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“Come on!! Let’s get more candy! Come on!” Your nephew grabbed at your sleeve, trying with all of the might in his little body to yank you up off your ass. It’s not that the sidewalk you were sitting on was comfortable, it just happened to save your feet from any more torture.

“Skid, c’mon bud. Give me a few more minutes, alright?”

But nothing you said could quell the candy-fueled ADHD monster that was your nephew. His friend, equally as energetic and with an arguably shorter attention span was busy picking up stray pieces of candy from the ground.

“Alright, Lila said you guys were alright on your own. Just try to stay relatively close.”

“YAY!!” With that, they ran, gone like dust in the wind. Completely out of your sight. You weren’t all too worried, Lila had gone on and on about how this was such a good neighborhood; something about everyone knowing the two children. You believed her, even if she was overly trusting and a little ditsy at times- a great testament of that coming in the form of her ex-husband, some freak with a mullet. You on the other hand had been washed up a little dry lately. Dating your coworkers was a bad play and your friends? The risk of ruining a friendship with relationship drama was not something you wanted to go through. And online dating… ugh. Gone were the days of suitors arriving at their lover’s doorsteps and romantic walks in the park before getting weird in a Ford Thunderbird. Oh, how the relentless flow of time drowns you.
You let out a tired groan, looking up to the light-polluted sky to have a moment and see your reflection in the stars. No great revelation was there for you in the night sky, only the moon that shyly hid behind curtains of wispy clouds.

You recoiled at your thoughts, becoming more aware of the growing need to get some bitches on your dick so you would stop getting all philosophical. God forbid you started uploading sad poems on Pinterest. That would be the end.

You felt your eyes glaze over as you began to swim in your thoughts, idly watching the families running around with big smiles as they got candy from total strangers. It was kind of sweet. Maybe Lila was feeling lonely- you said you’d go out with her son while she handed out candy, which she was grateful for, but you had a feeling that her seeing couples dancing around with their kids might get to her. It was time to be a good sibling and stick by her side.
You shifted to stand up when the air around you began to thin and grow cold as if raising in altitude. The hairs behind your throat stood, something scratched at the back of your mind, something primal- something that made you want to run instead of tiredly hobble back to your sister’s place. You whipped your head around, neck cracking with the sudden movement as you heard someone approach you.
He came from a walkway between a few shops, hardly visible in the shadows. The steady light from street lamps pouring in showed a large body wearing a bulky red sweater with matching clawed gloves, and a realistic looking knife clutched in his right hand.

You stared at the figure warily as a rabbit would stare down an unmoving dog. Both unblinking statues in a silent war to see who would move first, thus triggering a chase.

The figure made the first move with a single step forward, walking closer and closer. He was one of the tallest men you’d seen. He stood out, but the mask he was wearing obscured any recognizable features. He took another step forward, a gleaming, psychotic smile reflecting what little light there was.

“Did you know,” The voice was deeper than you’d expected, spoken clearly and deliberately with a southern twang, “When starving, many people have eaten their own limbs out of desperation?”

Weird.

But you knew that voice. You stared at him more, trying to wrack your brain as to where the hell you knew him from when he took another step closer- you could swear he was drooling- when it suddenly hit.

“Bob?” You asked, dumbfounded. He stopped in his tracks, equally as stunned.
“Oh my god, Bob! How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!” You stood up, suddenly smiling as you connected the dots. You worked at Boys and Grills for about a year before you moved away a LONG time ago. You and Bob had gotten along great, you actually treated him like a person. He was quiet back then. Bob seemed to only ever speak up when he was saying some kind of weird fun fact about meat or murder or whatever made everyone in his immediate vicinity uncomfortable. You’ve always liked him. He cooked you free burgers almost every day… his were always better than anyone else’s. But maybe that was purely psychological. It’s funny how some things never change.

He seemed to relax, putting the knife (it was probably fake. It was Halloween, after all) into a tool belt he hid under his sweater. He grinned, a different smile this time as he said your name in greeting.
“Can’t say I expected to see you again,” Bob held his hand up for you to shake, which you promptly ignored in favor of giving him a hug that he didn’t reciprocate. You quickly dislodged, expecting him to look mad, surprised, or have any kind of emotion besides that big smile that was always on his face. No dice, he still looked as manic as ever.

“I’m just visiting, actually. Lila wanted a bit of help with Skid, so I’ll be over for a few days.”

That seemed to tickle his interest. When you said the kid’s name, he broke eye contact, staring off in the direction where Skid and Pump had run off to, as if he’d already known where they were. Weird, but again, Bob was a subject of lunacy every once in a while, even if he was a sweet guy.

“What happened to Boys and Grills?” You asked, just trying to fill the gap in time from when you’d left. Bob looked back down at you, seemingly thinking for a second.

“You don’t read the newspapers, do you?”

Unrelated question, but you answered with a shrug and no, the news is depressing. It felt like you made the right decision saying that as his head tilted, pinprick eyes trained on yours.
“It shut down a bit ago. Some issues with…contaminated product.” He looked a bit excited at the mention of bad meat. “I’ve been out of town for a while, decided to come back and tie up some loose ends.” Whatever that meant!

“Sorry about that. It is good seeing you again.” You had to crane your neck to look at his face, and he stared down at you. He didn’t say anything for a long while, the sound of a car passing by made you jump as it seemed to pick at the rope of tension between you two.
“Cool. I was just about to head back to Lila’s. I’ll see you around?” Your voice came out strained and didn’t reflect the smile on your face the slightest bit.

“You ain’t walking alone out here. There’s some rather unsavory folk out at this time of night.” He tapped just below his mouth as he spoke, his eyes flicking up to the moon that hid a little bit more behind the clouds.

“There are?” You felt your skin grow cold. Fuck. You knew Lila made another bad call, you had to find Skid and his friend right now-

Your thoughts were cut off by an out-of-place laugh from Bob. He slouched down to something near eye level, and for the first time, his smile reached his eyes.

“I’m joking. I’ll still walk you home,” Bob jeered, clearly very amused by himself as he stood back to his full height.

“Not funny!” You punched his arm, not hard enough to hurt anyone, especially a man like him. Your fist bounced off of him. The laughter fell out of him in rolling waves, a sound that you hadn’t realized you missed. It felt warm, making you smile before he playfully shoved you. He didn’t mean for it to be too hard as he almost sent you careening to the pavement. Damn guy didn’t know his own strength.
You lead the way, and Bob loomed behind, covering your shadow with his own. There wasn’t too much of a walk home, and the prospect of that was a little saddening.

Genius struck. God, you’re so smart.
“Hey, you know I was thinking of grabbing something to eat on the way back. You wanna join me?” You lied. You weren’t even hungry. Look at you go, shocker, you were single with how suave you were.

“I sure was startin’ to work up an appetite. What’s on your little mind?” You had gotten so used to strange comments like that over the entire year you’d worked with him that comments like that rolled off of you like water.

“Burgers sound good. They won’t be as good as the ones you used to make. My treat, alright?”

“You’re awful sweet. I’ll be sure to treat you with something afterward.”

That made your heart jump for a second. This comment you reluctantly brushed off. Truth was, you’d had a decently sized crush on the man for a long time, the only thing that helped you get over it was the physical distance between you two. But here he was. You felt those old emotions sputter up and crawl out of the bottle you’d sealed and buried, and they jumped at the chance to make your legs weak and thoughts dirty.
“No, really it’s fine!” You waved him off. He didn’t mean that in the way you took it. Absolutely no way.

“My treat,” he mimed you from before. “… if you want it.”

“We’ll see.” That was the best you could come up with. Whatever he had planned, you had no idea. Before you could ponder any more, you’d found yourself at the entrance of some shit fast food joint. Bob reached ahead of you, silently pulling the door open for you. What a gentleman. You stammered out a quick thanks as the gesture had caught you off guard, and the look on his face when you caught his gaze was certainly something. He had the wild, triumphant, and exhilarated look of a cat playing with a half-dead mouse. Your heart raced, almost making you stumble as you tried to cram your way into a booth. He took a much smoother seat across from you, sliding in like a knife into a holster as he crossed his arms and simply stared. You shriveled under his gaze, beginning to smolder as a flame threatened to burst if any more heat was added.
He knew. Bob’s gaze sparked and threatened to burn as he ate up your expression.

“Hey there, guys! I’m Claire, and I’ll be your server today. What can I get you two to drink?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden conversation, then laughed and apologized. Claire joined in, waving your overreaction off with her hand.

“Don’t you worry, now. Halloween’s always made me real jumpy too. Lots of scary costumes, like your friend’s right there.” She gestured to Bob, the only difference in his posture was the way his eyes left yours and focused in on hers.
She seemed a bit off put by him. You grinned, assuring her “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite-“ Bob looked back at you. You suddenly felt as if you had accidentally lied to this sweet woman. “And I’ll take a Coke. Thanks.”

“Alright, for the one that doesn’t bite?”

“Sweet tea, please.”

You’d forgotten you were in the South. Ice tea was a thing of the past, as sweet was the default.

You were back alone. As alone as you could get with this guy breathing down your neck.

“You know… I’m sorry for never getting back in touch with you. I guess I was just trying to run away from things.”

Bob tilted his head, expression unreadable for a split second.

“Glad you didn’t, really. Had my own things to sort out while you were away. No use crying over the past now.” Shockingly good advice from a grown man walking around alone on Halloween in a costume. “What were you running from?” Now that caught you off guard.

“My feelings, I guess. I grew up here, a lot’s happened and I just wanted to completely fresh start. The only person I really stayed in contact with was my sister Lila.”

Bob nodded slightly, a motion so subtle it wouldn’t shake a candle’s delicate flame.

“I was runnin’, too. I suppose you heard about the murders around here, then?” Bob leaned in a little as if sharing some secret that was to stay between the two of you.

“Yeah. I did. It was horrible.” You could vividly remember the panic that Lila had called you in. She’s pulled Skid out of school for a week afterward in a panic. Such is the life of a worrying mother. “Oh, God- nobody you knew was-?” You cut yourself off, dancing around the word ‘killed’ as if it was some bomb.

“No. Nobody I was close to. But it got me thinkin-“ He was interrupted by your drinks arriving, then the prompt to order. You got your standard, then waited for Bob to order. Unsurprisingly, he ordered a burger fit for a bear about to hibernate with more layers of meat and grease than you could even imagine eating. Man loves his food, no shade to him. You pretended to be hungry, forcing down the most mediocre burger you’ve ever had. Bob hadn’t even brought the food to his lips, instead taking the liberty of watching you eat. You hadn’t noticed at first with your performance of choking down what you could, but you paused when you finally did see.

“…What?”

“You’ve always looked cute when you eat.”

It was now your turn to stare at him in dead, unblinking silence. A few things fell out of your burger as you were motionless.

“If I’m bein’ too forward you let me know, but I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

You would’ve dropped your whole burger right then. FUCK!! THE CLOSET WAS MADE OF GLASS THE WHOLE TIME!!!

“… I ain’t making you uncomfortable, am I? Got a habit of doing that.” Bob seemed to ease up, having an expression that was sort of not entirely dissimilar to guilt.

“No, no- I mean, a little. I’m just surprised. I used to have a giant crush on you. I just never thought you picked up on it.” You stammered, finally putting the half devastated piece of food down. He mirrored you almost exactly before leaning in again, his gloved hands braced against the table.

“You got a real funny way of hiding it, darling. Couldn’t figure out why you’d trip over your own feet when you’d see me. Truthfully, I was just seeing if my suspicion was right. It’s fun playin’ detective.” His words swam in your head like leeches as they latched onto your skull. You filled your head in your hands, hoping to suffocate so this conversation would be over.

“Do you still want me?”

You nearly blacked out. You looked up through your fingers, seeing Bob’s smile had relaxed, just a bit. You stammered something, hardly close to words as you tried to say… something. It was incredibly hard to think after being handed a lit fuse like that.
“I said,” The smile was gone. His face looked entirely different when he wasn’t sporting that comical grin. “Do you still want me, darling?”

Your legs trembled. Fuck, everything trembled. You couldn’t let him hang just because you’d lost your words. He was at the edge of his seat for a response.

“Yeah, I do.”

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“Yeah, I do.”

That mask did little favors in way of hiding Bob’s expressions. The red material seemed to crinkle and fold to follow his smile, the whites of his eyes shining through with unbridled hunger. Despite his ravenous gaze and the drool coming down his chin, he didn’t even touch his burger.
Coldness ran up your spine to contrast the heat on your cheeks.

“That makes me real happy, doll.” His pet names picked up. He leaned in closer, his expression didn’t budge for a second, your face would be screaming in pain if you tried to replicate his face for even thirty seconds. You were sure you could feel hot breath graze against your face as he came mere inches from yours, separated only by the table between you.
“Been thinkin’ about you for a loong time,” Bob’s voice was low as his hand smoothly moved to yours, the fake claws on his gloves tracing against your skin. They felt sturdy.

“I don’t have anywhere private to stay…” You whispered meekly. You wanted him. And whatever that amounted to, you could tell Bob doubled. If he wasn’t bent over at a right angle, you were sure you could see something rather indecent strained against his black pants.
He considered you a moment, your words, their implication as if thinking of some carefully written proverb in a little poetry book. He broke eye contact, his eyes trained to some corner of the room as he muddled something over.
Whatever was happening in that brain of his was a mystery to you. It always would be.

“I got somewhere we could get some alone time.” With that, he stood up; already satisfied in his own answer.

“What? Whe- ohhhh,” Your eyes had darted down and you got a pretty good visual of what he was packing. His Big Texas brought a screeching halt to your thoughts. A weird way to win a debate, it’s a wonder it wasn’t used in presidential debates. You scrambled for your wallet, throwing a bit too much cash on the table without counting it out. You couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment, the waitress would get herself a nice tip.
Bob wasn’t exactly a man of many words. You had to consider his body language more than any other person you’d met. He slipped out of the door and you followed, nearly tripping over yourself in the process.

The streets buzzed less with trick-or-treators, the only people that seemed to be around were the few young kids so doped on candy they sprinted along the sidewalk or some teens fucking around in costumes ranging from the low effort to overachiever. Bob didn’t look at a single one of them, and you giggled a bit as you realized he’d shoved his sweater down lower than it was supposed to go. It was dark, so who cared?
The street lamps became sparse, the people even more so.

“Wow,”

Boys and Grills had seen better days. It had been reopened, sure, but it was far from the prize pumpkin it used to be.
Bob’s eyes flicked toward you. They seemed to almost glow.

“Did you know,” You watched a bit of drool drip from his mouth onto his sweater as he spoke. Maybe you should have grabbed some extra napkins on your way out.
“Adrenaline from fear or stress right before death lowers the quality of meat?” Not exactly sexy dirty talk to hear alone at night. You opened your mouth to say something before Bob moved forward, grabbing onto your waist and flinging you over his broad shoulders without a hitch.

The ground looked so far away from that high up. He looped around to the back of the hybrid butchery and restaurant, easily finding an unlocked door and just throwing it open.

Bob ducked under the doorframe, prying you from his shoulder and tossing you onto one of the prep tables in the kitchen. You were both familiar with this place, so it didn’t strike you as immediately weird. And it had always been a bit hard imagining your coworkers in day-to-day life, and your mind was too preoccupied with the big man right between your legs to wonder why Bob hadn’t taken you home.

“Oohhh, you look pretty,” His hands found your hips quickly, large thumbs traced circles against your clothed flesh as he looked you over again. You had opened your mouth to say something when he leaned forward, scooping you into a soft kiss.
He took the noise of surprise you made as pleasure and grinned into the kiss, tightening his hold and pulling you against him. You could feel the vibrations that came from a deep growl within his chest, the sensation making you shiver. There was something so refreshing about the pure desire that he showed. He didn’t ask you to get a drink, or ‘watch Netflix’ or just ‘see where things go’. No, he just asked if you wanted to fuck. What a gentleman.

Bob parted from the kiss, his heavy breaths flashing against your neck as if he was breathing you in. You brought a hand forward, slipping his mask off and grabbing onto his hair and pulling him closer. You were rewarded with a chuckle and a playful growl as he obeyed eagerly, dragging his tongue against your neck before grazing your skin with his teeth.
“Gotta have ya, beautiful.” Bob’s hands fiddled with your fly wasting no time in clumsily yanking your pants down. You helped, lifting your ass from the counter and trying to kick the clothes from your legs, giggling at just how fast this was going.
You gave him a bit of help, too. You struggled with his fly because of your shaky hands. Bob watched you fiddle with his zipper with a grin, then grabbed your wrist as he took care of it for you.

“I’ll get my turn in just a second, darlin’. You just spread those legs for me and relax.” Bob grazed his calloused fingertips from your chest down to your hips, hooking his fingers beneath your underwear and pulling down.
You watched as Bob lowered himself to his knees, the drool running down his chin didn’t phase you anymore as he rubbed a thumb against your crotch.

___ pussy ___

You were sure Bob could feel just how wet you were through your underwear. He seemed to grow bored before he easily yanked the little cloth that kept you and him separated away from his face.
He let out a low, pleased hum at what you had to offer. Bob leaned forward, guiding your legs to rest on his shoulders as he began to kiss along your inner thigh, making his way closer to your pussy. You suddenly whimpered as he bit into your leg. You clutched his hair tighter, unintentionally yanking him forward which caused him to groan.
Bob liked getting manhandled, it seemed. You ran your hand through his dark hair, it was slightly curly and an almost black color. It felt better than you’d have hoped. You gave the man between your legs a smile and pulled him a bit closer, prompting him to actually get to work on your pussy.

He obliged eagerly, dragging his tongue against your clit hungrily as his eyes watched your every expression. You squirmed under his gaze, which he took delight in.
“Delicious.”
You averted your eyes, looking at the familiar kitchen in a completely new light. It was hard not to now that your long-term crush was eating you out like a man starved on a food prep table.
You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts as two fingers pressed against your lip. You made a confused noise as he kept insisting. You obeyed, begrudgingly, and let the two fingers slip into your mouth, grazing against your tongue. You gave him a gentle suck, almost solely for his amusement. He looked ravenous.

Bob left your mouth with a wet pop. His eyes snapped from your face to his fingers as he savored watching your saliva pearl up against his skin with fascination.
His motives with this soon became known as his hand trailed downwards, his fingers pressing against your pussy. He kept licking and gently sucking on your clit as he slowly pressed into you, gently easing forward until you could feel the edge of his knuckles.

“You’re so good at this,” You praised between heavy breaths, giving his hair a light tug that he seemed to revel in. He kept pumping his fingers into you, not stopping the attention on your clit. Bob’s eyes fluttered closed as he groaned against you, and you could tell by the way he shook and the rather wet noises coming just below view exactly what he was using his free hand for.
His pace stayed steady, only slowing when he added a third finger.

“Shit,” You swallowed the words the best you could, clasping Bob’s head between your thighs as an anchor against the overstimulation.
“Need to get ya ready, doll,” He only broke away from you for a second to reassure you, a string of saliva still connecting him to you. Such a sweetheart. You moaned and squirmed against the table as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing his eyes to widen as if delightfully surprised.

“You’re real cute when you move like that. Makes me all warm inside.” You watched Bob give himself a long, slow stroke as his eyes trailed up your quivering chest and flushed expression. He spread his fingers inside of you just to hear you moan before slowly standing up, bracing himself against your thigh as he towered over you.
“You want this?” Bob asked, curling his fingers inside of you sadistically. You nodded emphatically, attempting to beg for him to pound you into the table but all that was left was a string of quick, desperate begs.
That got him.
You wrapped your legs around his rather large waist, forcing your thighs open just that bit more as you clung to the cold table.
“Please, Bob- I can take it,”
That was it. You got him, hook line, and sinker. Not only could you see the quiver in his smile but you could feel the way he trembled against you. You were just about to whimper out another plea just to get him going- as much as he had the upper hand you could still find ways to make him squirm when his hand slammed right by your head, causing the table to shake.

“You’ll get what you want,” He grunted, forcefully grabbing onto your thigh as you felt his tip finally press against you. You could feel the precum smearing as he began to push forward, easily slipping in with a drawn groan. You held onto his wrist tightly, watching his hips press further and further until he was practically on top of you.

“You’re just so damn cute,” Bob’s thumb brushed against your cheek in a gentle, loving gesture. His hips suddenly snapped forward into you without warning, causing you to yelp.
“Ooh, I’m gonna enjoy takin’ you.”
You were in for a ride.

Both of his hands went to your hips, giving your skin a tentative rub before he slowly pulled out, humming in delight at the sensation of you before thrusting back in. The smile on his lips became less unhinged, it could be described as drowsy now that his energy was somewhere else. His hips snapped forward again causing you to bounce against the table. He liked that.
He did it again, causing you to whimper and hold onto him a bit tighter. His experimental thrusts were over and he’d found a quick, hard rhythm to properly fuck you to this time. A short, low grunt left his throat with every thrust as he fucked into you with lessening regard.

“Takin’ me so well, doll. I could just eat you up-!” He grabbed onto your thighs harder, forcing you against him with each movement he made.
He laughed. That bubbling, psychotic laughter that seemed to echo through the empty restaurant warped into a low, animalistic growl. He picked up the pace again, pressing his chest against yours as Bob sunk his teeth against the soft flesh of your neck. He devoured your moans eagerly, it seemed every action he took was to make you squirm and whine his name.
Ever the observer, though carnal in nature seemed to take pleasure in committing every detail of your body to memory. He adored your sounds, your face, the way he could see his cock slamming in and out of you with every thrust.

His voice faltered as he got closer. You could hear the strain as he tried to choke back moans, his rhythm becoming sloppy.
“Huff- hope you’re on the pill-“ He groaned, giving your neck a tentative kiss. Your eyes snapped open as you registered what he said, about to protest when his grip tightened, slamming into you and forcing himself as deep as he possibly could. You choked and held on for dear life as you felt him burst into you with a low, shaky growl. You came undone at the same time, digging your nails into his back as you tightened around him.

For a few long seconds, you both didn’t move as you tried to catch your breath. Bob was the first to shift, his hips bumping against yours, causing you to let out a pathetic, overstimulated whine.

“Look at you,” He cooed softly, bringing his hand back up to cup your cheek. Your hips were red from how hard he’d been grabbing you. There was no way your ass wouldn’t be bruised the next morning.
“This won’t be the last time we meet like this, darlin’. I happen to like you too much.”