#bob vesleb

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•GET OUT OF THE RING • Skid VS Pump •

(Nobody asked, but everyone wanted it)

[aldap00]

[palettedreamer]

Human design for STARVERSE NARRATOR!

Also bob doodle because if starverse narrator died in the hands of someone else he'd haunt bob right away

I without make up and chest scar!

[splatteredbee]

Midnight Munchies

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Happy Birthday, Bob Velseb~ 👹❤

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉! 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒚 🥀 || 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒛 𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏̃𝒐𝒔 𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒒 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐! 𝑨𝒍𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒛 🥀

𝑷𝒔𝒔𝒕- 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓!

[msriri030]

All I ask: Husband Bob x spouse! Reader

quick oneshot, prequel to other work here or stand alone

Masterlist

The sudden flash of red and blue lights outside your living room window sent a jolt through your system. You turned to your husband, Bob, his back turned to you, seemingly unfazed by the commotion.

"Bob… Why are the cops outside?" you asked, your voice tinged with unease.

He remained silent, his posture rigid. As you stepped closer, you noticed he was wearing a devil mask, its sinister grin illuminated by the flickering lights.

"Honey... why are you wearing that costume?" Your voice trembled, tears welling up in your eyes. "Did you scare some neighbor by accident? Bob! Answer me! What's going on?"

He turned to face you slowly, the mask concealing his expression. His voice, laced with a Southern drawl, sent a chill down your spine.

"I did something really bad, darling?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as fear gripped you. The room seemed to close in, the flashing lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. You took a step back, the reality of the situation sinking in.

"Bob... please, take off the mask," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

He reached up slowly, removing the mask to reveal a face you barely recognized—eyes cold, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"It's too late for that now," he said, stepping closer.

The red and blue lights of the police cruisers pulsed through the thin curtains, casting eerie patterns on the walls like warning beacons in a nightmare. Outside, voices crackled over radios and dogs barked in the distance. But inside the cabin, time stood still.

Bob stood in front of you, barefoot and wild-eyed, his chest heaving with slow, deliberate breaths. His shirt was torn and stained—a mixture of dirt, sweat… and something darker. His pupils were dilated, fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

You had known this man—this man who once kissed you when you were on your first date, who cried when your daughter arrived. But this... this wasn't him. The warmth was gone. The man who used to bring you wildflowers and terrible jokes had been replaced by something hollow and unnatural.

“Don’t be scared, darling,” he said, voice disturbingly gentle. His hand rose slowly, caressing your cheek with a tenderness that made you shiver. “I love you too much to eat you… like the others.”

The words didn’t register at first. It was the kiss—the soft, reverent kiss he placed on your lips—that forced your brain to snap into focus.

Your breath hitched. “O… others?”

Then you saw it. His hand, now resting against your face, was slick and glistening. The metallic scent hit you a second later—coppery and sharp. Blood.

Your knees threatened to buckle. You didn’t scream. Couldn’t. The scream lodged itself in your throat like a bone.

You stared at him, horror dawning in your eyes. “Why?” you choked out. “Why would you do this? We have a baby to care for… So why, Bob?”

His expression shifted—just slightly. A flicker of guilt, or maybe hunger, rippled across his face. He tilted his head, eyes never leaving yours.

“I was hungry,” he said simply, as though the explanation should be enough. “My love… you don’t understand. It started small. Just… cravings. I thought it would go away.”

He took a step toward you.

“I tried, I swear I tried. But then they came. Strangers, trespassers. And it got easier. Then I met you but the hunger never left..”

You backed away instinctively, the heel of your boot hitting the edge of the table. The room spun. A dark red smear on the floor caught your eye. You hadn't noticed it before. It led toward the back door—the same door your neighbor’s teenage son had walked through earlier, asking about your generator.

Your stomach twisted violently.

Your babies. You had put them down for a nap just hours ago. Upstairs.

“Where are they?” you rasped, voice cracking as the panic took hold. “Where’s Emily? Belle?”

Bob blinked slowly. “Safe. Sleeping. I could never hurt them. They are ours.”

The word ours made your blood run cold.

Somewhere beyond the walls of the house, a police officer shouted something—distant but growing closer.

You looked at Bob, your heart pounding like a war drum in your chest. Every instinct screamed at you to run, to scream, to do something—but your body felt frozen, anchored by the weight of disbelief.

There was still time. There had to be.

Bob’s gaze softened—sickeningly tender—as if he hadn’t just confessed to unspeakable horrors. As if this was just another night, and not the unraveling of your world.

“All I ask, darling,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “is for you and Emily not to forget that I love you... so much.”

And just like that, he turned.

He walked slowly, almost serenely, past the shattered front door, the blood on his hands glinting under the flashing police lights like some grotesque badge of honor. The silhouette of his figure dissolved into the red and blue haze outside.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. Your knees buckled beneath you as the front door creaked in his wake.

Silent tears streamed down your face, each one heavier than the last. The sob that escaped your throat was raw and broken, the kind that came from a soul frayed beyond repair.

Outside, the shouting grew louder. Boots thundered against the porch. Flashlights swung through the dark like hunting knives. But it was already too late.

Because even if they caught him—even if they shot him down where he stood—the man you loved was already gone.

And the thing he left behind?

Would haunt you forever.

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Idk why I didn't posted it before, probably found too ugly?

Inspired in penny-wise n kkfos

[moonlights-here]

Lock-in post no. 1: BOB THE DEVIL 🔥🔥

1/?? posts posted before school

I've been wanting to make a FNaF x Spooky Month type game for the past 2 years now. The lore is somewhat complete I just need some ideas for it. But for now HERE YA GO GUYS!!!

idk how the hell you render