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Karga: Whatโs one thing worse than the Republic?
Mando: The child
Karga: What? No-
Can we ever get a glimpse of Real Bobby x reader relationship before the backrooms...
"Just go talk to her, man."
Terrence says it like it's so simple.
Like it's a thing Bobby can just do. Walk across the hallway, open his mouth, form words in the correct order, and deliver them to your face without his hands doing that thing. That stupid, traitorous, un-Bobby thing where they shake. Just slightly.
Just enough that he has to shove them in his pockets or grip the camera strap or cross his arms or do anything that isn't standing there with his fingers trembling like an idiot who's never spoken to a girl before.
He has spoken to girls before. He's good at it. Bobby Franklin is good at it. The lean, the grin, the chain catching the light at the right angle, the way he can make his voice do that low, easy thing that makes people look at him twice.
He's been told he's charming. He's been told he's an asshole.
Both are true and both have worked for him and neither one is working now because you are not just people. You are a specific, particular, singular problem that Bobby has had no solution for since you transferred here halfway through junior year.
Hands full with a box of books and a schedule that put you in his fourth-period English, and a face that made his brain go loud and quiet and stupid in a way he's still not equipped to handle.
"I talk to her every day," Bobby shoots back. He's leaning against the lockers outside the science wing. One foot up, camera hanging from his neck, watching the hallway with the practiced disinterest of a man pretending he isn't looking for someone. "We're friends."
"Yeah, that's the problem." Terrence adjusts his backpack strap. Gives Bobby the look he's been giving him for months. The one that says I've watched you be an idiot about this for a year and a half and my patience is a finite resource. "You've been friends for like a year. You walk her to class. You drive her home. You filmed her reading a book for twenty minutes last week,you creep."
"The light was good."
"The light. Bobby. Brother. The light is never that good. You filmed a girl reading and you looked at the footage like it wasโI don't know, man, like it was the Sistine Chapel or something. You're gone. You are gone for this girl. Just ask her out already."
Bobby whyyyyyy you were so sweet ๐ฅน
Ohhhh but this is sooo BB cuddled up in the blanket fort letting Companion trace his features from that tooth ask
๐น better bobby series masterlist.
you're in the nest after a long day of exploring.
and it's warm. far warmer than level 0 should allow, and by now you know that's him. that bb's doing something to the air or the walls or whatever the backrooms are made of to make this corner soft for you.
he's lying there looking up at you and doing the slow blink. the one that's almost human. the one that takes just a beat too long on the close and a beat too long on the open, like the mechanism behind his eyelids runs on slightly different rhythm.
and then you start tracing.
you don't decide to. your hand just moves. fingertips along his brow bone first. the ridge of it, slightly too pronounced, sharper than bobby's was in a way you wouldn't notice unless you were this close. and he goes still. that predator stillness. but not the dangerous kind. you've seen that kind before. this is the one where he's holding himself so carefully because he doesn't want to do anything that might make this stop.
you trace down. the bridge of his nose. not quite bobby's nose, you think, there's a straightness to it that bobby's didn't have. bobby broke his in eighth grade and it healed with a bump and this nose doesn't have that slight bump. this nose is the version bobby's face would have been if nothing had ever hurt it. across his cheekbone (higher than last week, you note, the architecture underneath pressing closer to the surface again) and he makes a sound.
low. a vibration that starts in his chest and travels up through his jaw and you feel it in your fingertips where they rest against his skin. it's involuntary. you can tell because his eyes widen slightly after he makes it, like he didn't know that was in him.
you trace his lower lip. the full swell of it. exactly bobby's mouth but the temperature is wrong. too cool. and the texture is just slightly off in a way you've stopped being able to articulate because your baseline for "normal" eroded somewhere around week three (or what you think was week three).
and the sound comes again, longer this time. a low, pleased rumble like something resonating in a space too large for his chest.
and that's when it hits you.
he's never felt this before.
not never felt your touch. never felt any touch that wasn't violence.
BECAUSE WE KISSED HIS NOSE. BECAUSE ITS NEVER FELT ANYTHING THIS GENTLE BEFORE. BECAUSE WE CHOSE IT.
Thoughts being thunk about companion tracing BBโs canines, just slightly too sharp, too long, forcing him to hold his mouth open obediently whilst she evaluates his slight deviations from real Bobby. Stick some fingers in that entityโs MOUTH!!!
you're in the blanket nest.
that's what you've started calling it in your head. the corner of level 0 where bb has arranged every scavenged textile in the backrooms into something that makes a surprisingly comfortable bed.
your head is on his thigh. his fingers are on your hair, stroking rhythmically, and he's humming that tuneless song that doesn't exist anywhere outside of him.
your eyes are half closed. his fingers brush over your brow gently. the humming is low and constant in your ears. you can feel it in his thigh under your cheek, this faint vibration, and it's almostโalmostโ
he goes still.
one second his fingers are moving and the next they're not. the humming cuts off like a switch flipped. bb's whole body locks into that predator stillness. every muscle from the hand on your hair to the leg under your head becomes stone.
you see his lips twitch. the mouth pulling back, almost peeling, the way an animal's does right beforeโ
"what's wrong?"
you start to sit up. his hand tightens on your head. not painfully. just keeping you where you are.
"it's fine," he answers.
it's not fine. you can hear it in his voice. the edges are wrong. the vowels are too flat. whatever's happening is pressing up through the bobby suit and you can hear the seams straining.
"bobby."
"stay, baby. it's handled."
you stay.
but you tilt your head on his thigh and look up at him and your breath catches because the face looking down at you is... shifted.
still bobby. still recognisably him. but the cheekbones are higher, sharper, more angular than bobby's face ever was. the bone structure is pressing outward like something underneath is leaning against the skin. his eyes are flat black. no blue. no iris. just that depthless dark that was here before everything.
and his mouth... his lips are parted slightly and you can see the canines and they are longer than they were this morning. you're certain of this. you've been mapping this face for weeks and those teeth are not what they were.
Iโm so so curious as to what BB actually looks like. Is it a void with teeth? Or is it like freaky looking, claws and all. Either or thatโs our baby right there
Been noticing how Better Bobby is shortened to BB by a lot of people, and I keep reading it as Baby in my head. Lead me to wonder if, unconsciously, at some point, the companion would have started calling it BB in her head and accidentally going โHey, Baby, come here for a second?โ The way BBโs head would crack from how fast it whipped around LMAO
bb has been called a lot of things. entity 0. "it." a threat. a research subject. an apex predator. he's been studied, hunted, feared and classified.
but nobody has ever called him baby. nobody has ever been close enough to call him baby. nobody ever looked at this ancient, unknowable thing wearing a boy's face and thought "yeah that's my baby"
because you wouldn't even realise you'd done it. it would just slip out one day. you're fiddling with something, or checking the notebook (your own personal backrooms database you've been compiling), and you need him to come look at a hallway junction before you note it down and your brain reaches for the shorthand you've been using in your head for weeks. your mouth just goes, "hey, baby, come here for a second?" in the most casual voice imaginable.
and then the silence hits and you replay what you just said and your whole body goes cold.
but it's too late because bb's head has already whipped around so fast it did the thing. the not-quite-human thing. his head moved faster than his body and for just a fraction of a second he forgot to be human about it because whatever just happened in his processing was so immediate, so total, that the disguise lagged behind the reaction.
and he's just... looking at you.
bobby's blue eyes. completely still. but not blank. not that careful, neutral mask he does when he's trying not to want too much. you spy something startled and raw and so desperately pleased in them that it makes your chest hurt.
your tongue tangles in your mouth, "iโthat wasโi didn't meanโit's just shorter. like BB. like the letters. i wasn't calling youโ"
and he says, "say it again."
What if itโs never known anything soft or gentle? ๐ฅบ like Iโm sure yeah thatโs probably a given cause of where itโs at but to think itโs never experienced anything like that makes me sad
What if there is a Better Reader in the Backrooms and once Real Reader sees her, she gets jealous and protective over Better Bobby??
ok, ok, ok, but imagine.
you've been in the backrooms with Better Bobby for... who knows how long.
time is... a carpet, buzzing light and his almost-right smile. and you shouldn't be here. you know you shouldn't be here. but bobby (real bobby, your bobby, the bobby who asked you to be his girlfriend junior year and made you feel like the only person in the room before he started making you feel like the only person in a room he'd rather not be in) real bobby stopped trying.
real bobby got comfortable. real bobby started looking through you like you were furniture, answering "yeah that's cool" without looking up, forgetting plans you made, treating your presence like background noise he'd already tuned out. and you were so lonely. you were so lonely in a relationship that technically still existed, wearing your boyfriend's letterman jacket like a costume for a role he'd stopped rehearsing, and then you heard a voice in a wall.
or maybe it was always there. that door. maybe Better Bobby just finally opened it for you.
because that's how it happened, wasn't it? no one forced you. there was just a door that shouldn't have been there and a voice on the other side that sounded like bobby (like bobby on a GOOD day, like bobby when he still looked at you like you mattered) saying "hey, come here, i want to show you something" and you followed it because you were starving.
you were emotionally starving and something that sounded like the boy you loved was offering you a meal and you walked right in.
and Better Bobby has he's been everything. he's been real bobby with the volume turned up on all the parts that made you fall in love and all the parts that faded turned back on.
he remembers things you say. he asks follow-up questions. he angles himself between you and every dark hallway and when you talk he LOOKS at you with bobby's blue eyes and actually, fully, completely pays attention. he finds you blankets. he stays awake while you sleep. he hums bobby's little tuneless songs and when you wake up from nightmares about the smiling thing in the dark and flickering lights he says "i'm here, i'm right here" and means it in a way that real bobby hasn't meant anything in months.
and you've been indulging. you know you have. you've been leaning into it the way you lean into a hot bath: knowing it's temporary, knowing the water's going to cool, but right now it's warm and you're so cold and nobody has made you feel warm in so, so long.
How I turn to look at better me as me and BB are walking away:
I love the idea of everything with better bobby being so intense and almost dreamlike, trippy from the beginning. Like being high (lmao) and fading in and out of a meaningful conversation that youre struggling to focus on as you sink into the couch. Meaning to dust a kiss on what you think is your unusually clingy bfโs cheekbone and between one moment and the next, what started as an innocent cheek kiss has resulted in you sliding against the wall until youre sat on that yellow floor, lap full of him as he essentially tries to stick as much of his tongue as he can down your throat. Hands confusedly going to his shoulders and heโs curled around and over you like a python, nosing your pulse with quick, shivery breaths, hand on our nape, and waist, reeling you to him as he pins you to the wall. Him getting the hint of a kiss and taking that to mean he can finally just.. do what he wants. Itโs permission, right? You love him too? You must, you initiated contact. And now he can touch and touch and mouth and smell and nose and be the needy, raw animal crawling under a false skin that wants you so so sosososososososososososoossobad so bad so bad
หณ หณ BETTER BOBBY SERIES.
Reality itself has a different consistency down here.
Time is soft. The edges blur. The hum does something to your brain you can't explain. There's this ambient frequency in this place and it does to your cognition what warm water does to muscle tension. Loosens it. Softens the borders between one moment and the next. Until everything has this gauzy, slow-motion, underwater quality where you can't quite tell where a thought ends and a feeling begins.
You're lying on the blankets and Better Bobby is beside you and he's been clingy today. Clingier than usual anyway. Which is saying something, because his baseline is already I need to be touching you at all times or I will simply cease to exist.
His head is on your chest and his arm is across your waist, his fingers drawing patterns on your hip through your shirt. You're talking. Having a conversation. A real one. But you can't quite hold the thread.
You keep meaning to finish your sentence but the hum is so warm and his weight is so warm... and his fingers are doing that thing where the warmth-that-reads-you is bleeding through the contact.
Not deliberately, just passively. The way a radiator bleeds heat, and your thoughts keep drifting.
"โand I was trying to tell Clark that the shelving unit wasโ"
Better Bobby shifts. His nose pushes into the curve of your neck between one blink and next. A slow, animal press. Not a kiss. Just... contact. Scent. You feel him inhale.
"โwas, umโthe brackets were wrong, and heโ"
His mouth opens against your throat. Not a kiss. Just his lips. Parted. Resting there. You can feel his breath on your pulse point. Damp. Quick.
"โhe wouldn't listen, he neverโ"
โWhat are you supposed to say to a creature that has worn loneliness like a second skin for longer than your entire species has existed, that heard you through concrete and plaster and chose to build itself a body just to be close to you?โ
I wonโt even lie, Iโm never leaving BB
ใ M.E.G โ ENTITY DOSSIER: ENTITY 0
โโโโโโ CLASSIFIED // M.E.G. INTERNAL // CLEARANCE LEVEL 4 REQUIRED โโโโโโ Colloquial Designation: "Better Bobby" DOCUMENT ID: MEG-ENT-0000-DOSSIER CLASSIFICATION: LEVEL 4 โ RESTRICTED COMPILED BY: Dr. โโโโโโ, Entity Research Division DATE OF COMPILATION: โโ/โโ/198โ LAST REVISION: โโ/โโ/199โ [SEE ADDENDUM F] REVISION STATUS: ONGOING โ FILE NEVER CLOSED
โ DISTRIBUTION WARNING โ
This dossier contains information regarding an entity classified as APEX-UNDEFINED. Unauthorised access, reproduction, or verbal dissemination of the contents herein constitutes a Class 3 security violation. Personnel found in breach will be subject to immediate reassignment to Level โโโ. This is not negotiable. If you are reading this document and do not possess Level 4 clearance, stop immediately. Close this file. Walk away. Forget the designation. This is for your safety.
BUT IS IT FROM THE BACKROOMS OR IS IT FROM THE REAL WORLD??? IF BB IS SO STRONG WITH HH DOESNT IT LEAVE? WHAT IF WE LEAVE AND IT FOLLOWS ๐ WHY DOES IT STAY IN LEVEL 0
lowkey need to see how real!bobby handles his girl's disappearance ๐ฌ..delicious
pairing: bobby franklin x f!reader x entity!bobby contents/warnings: bobby's pov, emotional neglect in a relationship, heavy grief and loss, angsty in general, emotional volatility/verbal cruelty, alcohol abuse (clark), existential/cosmic horror (erasure from reality), self-loathing and guilt (told you he'll be going through it!) notes: we're giving this twink a character as promised! got carried away but surprisingly?? really like how it came out?? hope y'all enjoy, and excited to see if the tide changes on the Real Bobby hate lol.
๐นbetter bobby series masterlist.
Real Bobby notices on a Tuesday.
Not right away. Thatโs the single most damning thing. The part thatโll eat at him later, thatโll sit in his chest like a hot coal for months, perhaps the rest of his goddamn life if heโs being honest.
He doesn't notice right away.
The first night, he figures you're pulling a double at the store. It's happened before. He eats cereal standing over the sink, leaves his bowl on the counter, sleeps diagonally. Doesn't think about it.
The second night, he's annoyed. You could've called. He almost picks up the apartment phone but gets distracted by something on TV, and the receiver stays in the cradle, your number undialed, and he falls asleep with the light on.
The third morning, he reaches for you.
It's not conscious, really. It's that old reflex in him. The one from the early days. Something he thought he trained out of himself because tenderness was starting to feel like a liability, so he resorted to laziness instead. His hand slid across the mattress toward the warm dip where you normally sleep. But his fingers find only cold sheets. Flat, undisturbed. No impression of a body. And something in Bobbyโs chest pinches, just slightly, like a hand closing around a tender nerve.
He sits up. Looks at your side of the bed. The pillow still has the shape of your head from three nights ago. Nothing's been moved.
KAT WTF YOU DIDNT NEED TO DO THAT TO MY EMOTIONS
Damn heโs going through it. Honestly that is crazy how BB can just whipe us from Bobbyโs life like that. LIKE WHAT KIND OF ENTITY IS BETTER BOBBY AND DAMN IS IT STRONG. BB has seeped into the real world that itโs able to make changes and is it actually from the back rooms or did it gets stuck there???? ๐๐๐ I have questions and thoughts and do you think eventually when they find out how to get in, will BB know right away? Will it try to stop them from coming in? Or will it be to distracted by us to notice until it feels somethingโs off and will it try to kill Bobby and them or try to lead them to something else that would do it instead???
YOUR 'BETTER BOBBY' FIC WAS SO GOOD! if you ever felt inspired would LOVE to read more about them. maybe another entity attacks them and they get separated? and alone and lost, reader can't help but miss the real Bobby ahhh. anyway, love you, thank you for writing!
I'm so glad you're all loving this idea, because inspiration hit me so hard I wrote this in one sitting. Continuation to this. Def let me know if you wanna see more ๐ warnings: horror (finally got to write my true love), and some gore (nothing explicit/implied) series masterlist.
You've been here long enough that you've stopped counting the hallways.
That, in hindsight, should probably scare you the most. The fact that it doesn't scare you anymore.
The yellow used to make your skin crawl, that specific shade of institutional sick. Now it's just... the colour of home. Better Bobby's taught you that. Through sheer repetition of safety.
Every time he pulls you into a new room and checks the corners before letting you sit down. Every time he angles his body between you and a doorway without thinking about it. Or when he hands you something to eat. You've stopped asking where the food comes from. That's another question that goes in circles every time you try it. He watches you until you take a bite, satisfied, like feeding you is the only task on a list he takes very seriously.
You have a room now. Your room. He found it for you three (days? rotations? sleeps?) ago, deeper in Level 0 than you'd been before, tucked behind a series of turns that he walked so confidently you wondered if he'd planned the route in advance.
It's quieter than the others. The carpet is thicker, the hum lower, and there's a warm patch on the floor near the far wall where some buried pipe must be running. Better Bobby dragged every blanket he'd scavenged into a pile on that warm spot and when you'd looked at him he'd shrugged, one shoulder, earring catching the fluorescent light.
"What? You get cold."
Real Bobby used to steal the covers.
The โmaybe thatโs why you stayโ got me. Fuck that line is too relatable. The loneliness of it all and BB being the only thing that we can cling too out of comfort.
OKAY WAIT YOURE THE RIGHT PERSON I HAVE TO TELL THIS TO: Coraline AU x Backrooms AU for Bobby Franklin x reader
Okay so Bobby and reader are together but heโs grown brasher, ruder and arrogant these past few months. Long story short, heโs grown tired of you and he treats you like shit. But he hasnโt really broken it off yet. He canโt bring himself to. Heโs grown used to you and he doesnโt wanna go through the whole process of breaking up and moving out and whatever whatever. And you love him too much to do anything, so you just deal with it. Hoping that one day heโll be how he used to when you first got together.
So one night at the store when youโre pulling a night shift alone, (Bobby had left early, he wasnโt gonna stay and do night shift with you asshole) you hear thumps coming from the lower level. Youโre scared but you grab a hardware knife and keep it close as you quietly go down to explore the noise.
Once you reach the extra storage level, you hear it: Bobbyโs voice calling from inside the wall. At first youโre convinced that youโve gone crazy. But no, itโs him. And heโs gently luring you in, โbabe, I can see you. gosh you look so cute with that scared look on your face. come here.โ You look around in confusion, but a tiny thump from behind the wall grabs your attention. โYes. Here. Cโmere babe.โ
You stop in front of the wall. And when you lean in close to press your ear against the wall, poof you stumble into the room and fall on your ass. Your head spins as you blink awake, and immediately youโre hit with ugly neon yellow wallpaper. You look around the room before your gaze locks on โฆ Bobby?
You freeze in surprise. There he is, same white shirt and denim shorts, same camera dangled over his shoulder, and a sickeningly charming smile on his face that you havenโt seen since the beginning of your relationship. Something isnโt right. He doesnโt smile at you like that anymore.
But before you can say anything, heโs walking closer to you until heโs gently cupping your face in his hands. โHello babe, missed you. You are NOT going to believe this place!โ Slowly, with an arm draped over your shoulders, heโs guiding you further and further away from that spot on the wall that you came in here from. You look around. Something makes your stomach churn with unease. Itโs yellow everywhere, hallways everywhere. Yet โBobbyโ seems to know this place like the back of his hand.
When you finally snap and ask him who he is, he simply smiles that sickening smile again before cupping your cheeks and pressing a tender kiss on your lips. โItโs me, Bobby. Better Bobby.โ
Now he just has to convince you to never leave him again. To never go back the โother Bobbyโ. To a dull life where โother Bobbyโ canโt love you as best as he can. That heโll never neglect you like โother Bobbyโ that he can be better. That the only condition is that you stay in here with him forever.
[part 2]
The thing that makes Better Bobby so dangerous is that he's not a bad time at all.
He's not some obvious monster wearing Bobby's face wrong. He doesn't glitch. He doesn't flicker. He's warm. He's present in a way real Bobby hasn't been in months. Maybe longer, if you're honest with yourself, and Better Bobby makes you honest because he makes you feel safe enough to be.
The first few daysโhours? time is slippery here, the fluorescent lights don't change and there are no windows and Better Bobby just shrugs when you ask how long you've been here, says does it matter, baby? and the worst part is you can't think of a good reason why it does.
The first stretch of time is almost easy. Dangerously, seductively easy.
He finds rooms for you. Not just any rooms, the good ones. Quiet ones, with carpet instead of that damp yellow tile, where the humming of the lights isn't quite so loud.
He sets up a little nest of blankets he found god-knows-where and pulls you into his chest and plays with your hair and talks to you in that low, lazy voice. The one real Bobby used to use on Sunday mornings when neither of you had anywhere to be. He asks you questions about your day. Your day. When's the last time real Bobby did that? When's the last time real Bobby looked at you while you were talking instead of at his pager or through the viewfinder or at literally anything else?
Better Bobby looks at you like you're the only thing in the room. Which, technically, you are. But still.
And he keeps you safe. That's the part that really gets its hooks in.
Itโs me, better bobby and that slutty shirt against the world ๐ค
๐ หณ หณ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Bobby's been a shit boyfriend for months. When you disappear through a wall in the basement of Clark's furniture store, you wake up in the Backrooms, where a better version of Bobby is waiting. One who actually shows up, one who loves you, one who never, ever wants to let you go.
bobby franklin x f!reader x entity!bobby
cw: emotional neglect, psychological horror, backroom entities/lore, implied creature violence, emotional manipulation by non-human entity, alcohol abuse (secondary character), grief/loss, verbal arguments (no physical violence), angst.
๐ asks/mini concepts ๐ ๐ ๐ playlist
โฝ part one / concept. โฝ part two. โฝ part three. โธ interlude: entity 0
extras:
แชเญง making out w/ better bobby. แชเญง better you! แชเญง "baby." แชเญง "open your mouth." แชเญง pillow fort. แชเญง in the beginning. แชเญง my, what long tongue you have.
โ M.E.G. ENTITY 0 โ RESEARCH FILE INDEX:
โน MEG-ENT-0000-ADDM-โโ โ Restricted Addendum: Reproductive Capability Assessment (Filed Under Protest)
in which you discover that bb has... an unusually long tongue.
His mouth tastes like nothing.
You noticed that early on. Not like absence of taste, not like water. Like nothing, a perfect void where flavour should be, and somehow that's become the taste you crave most in any world.
Your back finds the wall, or what passes for a wall here, that faintly warm surface that breathes if you press your palm flat long enough. BB's other hand slides to your hip, fingers curling into the denim, and the sound he makes is low and human, pulling at a tether behind your navel.
You open for him. BB licks into your mouth, careful, so careful, and you feel the soft drag of his tongue against yoursโ
And it's good. It's so good. He's come from that first time when he said "teach me how to kiss you properly". His thumb traces your hipbone through your shirt and you're arching into him and the kiss deepens, turns slick and urgent, and you stop thinking.
Which is maybe why it takes you a few seconds to register it.
The texture shifts first. That smooth, wet give slowly becoming something denser, something with grip. Almost velvety, almost ridged, like the pad of a finger where a tongue should be. And then the length. BB's tongue curls past where a tongue should end. It slides along the underside of yours, keeps going, keeps going. A slow, sinuous coil that wraps once around the muscle of your tongue and tightens.
Your breath catches.
You pull back.
This has been my intro to BB and I need that entity like now. He feeds us, takes care of us, keeps us safe and you know what that tongue do
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A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS โ 1.05. in the name of the mother.