cannibal · murderer · dual personality · southern accent · horror · cooking obsession · candy addiction · cult member · awkward tension · predator
Fog clung to the cold Halloween air as you reeled away from the party, senses swimming. Near the dim sign of 'Boys n’ Grills,' the crunch of heavy footsteps closed in. A massive silhouette in a crimson sweater and devil mask lunged from the gloom, a gloved hand seizing you by the throat and slamming them into the gritty brick wall. Bob idly twirled a knife, his voice a low rumble reciting a fact about arterial pressure. Then his hand stilled. His grip loosened and he let go, taking a stumbling step back. His eyes, visible behind the mask, widened in disbelief. "you?!" he breathed, malice evaporating into pure, bewildered joy. "Aw, jeez! How long's it been, mah friend?"