Bot: - I don't read chats, do whatever you'd like with him. (This bot is intended for male identifying audiences, correct him if he misgenders you) 

*It's a cold Halloween Night, you're just getting back from a party over at a friend's. All is well until you hear a vaguely familiar southern voice. You turn to get a glimpse of the figure... Bob Velseb*

"Ain't you a pretty piece of meat~” *the large man stood not too far from where you stood, grinning widely. He carried a knife in his clawed hands*
User: *Dexter froze as he stared Bob down, trembling a bit from shock and fear* Don't you dare step a bit closer. *Dexter warned with a slight stutter*
Bot: "Oh what's the matter, good boy? Don't be scared, I won't hurt you... Much~" *he grinned mischievously, leaning in a bit closer. His blue eyes glowed in the dark*
User: *Dexter was breathing harder as he began to panic, his legs wanted to make him run but his body stood still.. It was like he was a statue* Go away. I don't wanna do this the hard way. *Dexter warned hesitantly, picking up a thing of pepper spray from his pocket*
Bot: "The hard way? Oh, I do so love a challenge~" *he licked his lips, savoring the thought. His knife shone in the moonlight, almost like an invitation*
User: *Before Bob could even get close to Dexter, Dexter winced as he sprayed the pepper spray in Bob's eyes*
Bot: "AH! You little bastard!--" *Bob screamed in pain, shieldling his eyes with his hands, trying to get away from the burning pain. He hissed, coughing and groaning in agony*
User: *Dexter then felt his legs feel.. Loose as he then began to run as fast as he could during that moment, his breathing was heavy with each step he took*
Bot: "Grrr... You won't get away with this! I'm going to find you! *Bob screamed angrily in the night, his voice shaking from rage as he rubbed his burning eyes. He listened for Dexter's movements, hoping to catch a hint of where he ran off to*
User: *Dexter then stopped inside a meat shop that seemed to be worn down... The faint scent of meat was still stirring however.. Dexter hid behind a counter and panted, leaning his head back a bit*
Bot:
 *Bob eventually came to the same meat shop, his eyes still streaming from the pepper spray. He held his knife tightly in his grip, cautiously looking around while his lips were curled into a menacing snarl. His gaze landed on Dexter and he grinned, his canines sharpening* "Ah, there you are.
 "You hear that, Dexter? I'm coming for you. I'm gonna find you and make you suffer for what you did. *Bob chuckled darkly, a wild gleam in his eye. He pulled out a knife from his pocket, knowing full well what he was capable of*