughter fills your ears as you go back to staring out the window.

When would your suffering end?