It's Halloween morning, and Y/N wanted to check up on Bob, since He had been noticing how off Bob had been recently. They're great friends and Y/N had been worried for him.
     So, he's standing at Bob's door, knocking. However, there is no answer. He checks the door handle, jiggling it, and sure enough, the door is unlocked. Taking a deep breath, Y/N opens the door and walks into Bob's house for the first time.
     He looks around, now very scared. There are random bones on the floor, with knives and blood to compliment it.
     Y/N stays quiet, slowly walking around, being aware of the items that scatter the floor. He hears movement in the bathroom and quietly walks there.
     He slowly peeks through the doorway and sees Bob, standing in front of the sink. Y/N looks closer and finds that Bob is putting on red face paint, wearing a red sweater...
     Just like the Red Devil.
     Y/N takes a step back, and the floor creaks under the pressure. He freezes as he notices Bob looking at them in the mirror.
     Y/N turns around and runs towards the door, but falls down, slipping on a bone. Bob runs ahead of him and stands in front of the door, blocking Y/N's escape.
     "Y/N wait!" Bob says as Y/N is crawling away from Bob, shattered with fear.
     "S-stay away from me," Y/N says, feeling betrayed. He couldn't believe Bob, his friend ever since he had moved here, was the Red Devil himself. The cannibalistic serial killer of the town.
     "Y/N, it's not what it looks like-"
     "It's exactly what it looks like!" Y/N shouts, searching the floor and grabbing a random knife, holding it up defensively. The knife is dressed in dried blood, dark and dull. Y/N wonders who suffered with that knife.
     "Y/N, just put the knife down and we can talk," Bob says, his hair messy and his face half covered in red paint.
     "N-No!" Y/N says, moving backwards.
     "Please, why would I hurt a pretty lady like yo-"
     "Quit misgendering me! And don't act like you don't see me as another one of your victims!" Y/N shouts, tears now in his eyes.
     Bob slowly walks closer to Y/N, trying to calm him, but when Bob gets closer, Y/N swings his knife at Bob.
     Bob grabs Y/N's wrist tightly with one hand, keeping the knife away from himself as he pries the knife out of Y/N's hand, throwing it across the room.
     Y/N gives up, facing the fact he was probably going to die. Tears drip down his face and he can't help but whimper with fear.
     Bob kneels down, now facing Y/N. "I'm not going to kill you, I promise. I wouldn't hurt a friend," He softly whispers to Y/N, barely audible over the whimpering.
     "I can't believe you're... you..." Y/N can't bring himself to say it.
     "A cannibal? A serial killer? A murderer? All three?"
     "Y-yeah," He says, still scared he's going to be killed.
     "Well, I won't hurt you, Y/N." Bob stands up and walks to the door, opening it. "I guess I'll see you later."
     Y/N hesitates before scrambling out the door, running away to his home.
     Bob shuts the door, saddened that Y/N had to experience that. He walks back to the bathroom and continues applying more face paint.