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Yandere!Bob Velseb - My Favourite Employee. PT 6.

So um… This isn’t the last part. I got a BIT carried away writing this part (haha definitely didn’t rewrite this 2 DIFFERENT TIMES). I’m super glad all of you enjoy this series, so I hope this’ll keep you all fed until I figure out part 7. Which’ll be the final part. Enjoy.

Gender-Neutral Reader, but pet names such as sweet pea and darling are used.

TW/CW: Yandere content, emetophobia (vomiting), vivid descriptions of panic/anxiety attacks, harsh language, physical violence, etc…

• It was a cold, solemn January morning. You gnawed on a granola bar and sipped on cold coffee, candy club uniform disheveled as you plopped onto the couch. You can't remember the last time you slept in late, nonetheless pass out in your work uniform. It was a long night last night, since your boss had extended the opening hours. With bleary eyes, you opened your phone to check the calendar. Three years ago, Bob Velseb had been arrested for the murder of several townsfolk. This Halloween would be the fourth year.

• Those past three years had been... Eventful, to say the least. You remember that night as clear as day, haunting you for an ungodly amount of time. The interrogations that never seemed to end, the news reporters that hoarded you and your other coworkers after the restaurant was closed, your coworkers funeral... With a deep sigh, you pinched the bridge of your nose. You knew you shouldn't be overthinking the past, just gotta remember what your therapist said...

• On a good note, you had reconnected with some old friends from high school. You remember being in the same grade, and had even been in an after school club until the struggle of being adults caused a drift between you three. Especially when you got a job at the Boys and Grills, and Bob taking up all of your time. In a tearful reunion, you had spilled your sorrows to them, telling them everything that had happened over the months you've worked at the restaurant. They both heard you out, and had promised that they wouldn't drift away again.

• Hell, one of them got you a job with him at the local Candy Club! But even after you slowly got back on your feet months after the incident, nothing truly felt right. You felt lost. Haunted by guilt and paranoia, you started to attend weekly therapy sessions. You never truly felt safe in your own house for months, having to double check every lock and keep a knife in your bedside drawer in order to sleep at night. Even now, three years later, you still struggled to sleep through the night. It was bearable now, but you much preferred to hangout with Kevin and Streber at their apartment or at work.

• Kevin and Streber were with you every step of the way, and were always happy to lend you a helping hand. At first, you were terrified to even speak to them for long, in fear that Bob would somehow find out and get to them. But as months passed by, accompanied with the aid of therapy, you slowly broke out of your shell. You finally felt safe again, safe enough to talk to people and enjoy life after so long. You felt a smile peeking through the corners of your lips, taking a sip of your coffee. You didn't know what you would do without those two.

• Grabbing the TV remote, you decided to catch the morning news before getting ready for work. You took a large sip as you watched the intro for the news station, the booming intro blaring through the speakers of your TV. Watching with intrigue as the reporter clears their throat, a grim look in their eyes.

• "Local police report that a serial killer named Bob Velseb had broken out of jail last night, along with two other criminals. He had been arrested three years ago for the murders of several community members..." Spitting out your coffee, you nearly dropped both your mug and the TV remote. What? You blasted the TV, slowly shaking your head in denial. No, no, no. You watched as Bob's mugshot had appeared on screen, his signature grin stretched wide across his face.

• No. This had to be some sick fucking joke, no way. He was in prison for years, why would he get out now? Who knows what he might do?! What if he came for you first—! You couldn't control the trembling in your hands, nor could you avoid the panic bubbling throughout your body. You shut off the TV, before stumbling back onto the couch and curling into a ball. With shaking hands, you struggled to dial Kevin's number through teary eyes.

• You clutched at the front of your shirt, the beginning of a horrible panic attack brewing in your chest. "Please pick up, please—" On the verge of throwing up, you thanked whatever was up there when Kevin had picked up. "Hello? Dude, where are you? I was just about to open the doors—" "K—Kevin— The n—news, last night—!" You could barely speak, sobbing into the speaker and heaving for air. "Woah, calm down... Remember to breathe, okay?" You heard the jingling of keys in the background, along with the crunch of snow underneath his feet.

• "O—Okay..." You closed your eyes and took deep breaths, with Kevin helping you regain your composure over the phone. "Are you alright? What happened?" He asked, concern in his voice. You took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes. "Yeah... On the news this morning, there was a report saying that Bob had got out of jail this morning..." "WHAT?!" Kevin shouted, frantic as you heard him drop his phone. "Shit, sorry— But are you serious?! I'll send Streber over right away!" "Wha—?"

• And... He hung up. You loved Kevin and Streber but they were complete worry warts and you appreciated them for that. You waited in the kitchen, nursing another cup of cold coffee. You should make a new pot— Then a sudden knock came at the door, making you scream at the top of your lungs. You quickly opened the door to see Streber, out of breath and holding a huge suitcase. He obviously just woke up, having thrown over his winter jacket over his pyjamas, which was bat-themed pyjama pants and a band tee he 'borrowed' from you years ago.

• "Hoo, holy fuck... I'm here now, are you okay?!" Streber asked, grabbing you by your shoulders and shaking you. "You gotta get out of here!" He said, still gasping for air. "What???" You were dizzy from how hard he was shaking you, swaying around as he grabbed your hand and dragged you to your room. "It's okay, me and Kevin were thinking about this for awhile now," Streber said, sitting you on the bed and digging through your drawers. "About how you can stay with us, and that way we can keep an eye on you!" He threw armfuls of your clothes into his suitcase, struggling to close it.

• ... Huh? "And now that the weird guy that was stalking you broke out of jail, we think it's the perfect time for you to move in!" Streber finished his ramble, a big smile on his face. He shoved the handle into your hands, a look of anticipation in his eyes. "Well, at least until they catch him... Which'll probably take a few days... Maybe I shouldn't have packed so much— But anyways! What do you say?" He clasped his hands together, a toothy grin on his face. "It'll be just like our high school sleepovers!"

• You barely had the chance to process anything he said, finally having a moment to take it all it. Well, they did mean well and you know damn well it was a bad idea to stay in your house while Bob was on the loose... You gave Streber a nervous smile, giving him a shaky thumbs up. "Yeah, sure. It'll probably only be for a few days anyways!"

• And Streber wasn't kidding, it really was like your high school days! You all played video games well into the morning (which you and Kevin regretted at work), watched a lot of horror movies, played board games, and spent a lot of time just talking and chatting into the night. You had to go to work still, but Kevin was happy to walk with you. Having them around really distracted you from everything going on with Bob.

• But as days went by, there was no news of his recapture. After a week you were getting restless, constantly on edge and watching the news 24/7. Kevin and Streber literally had to force you to go to bed. Eventually weeks went by, and after a month you all were concerned about your safety. You rarely went out of the house whenever you could avoid doing so, only going to work and therapy. When the first disappearance happened, you felt like throwing up when you found out who it was. It was an old coworker of yours.

• He was found in the next week afterwards in his own house, dismembered with some body parts missing. He even lived on the same street as you did, which only meant that Bob had at least attempted to look for you. One month slowly grew into two, and so on and so on. So did the number of bodies. Most were people you knew, but were never close to. You feared for your friends safety, afraid that Bob would find them and kill them just like he did to your coworker... No, they were okay. Bob hadn't found you. Yet.

• You practically lived with Kevin and Streber now, unwilling to be alone in your house. The next few months were hell for you, paranoia and anxiety chipping away at your wellbeing. Kevin and Streber were by your side whenever you needed, more than willing to help you through your situation.

• It was the ninth month of you living with your friends, stuck on the couch with paranoia-induced nightmares. You were still wide awake by seven in the morning, unable to sleep for more than an hour without being rudely awoken by another nightmare. Today was Halloween, which only meant that the Candy Club would be ten times more busy today. You got up, creeping towards the washroom to get ready for work. You peeked into Kevin and Streber's shared room, with the former spread out over Kevin and snoring loudly.

• You smiled at the two, happy that they had gotten together after graduation. It was bound to happen. You turned to face the washroom, when you saw a devil-horned silhouette standing in the doorway. The toothy grin that haunted you for years stretched impossibly wide once his eyes landed on yours, a wicked scream tearing from your throat. You fell on your ass, scrambling backwards until you hit the wall behind you. You rubbed your eyes and looked around wildly, realizing that it was just a hallucination.

• Kevin and Streber had come stumbling out of their room, both of them fighting to squeeze through the doorway in order to get to you. "A—Are you okay?!" Kevin yelled, kneeling beside you and placing a hand on your shoulder. Streber had peeked into the washroom, quirking an eyebrow. "There's no one in here. Did you see something?" He asked, both him and Kevin staring at you with concern. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, avoiding their gazes. "Yeah, I guess I did... I didn't get any sleep last night, that's probably why. Sorry, guys..."

• Kevin and Streber frowned, each of them sitting on opposite sides of you and giving you a sideways hug. "It's alright dude, we get it." Kevin said, giving you a small grin. Streber nodded, smiling at you brightly. "If you'd like, you could probably stay home tonight. Me and Rick can handle it. " Kevin said, watching as you shook your head. "No, it's okay. I think it's best if I go to work. Thanks though." You tried to reassure them both, a weary smile on your face.

• And you weren't kidding when you said it was going to be ten times busier than usual today. When you and Kevin got there to open the store, there were already people lining up to buy candy for tonight. It was going to be a long day... You struggled to stay focused, running on an hour of sleep. You ate a lot of candy in order to stay awake, causing your stomach to ache with both worry and an overload of sugar.

• "Ugh..." You groaned in pain, slamming your face into the counter while Kevin rung up someone's purchase. Your coworker Rick stared at you with what seemed like concern, leaning onto his hand while staring at you. Luckily, kids were starting to go out trick or treating which meant that the store wouldn't be busy for a good while. All you three had to worry about was keeping the store well stocked and handing out free candy cans.

• But without any more customers to distract you from the situation at hand, you were lost in your thoughts. Bob was still on the run and he could be anywhere, and there was ten confirmed deaths— and parents were STILL letting their kids go trick or treating?! Rick seemed to notice your inner turmoil, poking you on the shoulder.

• "What." He asked, his voice as monotone as ever. "Hmm?" You replied blankly, still lost in your thoughts. "What's wrong." Rick said, watching as you glanced at him with a frown. "Oh, nothing. Just worried I guess." You answered, looking at Rick with a reassuring smile. Rick's droopy eyes widened as he avoided your gaze, cheeks turning a slight shade of red. "Hmm."

• Kevin had come back from the back with armfuls of candy, a tired look in his eyes. "Ugh." He uttered, glancing at the muddy floors. You got up from your seat to help him restock, sparking up a conversation with him. You all had collectively sighed when you both finished up your task, thankful for the moment of peace. Rick watched you with interest as you walked past him with a box of candy, getting up to help when you couldn't reach the top shelves. You grinned at him, watching as his shoulders tensed. What a nice guy.

• You were stationed at the till listening into a conversation between Kevin and Rick, leaning onto your hand. Interrupted mid-yawn by the door ringing, you watched as two kids in a pumpkin and skeleton costume came barreling in. You grinned cheekily and got out of your chair, stretching out your back. "Hey, Kevin, your kids are here." You gestured towards the two with a sly grin, watching as his face dropped.

• Kevin gave you a dirty look as you pardoned yourself to the washroom, stifling your laughter. As you got to the staff washroom, you adjusted your uniform. When you were fixing your hat and bow tie in the mirror, you let a yelp of shock tear from your throat when the lights had gone out suddenly. What the hell?

• You flailed around, patting the walls and sink in order to find the door. You heard a loud thud on the sales floor, and then a flurry of footsteps running out of the back door. Unlocking the washroom door, you peeked out of the doorway. It was obviously dark, with only the candy machines illuminating the store. You walked out nervously, grabbing a nearby broom and holding it close. Maybe it was some kids playing a trick... "Hello? Kevin? Rick?" You called as you walked into the sales floor, glancing around nervously.

• No one was there except for a costumed man bent over a mess of gum balls on the floor, eating them by the handful... Disgusting. You cringed and tried to walk over, unaware of the blade sitting next to him. You slipped on a stray gum ball and fell on your ass, a loud grunt of pain coming from you. Man, fucking kids... You knew you should've swept earlier. The man turned to face you, eyes wide with shock as your eyes met. His wide grin faltered as he stood to his full height, towering above you with shaky hands.

• "S—Sweet pea..?" Oh. Oh FUCK. You knew you should've recognized that eerie grin right away, pure terror evident on your face. "I—I finally found ya! O—Oh, it's really you, darlin'!" Bob uttered, like you would shatter at the sound of his voice. He slowly reached towards you with a trembling hand, smile soft and full of wonderment. Where was everyone— How did Bob find you?!

• You couldn't move, nor could you even think straight. You were petrified, glued in place as Bob came closer and close with booming steps. Oh god, no. You knew you shouldn't have come to work tonight. This was you died, wasn't it? You finally snapped back to reality when his fingers grazed your cheek, Bob kneeling in front of you gingerly.

• Do something, do something—! You pat around the floor, fingers landing on the handle of the broom. You shut your eyes tightly as you took the handle in both hands and swinging with all of your might, hitting Bob straight in the face. He screamed in pain, watching as you scrambled away from him, chest heaving with panic. You felt your feet roll over even more gum balls, making it impossible to get up.

• You watched as Bob's shoulders tensed, his smile fading into a grimace. Someone had taken you by the shoulders and pulled you to your feet, dragging you away by your arm. You glanced back at Bob, who's face contorted with anger as he stood up obviously dazed. "GET YOUR HANDS OFFA THEM YA—!" And then he was interrupted by the back door slamming in his face. Your saviour was Rick, who was panting for air as he barricaded the door with a wooden plank. Kevin was currently throwing a box of candy into the arms of the costumed kids, sweat beading down his forehead.

• "Here!" You and Rick watched as the kids thanked him with gigantic smiles on their faces, walking off with an entire box of candy. You and Rick glanced at each other and then walked over to Kevin, who was angrily grumbling to himself. Kevin sighed in relief when he saw you with Rick, running over to you both. "Oh thank god you're okay, I would've came to help but—" He angrily jabbed a thumb in the direction of the kids, furrowing his brows. "I had to deal with THOSE two."

• "Do you deal with this everyday." Rick had asked, deciding to ignore what had just happened. You stood close to Kevin, giving Rick a nervous smile and a little wave. Rick's lips twitched slightly before he gave you a thumbs up. The realization of what just happened hit you suddenly, so as you stumbled away from Kevin with nausea brewing in your stomach, anxiety evident in your voice. "I—I think I'm gonna be sick..." You said quietly, grabbing your stomach. You ran towards the dumpster and threw up, with Rick following close behind and holding your hair out of your face. Kevin grimaced and kneeled next to you, patting your back.

• He was about to pull out his phone to dial the police but someone in a devil costume similar to his had approached you three, scaring the hell out of you and Kevin. Rick could care less. Kevin had also panicked and threw a handful of candy at them, watching as they recoiled in pain. "What the hell dude!" They yelled at Kevin, who stared at them in shock. Rick had stood in front of you and pushed you behind him protectively, shielding your cowering form from the stranger.

• Kevin and the devil guy argued back and forth for a moment until the former threw their arms up, pointing towards the store. "I just wanted to say that kids are stealing candy!" You and Kevin shared a look that said 'oh shit' and both collectively cussed and ran back inside. While you may be on the verge of a panic attack, you still needed a paycheque.

• The night was relatively peaceful after that, but you were pacing back and forth trying to keep yourself occupied with cleaning up and restocking everything. You kept mumbling to yourself, jumping whenever someone walked in. It got to a point where Rick had gotten up and dragged you towards the counter, said "Sit.", pushed you into a chair, and then sat back down like nothing happened.

• Kevin was calling Streber like crazy, but he wouldn't answer any of his phone calls or texts. The both of you were on edge until closing. Kevin was fidgeting as Rick locked the front doors, all three of you overtired and exhausted. It was closing time, finally. God, you needed to call the police— or get home, you didn't care anymore. You just wanted to be out of the public eye, sick to your stomach. Too bad you had to stay behind and clean up.

• Kevin took you by the shoulders and pulled you aside. "Listen, I've gotta go find Streber. He isn't answering any of my calls and I'm scared if he's—" You took a deep breath and placed a hand on his own, a nervous smile on your face. "I—It's fine, I can get home by myself." Kevin frowned and shook you by your shoulders. "Your stalker is on the loose! You should call the police or something, or you can wait here for me." He offered, obviously desperate to go and look for his boyfriend.

"... Okay. I'll just stay here and clean up with Rick." You said, glancing at Rick. He looked at you with wide eyes before coughing into his hand and flushing pink. Everything was going to be okay, right?

(I’m a simp for Rick also R.I.P Streber LOL)

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