A Mysterious Meating ? ?(bob velseb x reader)

(quick note this is a different play on how I ideally write bob, in this chapter and further on he will have bipolar tendencies such as mood swings, anger breakouts -not like in the abusive way but more or less just breaking items some times- and along with some things his eyes will determine whether or not he's in that state or not,

Normal eyes: black/dark brown
alternative personality: Teal/the blue color
thanks for reading hope this clears things up and helps add some drama and needed enjoyment to my story, also don't question why or how his eyes would change color- >:))

He had made food for you aswell, such a kind gesture, you awoke throat swollen as if bees had stung it, it throbbed and pulsed as you tried to let air Into your lungs, and yet you struggled to breathe you looked around, expecting to see your home or your room but it was none of those you were in a dingy, dusty smelling place, the only light was a candle burning at the foot of what you thought was a bed, it was indeed soft alot softer than the box spring Mattress that you normally had in your house, but that didn't get rid of the fear or anxiety as you looked around looking for anything remotely familiar you attempted to move your limbs, and to your suprise you were bond to nothing, or I guess nothing but your pride, you fell asleep on your couch last ontop of bob ONTOP!!, You blushed eminently at the thought of you fell asleep on the dude, poor guy, but really you had not felt ever safe like that, as you thought about it two teal eyes came into view of the candle light, you were terrified, you shuffled back as far as you could "well look who decided to face the world eh?" The voice was husk and... Southern, how common was a southern accent? It really sounded familiar but no way bobs eyes weren't teal "What do you want!! Stay back!!!" You said trying to hide your fear in your voice, the yelling tone seemed to make the voice angry "Don't you dare raise your voice at me, who do you think ye is!?" The voice screamed, flashbacks of your ex flooded your head, would the person hit you? "Darn tooting right ye better watch how you speak!" The voice said enraged, you weren't sure what to do as you heard heavy footsteps leaving and heading downstairs, did the person lock the door? You were to scared to check your were practically in a ball, even though you did cause it yourself, someone would find you right? Someone? Anyone?.. your thoughts blended as all you could think about was your throat and how hard you had to try to breath (can confirm getting a breathing tube, the days after you have to manually breath) that's all you thought about untill the screaming started, it was quite at first and then it sounded as if a choir of people were being skinned, and then nothing.. silence for hours, the thing that worried you the most was you never heard footsteps coming back up, after a few hours the candle burnt out and the room smelt more or less of wax and iron, your decided to move to the floor preparing to hide under the large bed if needed, you were full of fear

Bob pov:
Silly silly move, trying to provoke me, ugh.. why did they yell? I wasn't that rude was I? It will heal over whatever I have Meat to prepare

No one's pov: -teal eyed- bob walked down the stairs quite angered from Y/Ns little outburst, maybe it was the new space or the wearing off of the drugs, either way bob grabbed his cleaver sharpening as he walked, untill he walked into his favorite room in his house, aside from whatever room housed his lovely, a sign hung from the door frame "skinning room" it read, as you could probably assume it was were he skinned the people he caught, and yesterday's forest hiker catch was more than enough to sustain you both for quite some time, he glided his knife under and through the layer of skin, blood pouring as he went, the people's eyes opened and they screamed but you can truly on scream for as long as your lungs are seamless the moment someone puts a whole in them, it's like a noise off switch, athough bob loved the noises of fear and pain and suffering it was the choir to his melody, the filler to his stomach, hobbies were always something to invest in and he had two, caring for Y/N, and killing others, and if he could do both without y/n knowing the second it would be great, and he would accomplish that, soon bob felt better less angry and ready to figure out what went wrong, athough he would have confess to well taking y/n from a hospital, they wouldn't mind he saved them really, bob headed up the stairs -normal eyed- and walked into the bedroom "Darlin? Hello? I probably should have knocked-" his voice came from an unknown place in the darkness,

Y/n pov: "you shoulda told me the candle burnt out, I promise I'll get power tomorrow darlin'." Bob said, his voice comforted you greatly "I'm sorry.." you said from with under the bed "it's okay I should be the one sorry, now where are you? Dont tell me y'e playing hide and seek?" Bob said lightly chuckling
"I'm not I just got scared and hid." You said trying to sound alot less scared than you were actually, you slowly crawling out from under the bed, you glance up to see bobs bright smile, really that was all you could see, he probably used whitening strips or something, his smile was way to bright to be all natural, you attempted to stand up but ultimately once bob found were you were he picked you up, "hey I have legs you know! Meanie" you said using a squeaky voice, whilst trying to seem intimidating (yal ever do this? Just me?) "Oh I know, but it's dark and you have no clue where your going Hun," bob said laughing at your stupidity, he then placed you on again what you assumed was a bed "stay there I'll be right back, I hope your hungry" bob said whilst walking off, you wanted to give him a little karma for being rude so you chose to

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