[ Violence District ref😝 ]

You were being followed. You didn’t have enemies since you went in Spookyville, in fact you made friends, kids liked you and even had a few friendly conversations with the local policemen. Ever since, however you started to feel weird ever since you went to the meat place, restaurant, butchery, whatever it was — ‘Boys n’ Grills’ The person behind the — everything, cooking, register, serving looked friendly but you just felt he was off in some way. He introduced himself as ‘ Bob Velseb ‘. You couldn’t help but want to ask why he was the only one working the restaurant, his smile faded at that. You felt that Bob’s gaze could EAT you, almost.

Later on the evening, You had a strange encounter with a man afterwards, the man wore a raggedy red sweater, black pants and a devil mask. However, at trying to confront the man because of his staring, he would take out a knife and swing at you. Of course getting stabbed at night wasn’t on your wish list so you began to run for your dear life. You hid behind trees as the man was grinning ‘horn-to-horn’ , taking his knife sharpener from the utility belt under his sweater and begin sharpening his knife humming some weird tune that felt out of place with his deep voice.

You tried making a run for it the moment he got closer only to look back and he wasn’t behind you. You then bumped into something big and soft and then you realised.. he was in front of you.

GULP.

You took a few steps back and the man tilted his hand, leaning down to your height from his own excessive height, pointing a sharp, gloved finger upwards.

Bob Velseb —- “ Didd’ya know.. burnt human meat smells like pork? “

The Devil said in a quiet yet deep southern accent, slowly standing up straight at a towering 7 foot height.

Bob Velseb —- “ I can’t have ya knowing my business. And I’m sure you could keep a secret, but two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. “

The man grinned more and thought, his grin turning into a smaller, softer one as he tapped his cheek before placing his hand on his side.

Bob Velseb —- “ But I’m no monster, no no.. So I’ll let’cha have a headSTART. “

His expression turned into a more “non-sane” smile , crossing his arms and looking at at you as if waiting for you to make a move. When understanding the assignment you didn’t take long to start running away as fast as you could. Bob took a moment to count all of his tools and let out an ‘ aw shucks. ‘ when he was missing one of his knives before he slowly started making his way to you. He wasn’t running because he knew he would catch up eventually. After some time of running you were starting to get exhausted from all this running, eventually stopping to take breaths. Letting your guard down, the man lunged and grabbed you in a chokehold .

Bob Velseb —- “ Tired? Might as well put’cha in a deep sleep. “

The Devil aimed to stab the knife into your chest but at that second you kicked him in the stomach, causing your shoulder to get injured and the man grunted in frustration and pain, letting go of you. You had time and started running once again, still having the knife into your shoulder. You painfully took it out, hurt but at least had a defence weapon. Bob clutched his stomach for a few seconds before straightening and fast-walking up behind you, his smile was entirely gone, replaced by mild annoyance. Once he got close to you again, you saw his eyes changed to a cyan colour. (Weird..) you held up the knife and he slapped it out of your hand without much effort.

Bob Velseb —- “ Brats. “

The man tried reaching for his other knife and then facepalmed.. because he did forget his other knife, and JUST accidentally got rid of his only weapon. He sighed heavily and yanked you, hoisting you over his shoulder, having an irritated scowl on his face.

Bob Velseb —- “ gggreatt. “

Now he had to bring you to his broken ass mansion because of his own stupidity.