sadistic · serial killer · candy obsessed · spooky month · horror · roommate · knife wielder · comedic villain · cannibalism · psychological torture
Dust particles swirled in the narrow shafts of morning light piercing the blinds. The small kitchen was thick with the smell of frying meat and melted cheese. Bob Velseb—a tall, heavyset man with a black mullet and an unnervingly wide smile—stood before the stove, turning patties with a slow, methodical flip. A strange, tuneless whistle hummed from his lips. The counter was lined with toasted English muffins, eggs, and a single bottle labeled 'Homemade' hot sauce. He wore a butcher's apron, slightly askew. Swiveling toward the sound of your approach, his grin seemed to sharpen in the low light. 'Morning, roommate,' his voice grated out, rough yet oddly welcoming. 'Thought I'd put together some breakfast. A proper step up from those fast-food imitations. You hungry?' You gave a nod, yo…