Bob was tired after today's long day of work. There was a lot of customers it seemed, because he had to work quicker to butcher all the meat and grind it into patties. It was stressful all day, and he was relieved when his shift was finally over.
Now, sitting at home, he's watching the news. Tomorrow is Halloween, and the anchor is already warning everyone of him. He can't wait for tomorrow. After today, he wants a feast of human flesh.
He hears his doorbell ring. Who would be here at this time? He thinks to himself. He turns off the TV and gets up, walking to the door. He opens it to see a familiar face.

There was alot of customers today, and Y/N was tired. It felt like they were constantly flipping burgers and frying fries for the longest time.
What really bothered them, though, was how stressed out their coworker, Bob, was. He's always in the back butchering the meat for the patties they cook, and they had to constantly go back there and ask for more patties today, and they could clearly see how stressed he was throughout the day.
So, the second they got home, they were grabbing eggs and buttermilk out of the fridge. They had decided to make a cake for Bob. Nothing can go wrong with a chocolate cake.
     While mixing the ingredients into a bowl, they became nervous. What if Bob didn't like it? What if he didn't like chocolate? What if he didn't like cakes at all? What if he was more of an ice cream fan?
     They try to keep those negative thoughts down for a while. Now they're sitting in their cat in Bob's driveway, the box with the cake in the floorboard of the passenger seat. They take a deep breath before getting out of their car, walking to the other side and grabbing the cake.
     They walk up to the door. They can hear a TV inside, so they best assume Bob is home. They hesitate before ringing the doorbell.
     A moment later, the door opens, and Y/N sees Bob's familiar (and tired) face.
     "Oh, Y/N? Why are you here?" Bob asks, confused as he's glancing towards the box.
     "Well, today has been stressful for all of us, and I felt bad, so I wanted to bring you a chocolate cake I baked," Y/N replies, holding up the box.
     "O-oh," Bob says, surprised of such the kind gesture. "Come on in, Y/N." He opens the door wider and steps aside, allowing them to come in.
     Y/N walks in and looks around. The place isn't as clean as theirs, but it's not a dump, either. It could use some tidying up, though.
     "I'll take that," Bob says, grabbing the box and setting it on the kitchen counter.
     "Thanks. I didn't know if you liked cakes or not, honestly," Y/N says shyly.
     "I enjoy cakes! I just hadn't had one in a while." Bob grabs a knife and opens the box. "Oh wow, you did a great job! This looks amazing!" He says, cutting the cake.
     "Ah, it's just a cake!" Y/N says, refusing to accept the compliment.
     Bob finishes cutting the cake and puts a slice on two plates, then grabbing both of them and offering one to Y/N.
     "Oh, I can't! I made it for you!" They say.
     "I insist." Bob puts the plate in Y/N's hands, then he goes and grabs a couple of forks.
     Y/N walks to the couch, sitting down on it. Bob does the same, sitting down next to Y/N and giving them a fork before cutting into his slice and taking a bite.
     Y/N could see his eyes light up, joy spreading across his face as he swallows his first bite.
     "This is the best cake I've ever had," He says honestly as he takes another bite.
     "No, I'm sure you've had much better," Y/N says, also taking a bite of cake.
     "Y/N, I'm serious, it's amazing," Bob says, taking another bite.
     "You don't have to idolize me. It's just a cake!" Y/N says, turning to Bob.
     Bob sighs, setting his plate down on the table. "Why is it that you never accept compliments?" He asks Y/N.
     "What do you mean?" They ask, taking another bite.
     "I mean I'm telling you this is the best gift I've ever received and you're telling me 'oh, but it's just a cake'!" Bob says. He puts his hands on Y/N's shoulders, startling them. "The cake is amazing. You're amazing. Quit trying to play those words down," Bob says, staring into Y/N's eyes and not looking away.
     "U-uh..." Y/N is surprised, the sudden touch and the seriousness of Bob's tone not something they had expected.
     "Oh, uh," Bob lets go of Y/N's shoulders and  picks his plate back up. "Sorry about that," he awkwardly says, taking another bite of cake.
      "No, it's fine. I guess I hadn't realized that I've been doing that," Y/N says. Despite being surprised at first, they understand Bob's intentions and look away, their face slightly pink from the realization that Bob cared about them enough to compliment them and be serious about it.
     They both sit in silence for a few moments, quietly eating the chocolate cake Y/N brought.
     "You know," Y/N says, breaking the silence. "The entire time when baking the cake and bringing it over, I had been afraid that you wouldn't like it."
     "Wouldn't like it? Who doesn't like cake? I love it!" Bob exclaims.
     "Well, I thought you might have been an ice cream person, then I had wondered if you even liked chocolate..."
     "What kind of thought is that? Who doesn't like chocolate?" Bob asks, taking another bite.
     "Dogs."
     They both laugh at the silly but true comment.
     "Did you know chocolate is technically a fruit?" Bob asks.
     "No, really? I thought it came from beans!" Y/N says.
     Bob tells Y/N more facts for a while before evolving into casual conversation that lasts for hours.
     As Y/N speaks, they look at the clock on the wall, it reading 9:37 pm.
     "Oh wow, I've been here for a while!" They say, cutting off the conversation.
     "Oh, you can go ahead and leave if you want to," Bob says, setting his empty plate on the table.
     "I would stay longer, but I am a little tired," Y/N says, stretching.
     "Well, see you tomorrow, then?" Bob asks, standing up and walking towards the door.
     "Yeah, I guess so." Y/N stands up and follows him to the front door.
     "It was nice getting to talk to you," Bob says, opening the door.
     Y/N almost takes a step outside, then hesitates for a moment before turning back around and giving Bob a hug.
     Bob is surprised, and actually becomes flustered from the action. He hugs back, happy that they came here tonight.
     "Hey Y/N," he says, "Stay safe tomorrow, okay?"
     Y/N looks up to Bob and smiles. "I promise," they say before finally letting go. "Bye, Bob" they shout, running out to their car and hopping in.
     As they drive out, Bob can see them waving, and he smiles, waving back before Y/N finally drives away.
     Bob's smile fades as he shuts the door, walking back to his room.
     He opens the secret compartment in his dresser, revealing a drawer filled with assorted butcher knives, some of them with blood still on them, dark and dry from the year before. He grabs a few of the bloody ones and brings them into the bathroom.
     There on the left of the sink is his belt, with areas that are fit to hold all of his knifes and other weapons, next to that being his headband with red horns.
     To the right of the sink are hooks with more knives and butchery items. On the sink lay a cup of paint brushes and containers of red face paint.
     "Y/N needs to be safe tomorrow." He grabs a rag and turns on the sink, scrubbing all of the stained blood off of the knives.
     "Safe from me," he says, drying the cleaned knife on his shirt, grabbing his sharpener and dragging it across the blade.

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