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My cringy lil Bob thoughts

I've been spamming my friend with my Bob Velseb brain rot, and then I realized that's exactly what tumblr is here for, so..

i like the idea of them having known each other before Bob started killing and joined the cult. With them having crushes on each other beforehand but never really doing anything about it until he moved to start his business and the other left to do something not too sure how'd they meet again or something but the idea of them finding out Bob is in a cult that has "brainwashed" him (more like unleashed a side of him for their own gain) and him snapping out of his murderous rage/intent to realize he was about to kill someone he knows and cares about oorrr Before they realize he's a cannibal, when asking about it, they promise to stay by his side no matter what, and, angry and in disbelief, he tells them, resigning himself to killing them once they freak out they pause, at first, definitely not expecting him to just come out and say that he eats people, but after contemplating it, they take his hand and repeat themself, that they're not going anywhere, no matter what.

I imagine he tries to get "better", only killing when the cult demands it and trying to lessen his.. long pork diet.

Only for him to snap one day, unable to handle a normal, domestic life as his violent thoughts continue to sit in the back of his head. He's imagined killing them more times than he can count, had to restrain himself from quite literally biting their face off when they cuddle and touch foreheads. Their soft smiles and laughter helped with it more often than naught. he felt guilty, imagining and desiring to kill the one person who's loyal to him despite knowing (most) of the truth. They still don't know about the cult, but they have a feeling that there's something bigger going on..

It was a thrill. Exactly what he needed, chasing a helpless victim into a dark corner, grabbing and twisting it's arm until it's shoulder dislocated. He crushed their forearm with a single hand, relishing in the sickening crunch, along with the melodic, agonized screams that came from it's bloodied mouth. He wanted to take his time with the kill, but since it had been so long, he might've gotten a little excited and snapped it's neck when lifting and slamming it against the wall. A shame. At least butchering it takes time. It was late when he got home. Extremely so, the full moon was close to setting as he walks through the door, his footsteps making the hardwood floor creak under his heavy weight. You sat up from the couch, a worried expression on your face as you sat down the book he had recommended. "Bob, you're home! I got so worried, I thought.." You had rushed towards him, opening your arms to give him a hug, as always. He found it annoying at first, but when that look in your eyes dropped, switching to one of shock and fear. He hated that so much more. He hated the way your pinched brows raised in disbelief, the way your lips stretched into a line. It made his heart race, seeing you take a fearful step back, just like his last meal.

His muscles forced him to take a step forward, attempting to close the gap as he slowly closes the front door, instinctively locking it behind him. Eyes trained on your smaller form, breathing heavy, his bloodied hand twitching for his carving knife. You were scared. Of him. He could see it, hell, he could feel it in the air. Then you spoke, and he could hear it. "…Bob..?" Your eyes were stuck on his bloodied sweater, acutely aware of the bits of gore that stuck to his pants and clawed gloves. "..What.." There it is. The truth. He didn't know what hurt worse, the thought that you had genuinely put your trust in him only for him to shatter it, or the idea that you had never believed him, keeping your distance despite you both living in the same house for weeks now. He wondered if you'd tell him before you were dead.

"What happened to you?!" That.. threw him off-guard. Your tone was laced with the worry he saw on your face before, your vibrant green eyes darting up to his face as a shaky hand covered your mouth. "You look awful! Did… Did someone attack you?" ..You had to be stupid. There was no way you were this naive or innocent. He told you of his past, his cravings for human flesh, even how he dressed to disguise his identity whenever he went out to hunt. It was even a full moon, which he said is when he liked to go out the most. You walked up to him, unbothered by his prolonged silence, as usual. Taking his bloodied hand in yours, you check his large form for any scars or bruises. Peeling his gloves off, you frown, making his brow raise in curiosity. "..Your knuckles are bruised. Jesus, how hard did you hit the guy?"

Unable to hold back any longer, Bob bursts out into deep laughter, causing you to jolt in surprise. His gloved hand goes to his face, pressed against his forehead while he laughs at you in disbelief. You were insane, almost as much as he was to be worried about some bruises on his hand after he waltz inside your home like some horror flick. "Oh.. Oh darlin'," He chortles, wiping a tear from his eye. You frown, pouting your bottom lip while looking up at you in slight annoyance. "Yer such a sweet lil' thing.. Always takin' care of me, even when I don't deserve it.." You go to speak, but he cuts you off, pulling you close against him so he can noogie your head, ruffling up your curly locks, earning a frustrated shout. "Or when I don't need it. I just killed someone lambchop, I am the last guy here that needs yer medical attention." Pushing at his chest, you manage to turn around once he lessened his grip. Blood had gotten on you, quickly staining your gray shirt. There was even some on your cheek that he had smudged on there when you were fighting him, making the corners of his lips twitch up. "Not true! Hell, I think you need it more than anybody in town!" With a huff, you jab your finger into his stomach, looking directly into his eyes without so much as a lick of fear. As if he isn't a horrible person. "First of all, you clearly went through a withdraw not eating anybody for so long, it made you snap!" You gesture at his entire body to make a point. "Ow, my feelings." He smirks, walking towards the bathroom. "I'm serious! Then, on top of that, you have some mental stuff going on that really needs to be addressed," You follow him, listing your reasons with your fingers. "I'd rather we didn't." Cutting you off, Bob moves down the hallway, glancing at himself in the mirror hung up near your bedroom. You were right. He did look like shit.

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holy shit this is a total bop

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