🫀 Darlin' 🍴[Bob Velseb X F!Reader] 💕

My Lover is a Serial Killer

Suddenly, there was a knock on my front door. I did what any normal person would do and tried to get up to turn on my light. Only to be told to sit back down. "Bob, I need to answer the door. I'll be back, I promise." I smiled at him. Shit, wait..Why did I smile at him? Bob, of course, returned the smile. Only his never seemed to disappear. I flicked on the light finally and walked out, jogging to the door to keep my guests from waiting. I opened it, revealing Lila and Skid. This was a first, they were over oddly late. And during a storm? That's new. "Y/N!" Lila hurried inside, "I need to talk to you." 

"What!?" I shouted. "I'm sorry, Y/N.. For the bad news. I know you don't tend to take bad news very well." Lila calmed me with a hand on my shoulder. I examined the floor with wide eyes. "So you mean to tell me..Bob Velseb attacked you? Are you sure it was him?" I panicked slightly, feeling no remorse in trusting him, yet some sort of sympathy. Bob must have heard his name, because shortly after I heard heavy footsteps reach the end of the hallway. They stopped in the doorway, and the sound of heavy breath pounded the wall behind me. He must have been listening to make sure I didn't turn him in to anyone or tell my experience with him. To gain more trust, I pretended not to hear him approach. "Yes, it was Bob Velseb. The red devil costume, the knife and the sharpener. Y/N, he attacked me last Halloween! We've got to call the cops, Y/N!" I glanced at her, my eyes wide and my breathing heavy. I could just barely hear the faint growl in Bob's breathing from behind me as he listened in. He was angry. I stood up and turned around towards Lila, trying to find some sort of excuse. "Lila..What difference would it make?" I tried to sound upset or shaken, "We don't know where he went. If we call the cops now, they'll only be a burden towards us for the rest of the night until they finally come up with the obvious answer; he left forever ago!" Lila looked like she'd agreed. "I suppose you're right...Maybe it's just a waste of time." She whimpered, standing up and grabbing Skid. I felt bad. Lila had come to me for help and reassurance. But all I gave her was some sad excuse as to why we shouldn't call the cops on the very murderer who was lurking behind us. Lila held Skid tight, his face peering over her shoulder as she grabbed the doorknob. "Look mom! It's that big fat red guy!" Skid shouted with a laugh, pointing behind me. I heard that familiar scraping. He had showed himself. I didn't dare look behind me. Instead, I stood with my hands cupped together. Lila turned around with a terrified whine, cowering close to the front door and placing Skid down behind her. I just stood in silence. What do I do? Do I act scared? Do I run? Should I just give in and call the cops? Lila shouted at me to run, to move out of the way. But instead, I stood in silence, almost prepared for the knife to strike me in the back or slice open my throat.

Everything fell silent. The only sound was the pounding rain outside. I felt a tight pressure around my waist and hot breath on the top of my head. "Y/N...Why is he....Why is he hugging you..?" Lila cried, guarding Skid. I said nothing, feeling as Bob had hugged me from behind. His arms were wrapped around my waist and his chin rested on the top of my head. "Did you know.. Human meat has a taste similar to pork?" Lila scoffed out of fear. Or maybe, distrust. "Y/N...Are you.." "Not going to turn him in.." I jumped in. "I uhm.." I couldn't find my words, "I trust him. And because I trusted him when I met him last night, he couldn't find it in him to kill me. As he says, if it wasn't for that glimmer of trust within me, I'd be dead by now." Bob tightened his grip on my waist. When did he get this sort of confidence??" "If you tell a single soul, I will follow you until the day you die. Unless of course, I kill you right now." Bob growled, taking out his knife once more and scraping it on his sharpener. I couldn't quite move now. What was this feeling? Defending a murderer? Someone who could kill me at any moment..? I swallowed my pride, stepping backward into him. If defending a murderer meant that I finally got to feel the loving touch of someone, then so be it. He was nice to me and that's what matters. I never thought I'd do this. I knew it was odd that I wasn't willing to turn him in or think logically. "Lila, go. I'll deal with this myself. I'll get help, you don't worry about it. Just go home and forget this happened." Lila sighed and looked at me, grabbed Skid, and ran.  

I slowly turned around to face Bob. He was watching as Lila ran out. Just then, he looked down at me with his wide eyed grin. I barely had enough time to think before he picked me up and carried me to my bedroom where he then covered me with the blanket. I sat almost paralyzed with anxiety as he laid down next to me and held me close. What is he doing? Is he cuddling me? He stroked my hair, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. "Wh-What are you doing..?" I questioned, only for no answer to be given. "Why me? Why do you have a soft spot for me? Just because I trusted you a little bit? Why?" I shouted, pushing away from his comforting arms. "You need it." He announced, pulling me back in and holding me. "What do you mean I need it?" I asked, still being stubborn and going against his caring cuddles. Bob hesitated before answering, "Love; and so do I." It must have been my big empathetic heart telling me what it thought was right, because just then I stopped struggling and felt bad for him. Was he just misunderstood? No, he's a bad guy. He's evil, he's killed, eaten, dismembered innocent people. But, why do I feel like this with him then? So comfortable. So calm, relaxed... Safe... I gave in, slowly shuffling as close to him as possible and curling up to him. He must have been thankful that I did it, because he held onto me like I was the one thing keeping him alive. I felt so safe yet so confused. He stroked my hair again, planting another soft kiss on my forehead. "In that case...I don't see much of an issue..." I said, my voice trailing off and my breath bouncing off of his deep red sweater. He kept that smile, while I could only think of how wrong this is. Whatever, he's sweet in a way. I finally began to fall asleep, feeling truly safe and relaxed next to him.