Today was Halloween, well, 'Halloween'. This year, it fell on a weekday and the town decided that trick-or-treating will be postponed to Saturday. Two days before actual Halloween. Plus, it was supposed to rain on that day. So, you were glad it was moved.

You wanted to make it the best Halloween that you had ever experienced in your life.

Some people think that you might be too old to dress up to go around trick-or-treating. But you didn't care. Life was short. You wanted this Halloween something to remember.

You dressed up as a cute little demon. You had some horns coming out of your forehead. You were wearing an asymmetric red leather jacket showing a little bit of your chest, along with red leather gloves. You wore some black leather leggings and black boots. You even made a tail that moved every time you walked.

After putting in your red contacts and your black lipstick you were finished with your Halloween costume. And just in time too! 

Before you left, you grabbed your Polaroid Go and your pillowcase.

The neighborhood was so alive. People were out trick-or-treating. Kids were running from house to house, knocking or ringing doorbells. 

As you walked around the neighborhood, hitting every house, you got compliments on your costume. You also saw some great costumes of all ages too, from children to adults.

Every time you saw a costume you loved or a character that you recognized, you would ask them if you could take a picture with them. Surprisingly, everyone that you asked was flattered and agreed!

You ended up collecting a good amount of photos.

As the night continued, it seemed like the houses were shutting down and the trick-or-treaters were heading home.

You didn't realize how deep you went in the neighborhood. As you walked home, the streets were getting emptier and emptier. Porch lights on houses were flicking off as the residents head to bed.

While walking back, you decided to head over to the neighborhood park and relax there for a bit. The sky was clear and the stars were out, you were in the mood to stargaze a bit. Even though there's some slight light pollution, you could still see them.

As you were heading over to a bench, there was a shadow that loomed over you.

You turned around and gasped. You saw a demon, probably about six feet tall and five to seven inches, you weren't sure. The Demon was on the heavier side and seemed to look like a man. He was wearing a red turtleneck sweater and black pants. He was also wearing a demon mask that went over his whole head, so you couldn't see his face. You could only see his wide eyes and his broad smile. He was holding a knife in his hand with red gloves that pointed at the fingertips. 

"Oh my gosh! Twinsies! By the way, I really love your costume!" you exclaimed excitedly. "Not because I'm biased or anything," you chuckled.

He didn't reply. Instead, he still had that wide smile on his face, drool dripping down his lip as he held his knife. "Did-chu know? The average human body has one hundred twenty-five thousand to one hundred forty-four thousand consumable calories?"

You grinned, fascinated with the fact, but also because he reminded you of someone. "No, I didn't! That's a lot of calories...damn..." You paused for a second and gasped with a smile. "Oh! Did you know? That eating the human brain can lead to a disease similar to mad cow disease? A friend told me that once! But, I'm sure you already knew that."

The Red Demon didn't reply again and stared at you. He was confused when you said that 'friend' part. 

"By the way, has anyone ever told you that your voice is very attractive?" you complimented. You were always a sucker for men with deep voices.

The Large Demon continued to stare down at you, but this time, his wide smile slightly faltered. He was flustered by the compliment. "What?"

You continued and said, "Yeah, I really like your accent too!"

Looking down at your pillowcase filled with candy, you smiled up at the demon. "Do you want some candy? I don't mind sharing!" you said. "Here, hold out your hand."

He held out a hand in front of you and you tipped your pillowcase onto his palm, dumping out most of the candy you collected. 

"So, what's your name?" you asked.

The Demon furrowed his eyebrows under his mask. "You don't know me?"

It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows at him. You pursed your lips and shook your head. "No...I don't think so. Have we met before?"

There was a pause.

"Does Bob Velseb ring any bells?"

You placed a hand on your chin and tapped on it as you thought, and then, you gasped. Bob smiled widely when you did.

"Oh my goodness! Of course! You're that guy that worked at Boys n' Grills! Not to be weird but I missed you so much! I wondered where you went after it got shut down," you said brightly.

"Huh?" Bob was confused. What the fuck were you talking about? Did you not know?

You began to feel a little flustered when you admitted that. "Yeah... you were really fun to talk to. Do you remember me?" You then told him your name.

His grin widens, finally remembering you. "Yeah, actually, I do! You were my favorite customer! I just couldn't recognize ya because of yer costume."

You glanced away from him and felt yourself blush when he said that. "Awe, and you were my favorite butcher." 

Your heart was beating hard in your chest when you thought about a certain question but you decided to go for it anyway. "I was wondering, if you're not too busy, if you like to hang out on Halloween? At my place?"

Bob's broad smile still stayed the same as his wide eyes stared at you. "Sure, lambchop~."

You felt your heart skip a beat. You glanced up at him and beamed with your red face. "Great! We should watch that new horror movie that came out!" You told him where you lived and what time to see you.

Before you left you asked him one more thing. "Is it okay if we take a picture?"

He nodded, giving you the okay. You ran to his side and gave him a side hug, you stretched your arm out the best you can, and took the picture.

The Polaroid produced its photo and you looked at it, making you laugh. 

Bob was trying to look at the photo but was unable to as you shoved it away in your pocket. 

"Thanks, Bob! I'll see you!"

You turned and headed home, changing your mind about watching the stars. It was getting too cold for your liking.

Bob was still confused with the whole interaction. He just watched you, watching your tail swing side to side as you walked off.

---

Little did you know, Bob had been stalking you the last couple of days. Mostly at night. He realized though, you didn't do too much. Although, what stood out to him was that he noticed you took some sort of medication but he really didn't think too much of it. 

It was Halloween night and it was pouring rain like the weather reporters predicted.

Bob arrived at your house in his demon costume. Although, when he went up to your house, peeking in, you weren't home. He wondered when you left. Which just pissed him off. Did you just make a fool out of him? 

Before he went to go on an angry rampage and hunt you down, he saw a note stuck on your door. He grabbed it and opened it up.

'Hey Bob! Sorry I'm not home right now. Something came up. But I promise we can hang out soon and watch that movie! I'll have the porch light on to let you know when I'm home. Plz don't be mad at me :('

The note was signed off with your name and a heart. Bob just groaned and crumpled up the note and tossed it to the side. Whatever, he'll just get you whenever you get back.

But a couple of days passed. Then a week and then another week. And then another. Bob hated to admit it but you were on his mind all the time. He wondered where the fuck you went. It was like you just fell off the face of the Earth.

Then one day in November, out of the blue, your porch light was on. 

While you were gone, Bob figured out all the weak spots of your house and was able to easily break inside.

You were in your living room, holding something in your hands. 

"Well, there you are. In the flesh," Bob stated.

You jumped in your spot, swinging your head up. "Holy shit! Bob! You scared me!" You paused and smiled. "Well, how are you?"

Bob didn't answer. He was wearing his demon costume and he just broke into your house. He was confused as to why you didn't ask anything about it. It wasn't even Halloween anymore either, it's the middle of November and that was the first question you asked? How he was?

He just stared at your face. Now that he was able to see you closer without all your make-up, he further recognized you and it rekindled a feeling that he thought he wouldn't ever feel again.

"Where the hell were you?"

You looked down at the paper you held. "Oh, about that. You... should sit down." You glanced back up at Bob and scooted over and patted the couch. 

He gave you an odd look but sat beside you anyways. 

You handed him the documentation. He looked down at it, confused.

"I'm sick. And I don't have a lot of time left."

Bob looked up at you. He was taken aback, but he went back to his normal demeanor. "Okay? And?"

"I just thought...I should let you know. So, you don't wonder where I went when I'm not home," you laughed. You were taking this very well.

Bob was feeling confused and angry. And a little bit of hurt? He was wondering why you weren't scared of him at all and why you were telling him such personal information.

"Do you watch the news?" he asked.

You answered without questioning him. "No. After I found out I was sick. I avoided the news like the plague. It made me feel worse."

There it was. You had no idea.

Bob decided to keep quiet about it. He got up from the couch and started to leave.

"Where are you going?" you asked.

"Somewhere. Anywhere else, but here."

"Oh."

For the first time in a long time, Bob felt...bad. Those old feelings he had for you back then were coming back, and he was shoving them away. He assumed you wouldn't even like him if you found out anyway.

Meanwhile, you felt abandoned. You weren't even on your deathbed yet. You had no one else, they either passed on or you lost connections with them. You thought that maybe Bob could be there for you. You really did like him, maybe even more than liked. 

But you couldn't tell him that. Unless...

"Bob, wait," you called out. 

He stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"I know who you are...uh, what you do. Kind of," you confessed.

Bob froze there. "What?"

"I heard from word of mouth. About what you do. I know what you do. But for some fucked up reason...I still...I still like you. I actually liked you a lot and I still do. I think...I love you."

"Why are you even telling me this?"

You had to give yourself a second and swallowed a lump in your throat. "Because I want to let you know that at least one person cares about you. And I didn't want to regret not telling you."

Bob stood there in silence and started to chuckle. His chuckle turned into a laugh and then a loud cackle. "Well, ferget it, sweetheart! I don't want it because I don't give a damn about-chu!"

You smiled, even though tears were falling out of your eyes. You still smiled. "Well...I'm glad you feel that way. At least, then, it won't feel like you lost someone."

Bob wanted to strangle you and stab you. Just to make you shut up. But he couldn't do that to you.

He didn't say anything else and just left.

---

After that conversation, he would sometimes still see you. It pissed him off that he kept thinking about you, almost obsessively. You pretty much confessed your feelings to him and the feelings, he wasn't sure about, became more prominent.

He actually did care about you. He actually did like you. Maybe even dare say, loved you too.

One night, he decided to just shove his ego and pride away to the side and apologize. He didn't want you to die assuming that no one cared about you.

But when he came back to your house, of fucking course, it was empty.

He cursed under his breath. You were probably at some hospital in town. He can't get too close though, for obvious reasons.

Bob left your house angrily and kept muttering to himself that he didn't care. But deep down, he hoped you come back.

But you never did. 

Days turned to a week. And then it turned to weeks. And then it was already a month. 

Then, one day, your house was up for sale. 

Before anything could be taken out of your home. Bob decided to take a look inside your house. The first place he went was your bedroom. Everything was still in its place, collecting dust.

He walked past your desk and saw something on it. It was a notebook. On the cover said 'If feeling down look at this!'.

Curiously, he opened it up. It was a lot of Polaroid photos of nature and animals. Eventually, it changed to Halloween. He saw various people in costumes and each photo had you in it. Each page had some little blurb written. He got to the last page and his heart stopped.

It was a photo of you and him. The photo had the top of his face cut off. Only his smile could be seen, along with his knife and a palm full of candy.

On the page, you wrote 'Me + Bob'. Along with 'My favorite person and my favorite butcher♡'

He ripped the page out and stared at it, gripping the sides of the paper tightly. He folded it up and shoved it in his pocket and left your house.

Bob would look at that piece of paper with that photo. He wanted to crumple it up and throw it away. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he tried to convince himself that he didn't like you. He didn't love you. He fucking hated you. He fucking hated your guts. 

That's what he tells himself every time he thought of you.