I guess this is the second in my series of grotesque Bobiverse characters. Horrifying characters? Horrorverse? I based the backstory of this one, Bob Kabob, somewhat on SCP Foundation / Trevor Henderson. Credit=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Credit to @Agamemaker207 for Bobiverse and Bob Kabob. To myself, @CreeperKing777 for the art and code. the backdrop is a heavily modified version of the one from my "Yoyo Vector Art" project. Also to @Agamemaker207 for the sounds in this project. They are from "The Charlie Series" Episode Two.
NOTE: The following short story may be somewhat scary for younger viewers. "The Breach" I shift uncomfortably at my desk. The cheap chair issued to me by the company isn't exactly the most luxurious thing, and the damp, cold air of my office doesn't help. Reluctantly, I turn back to my computer, the cool glow casting a strange light on the small room. The rooms are all secured, according the the monitor. Good. I feel a sudden sense of boredom at the knowledge my shift will last another few hours, into the early hours of the morning. My eyelids feel heavy, as the darkness of the room seem to grow, until I think no more. I awake some time later, jarred instantly awake by a blaring alarm and the flashing red lights. I stand up quickly, disoriented from sleep. Screams echo down the halls, the sound distorted by the metal blast door to my office which is identical to every other door in the building. I turn and glance back at my monitor. One of the lights flashes red, in contrast to the green of the other few. This is definitely not good. Then, as suddenly as it started, the noise stops. The lights, red alarm ones and normal lights, shut off as well. After a moment, the emergency light come on, their lesser bulbs powered by the emergency batteries on the lowest floor. It takes me a moment, but I realize that the screams have stopped too. As quietly as I can, unlock my door and peek out. The hallways lie empty. Abnormally empty, in fact, as if everything had been scrubbed clean. The company's log, a black box with the stylized words "Wildder Technology Co." is partially wiped off the wall, and the floor looks as if it were brand new. Hearing a sudden noise, I turn around behind me, where, down the hall even the emergency lights are out. Someone, or something, shifts in the darkness as a pair of glowing, purple eyes appear. I freeze, unable to move for the overwhelming fear I feel as a vaguely humanoid shape emerges slowly from the darkness. It has purple skin, if you can call it skin, which is almost liquid, dripping down it's body. Its eyes are magenta orbs the glow in empty sockets in its face. Sharp, pointed teeth line its mouth and what appears to be a stick protrudes from its head. The ground on which it walks, and whatever else it touches as it slowly ambles towards me is wiped clean, as if melted out of existence. Strange sounds emanate from it. They sound similar to human speech, although I can't make out any specific noises As it is almost upon me, I finally manage to turn and run back down the other end of the hallway. My breathing is heavy, my mind filled with images of this horrifying demon. I reach the end of the hallway, and find the containment door has been shut. A large, heavy steel door that lowers in case of containment breach, I have no chance of escape unless I can open it. As fast as I can, I turn to the access panel and begin trying to open the door. First, I try the general access code. Doesn't work. Fortunately, I have a higher place in our company, and know the manager access code as well. Access denied. Giving up with that, I pull a small screwdriver from my pocket, opening up the panel. I frantically try to find what I need to open the door, as the sounds behind me grow loud. Suddenly, a low laughter sounds behind me. I turn my head slightly, seeing the creature ambling down the hallway towards me. No. I'm so close to escape. I need only a few more seconds, a couple things in place, and then- Just as I finish, I feel a strange pressure on my shoulder, causing me to jump. I turn quickly to see the purple creature. My shoulder is already partially gone where it laid its hand. I was almost there. Now I sink to the floor, too weak to stand, as the creature reaches towards my face. Behind me, the door finally starts to open. I'd successfully opened the door, only for this thing, not myself, to have a clear path to go anywhere it wants. Then purple covers my eyes, and I see no more.
