[warning: cannibalism ofc, blood is mentioned, hints of forced cannibalism, hints of stalking, its bob :), !suggestive¡ NOT PROOF READ] It’s short
P.s. you and bob are dating now
You and bob had arrived home. The sudden change of temperature, when entering the house caught you off guard. The both of you were drenched in snow, the cold water bleeding through your thin coat.
You excused yourself, informing bob you’d be in the bathroom, changing out of your soaked clothes.
“Yes please! I don’t want cha gettin’ sick again, lamb chops.”
He says, smiling softly as he removed his drowned jacket off his shoulders. You made you way to the bedroom, opening the door with a soft creak following along as you opened it. You bent down to shuffle through the drawers, filled with different colors of cloth. You picked a outfit to wear to bed, then headed towards the bathing room, throwing the clump of clothes onto the toilet cover.
Most of your shirts were missing so you didn’t hesitate to grab one of bobs shirts to wear to bed. Plus, you quite enjoyed wearing over-sized shirts. You heard bob entering the room, just from outside the restroom. You also heard the loud, roar-like yawn he let out. Poor thing must be tired.
You stumbled your way towards the sink to brush your teeth, but your brush wasn’t there. Again. How could you lose another toothbrush? You always put it in the same place. Maybe there are rats.
‘Ew’ you thought to yourself. You gave a huff of annoyance, you were very worn out from today. You just needed sleep. You nearly tumbled on the large shirt that was basically dragging amongst the ground.
Bob was sitting up in bed, with remote in hand. He was facing your direction. And the look on his face was a sight to see. His face was lathered in a red-hot tint, while his eyes were bathed in awe as he looked you up and down.
“I can barley find any of my shirts, and I don’t feel like doing laundry. . I Hope you don’t mi. .“ you were cut off by bob, nearly falling from the mattress.
“No, no, no! I don’t mind at all, lamb! I want cha to be comfortable, what kind of host would I be if I said otherwise??”
He says slightly quirking up a brow. You gave a kinder smile, taking light steps towards the large bed, while bob assisted you up. You got comfortable, lying your head onto his chest.
“Bob I think you have rats.”
You scrunched up your nose.
“Huh? Rats? What gives ya that idea?” He questioned your sudden assumption.
“They stole my toothbrush. Again!” You huffed, furrowing your brows.
Bob chuckled softly, fiddling with your hair.
“Don’t cha worry ,dove. I’ll get ya a brand new one by tomorrow.” His voice soft as velvet.
You shifted yourself, removing your head off of his chest and turning you body away from his. He gave a slight frown in the process. You lied your head down in the space between your crossed arms.
“I’m gonna hit the hay. Good night bob.” You yawned, shifting yourself a bit before finally finding a comfortable position.
“Good night.” His tone was low but tender. He lays next to you, his hands finding place on your waist.
Bob sits up, wide awake. His glasses placed on the bridge of his nose. He scrolled through YOUR phone, as if he was reading a everyday book. Softly smiling at photos of you, and how happy you looked. He would kill just to have a happy photo of you and him together. He would kill to just have you all to himself. He found his way into your contacts. His soft smile turned into the grimace.
The stupid tramp that expressed his feelings for you had been texting you all night, non-stop.
‘Hey y/n I’ve been thinking about you’
‘I heard this new cafe opened up! Wanna get a drink there some time?’
‘Doesn’t he know my darling is sleeping?’ He growled. Bob knows that idiotic boy doesn’t deserve such a beautiful, gentle creature. He thought of nothing else, but how to get rid of this twat. The annoying voice rang through bobs ears. His impulsive thoughts interrupted by your shuffling. A kinder smile is brought back to his face, his arms finding place around your hips, giving you a gentle hug. It soothed you. He gave a light kiss on your forehead. only soft, kind words left his lips. Easing you.
“I’ll get rid of the ‘rat’ sooner ‘er later. Then it’ll just be me and you again.” He purred, giving your hair velvety strokes.
Then a idea rang. He grabbed your phone. A spine chilling snarl took over his face. His eyes full of mania.
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“I thought you were asleep!”
“Yeah, I wanted to ask something of you.”
“Do you know a place called grills n’ boys?”
You were rushing to get ready. being picky about what to where, and stressing over what time it was. You stuffed everything you needed into a unorganized bag.
You rushed into the dining room, fumbling to put on your shoes.
Bob took notice of your running back and forth. A tad bit confused on what you were doing, and where were you going. When he heard you tumble on yourself, he swiftly turned towards your direction, a spatula in his hand, and his arm resting on his hip.
“Are ya alright, lambs?” His tone was loud, and it was clear that he was worried.
“I’m f-fine!” You sighed in exhaustion.
“Lambs, aren’t cha gon eat breakfast?” Bob questions, tilting his head slightly to one side.
“I can’t! Getting ready!” You replied in a huff.
“What exactly for?” He shot you with another question. You continued the fumble with your shoes, ignoring his quizzing.
“For?” He repeated, his tone a bit more serious this time.
“To go to a small cafe.” You exhaled in relief, your shoes finally slipped on.
“Please don’t say it’s with ‘Dave’”he cringed his nose.
“YeUp!” You replied in optimism.
“I’ll see you later!” Waving bye to bob, when you were stopped in your tracks. Bob tugged at your shirt, and had his hand wrapped around your arm.
“Don’t leave me by myself… please..” he whined, groveling at your feet.
“Bob I gotta go.” You attempted to kick him off, only for him to wrap both arms around your legs, falling onto your stomach.
“QUIT BEING A BABY, DAMMIT.” You squirmed, trying to free yourself.
“You can’t leave meee, lambs…” his pouting was akin to a child throwing a fit.
You finally managed to break free, rushing out the door and slamming it.
“Hmm welp, they said this is the place.” Dave looks up at the dim-lit sign that read ‘grills n boys’
‘It’s a bit questioning that they want to meet up here..’ he pondered around the ally that was near by, following the walls until he was behind the restaurant. He looked down at his phone, nearly about to die. ‘Aw I wish I remembered charged it. How clumsy of me.’ He suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He got excited. Though within each step they got louder and louder. Until a silhouette of a demon erupted out of the shadows.
“Y/n?. .” His tone was now in worry. His rosy smile was immersed with fear.
Was all that could be heard through out the thick brick walls of the shady alley. The person in red approached, hunger engulfed his blood-shot eyes.
“Y/n. . This isn’t funny.” He’d whimper, acting as if this was all some sort of prank. It wasn’t. This is where his blood will be stained.
One blink was all I took for the large man to charge at the pest.
It’s past 2:30 and you friend had not arrived. Maybe he had other plans? He should’ve informed you though. To be honest it kinda hurt. He was one of your bestest friends. You got picked and prepped just for him. .
You decided to head home. Slowly opening the door, and immediately greeted by bob engulfing you with his large arms.
“Lambs chops! Yer back!” He said in enlightenment causing the small cloud over your head to turn into a ray of sunshine. You loved the big goof. You returned the hug and made your way towards the couch. You deserved some tv time. It was only two in the afternoon so news won’t be on until later. Meanwhile bob had already cooked you a meal. How thoughtful. He handed you your plate, while you mindlessly took a bite, you were really focused on the television.
“Hope you enjoy yer meal, lamb chops.”
“Mhm.” You said absent-minded, the juice of the meat falling everywhere on you and the couch.
“Doll your makin’ a mess!” He exclaimed, going to the table to fetch some napkins.
He wiped your hands down, and stuffed a napkin in your shirt.
When the mess upon your face grabbed his attention.he wanted to clean it up, but instead of using a napkin… He lightly grabbed your chin, guiding you to face him.
“Bob. I’m watching something right now.” You pouted, side-eyeing the tv.
Your pouting was put to a stop, once you felt bobs tongue graze upon your face. you squealed out of surprise.
“WHAT WAS THAT!?” He backed up to one end of the couch. You face bathed in red and embarrassment.
“I’m cleanin’ up yer mess.” He smiled softly. His hand caressing you cheek, ever so gently.
“U-USE NAPKINS, YA WERIDO.” You shout in abash. You were completely appalled by his actions. But he continued to ‘clean’ you nonetheless your weak pro-testing. You couldn’t deny it, you liked this side of him. Once finished, he gave a toothy smile of pure innocence. In which you didn’t buy.
“Maybe if ya paid any attention. .”
“I hate you.” You seethed.
“Don’t be hurtful, lambs! Be grateful that I was gracious enough to clean ya up!” He tittered.
You avoided eye contact, hiding your face filled with pure-embarrassment.
You didn’t bother looking up, but instead responded with a ‘hm?’ While munching on you sandwich
“I solved the ‘rat’ problem.”
“Cool.” You continued to eat, while he gave a flabbergasted look.
“What you want a cookie or something?” You giggled.
“I would like a ‘reward’.” He cooed, a sly grin emerged upon his face.
“No.<3” you responded, picking yourself off the couch, while he trailed behind. ‘Please’ and ‘why not’’s followed along.
Bob made his way into the abandoned home, dead and scratched up pictures of him hanging on the rotting walls. He look down at the slumped body of your friend. He brought a sickening smile to his face. He had nothing to worry about. Now that the pest was gone.
He has his precious lamb to himself.
Also thank you for reading!
