🫀 Darlin' 🍴[Bob Velseb X F!Reader] 💕

Caught

A few hours later, I walked hand in hand with Skid down to CandyClub. We walked in and the door rang. That sickeningly sweet scent filled my nose again, overwhelming me with all of the soft, hard, and meltable candies. I breathed in deeply, letting Skid wander where he wanted to. "Oh, hey! Y/N!" Kevin waved. He had a big smile on his face. I quickly turned around and gave him a smile, jogging over to the counter. "Hey Kevin! How are you?" I beamed, still trying to act like nothing was wrong. "I'm good, but I haven't seen you up here since Halloween Eve! You usually come up here every day. Where have you been?" Kevin wondered, smiling at me. This was obviously his first interesting interaction all day. I glanced around and checked on Skid who was filling a bag full of jawbreakers. I turned back to Kevin and frowned. "Well uh, been busy. And if I'm honest, today hasn't been the best. I got fired." Kevin looked visibly upset. It was clear he didn't know what to say. But, just as he'd opened his mouth to say something, I felt a grasp on my shoulder. "Miss L/N, you are under arrest." I looked behind me to see a middle aged man and his younger partner. The one grabbing me had fuzzy, short brown hair and a mustache. I looked over at Kevin who was extremely confused and worried. "Y/N...What did you do?" I just blinked, being dragged away by the cops. 

That day I spent at the station. They had me in a cell until they decided to pull me out and question me. 

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"Miss L/N, we have some questions for you." Said the black haired cop. He seemed much nicer than the brown haired one. "First off, I'm officer Jack. And this is my partner, John." Jack said, shaking my hand. John lit a cigarette and stared at me. "Wh-Why am I here?" I stuttered, slouching in my seat and glancing around at the cops. "We have you here for interacting with Bob Velseb." John uttered. I was scared, so I played dumb. "Bob Velseb?" I gulped. "Yes," John said. "Bob Velseb. He's a well known serial killer who recently escaped prison a few months ago. He's been on a rampage; killed around 10 people last Halloween. The Halloween before that, 13. And this Halloween, 3, with an injury inflicted on one. All together this man has attacked and or killed 27 people. Bob was last seen in a restaurant with you, miss L/N." All I could do was sweat. I had no idea what to do or say. What did I say? What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to lie? These are cops, they'd know if I lied. SHIT! WHAT DO I DO?! I gulped and cracked my fingers out of anxiousness. "You mean the sweet guy with the black hair?" I questioned, still pretending to have no clue who Bob was. Maybe if I twisted the truth they wouldn't suspect it. John and Jack both nodded. "I have no clue what you're talking about. I've never heard of any Bob Velseb. The man I was with last night was a very kind and caring individual. He was so respectful and thoughtful. He bought me dinner and treated me kindly. How is that your suspect?" I whined. The cops both shot each other a glance. "Tell us what you know about this man. Every little detail. What food did he buy for you? What did he look like? What was he wearing. We need to know exactly who this man is." Jack stated. John popped in. "We have reports that he is Bob Velseb. But, after hearing your side, now we believe we may just have the wrong guy." I felt a giant rush of success. They were falling for it. Now, all I needed to do was keep up the sweet damsel facade and I should get out of this. As I started to explain more about Bob's behavior, the cops only questioned themselves more. They continuously asked me about his attitude and what he ate or smelled like. After about two hours of questioning, they were called out of the interrogation room. 

"The body? Is he really dead?" John asked with a croaky voice. He cleared this through and looked at Jack. They were both talking to a woman with blonde hair. I think her name is Patty. I sat in the room until Jack came in and walked me out. "Well, you're all clear miss L/N. We have Bob." I felt my heart sink into the pit  of my stomach. They have Bob? I spaced out, thinking of every single horrible possibility. Did they really have Bob? I gotta find out. John and Jack followed Patty to a lab-like room. I'm guessing some sort of morgue inside of the police station that they ran tests in and did autopsies. Patty was rambling about Bob and how he was caught after murdering somebody in town. "Around 12 o' clock today the manager of Boys and Grills, the burger restaurant a few blocks down, mysteriously called the station. After dialing 911, there was no answer. Only loud screams and scraping noises. It was like some sort of horror movie. The screaming finally stopped after about 30 minutes. When police arrived, they found the manager dismembered. His arms and legs were burning on a grill and his torso was hung on a meat hook, gutted." Patty opened the door in front of them, revealing Bob. I hid behind a filing cabinet and peered in. They did in fact have Bob. But, he was sitting up against a cold locker. He had several bullet wounds in his chest. It was just a repeat of the last time he'd been caught. But, this time, they learned their lesson. He was in hand cuffs and still barely breathing. Blood was running down his face and chest, seeping into his already carmine sweater. Trails of crimson ran down his fingertips and onto the cool white tile floor with small splats. I covered my mouth and gasped, widening my eyes in terror at this sight. Bob was extremely injured. He was clearly playing dead to make things easier. He breathed very slowly and didn't move at all. I barely saw him peek up at me. When he saw me, it was clear that worry and surprise filled him. John and Jack spoke more to Patty, talking about some cult and how they think that the two are tied. Finally, everyone left the room and asked more questions about the cult and how they thought Bob escaped prison before. As soon as they left, I grabbed the door and held it open. I wanted to sneak inside and get Bob out but I was too scared. I was terrified that I'd be caught. This place is too full. I may have to wait. Until then, Bob will have to wait. I gave him a sorrowful look and let go of the doors, allowing them to fall shut as I watched Bob slowly disappear behind them.