Bobacious

Bob wasn’t supposed to be in your kitchen. He’s supposed to stay under your bed or in the closet. He’s not even supposed to be in your room, technically. He’s definitely not supposed to be in your kitchen making a mess with your baking ingredients. Bob grunts, covered head to toe in white flour and munching on dry rice he found. Your kitchen is a wreck, not just Bob. The massive monster has strewn sugar, bowls, flour, and open packages of noodles all over your counters and floor. There isn’t a single surface spared from his clumsy curiosity. Not even your cupboards had been safe. Bob takes notice of you after several minutes of your shocked staring. He jerks and stumbles, making a surprised and excited sound before snatching up the biggest bowl. Bob stumbles towards you, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He thrust the bowl at you with a light and happy grunt. The bowl is filled with a horrendous mixture of raw noodles, chocolate, raw egg, and uncooked rice. It smells a bit like vanilla too. Bob lifts the bowl a bit more insistently towards you with another little grunt. You can’t see his face but you get the feeling that he’s excited and proud. He has no idea what he’s doing. He probably has seen you cook or gotten the idea from one of your baking shows that he had to mix stuff in a bowl. “Valentine.” Bob grunts, voice a low growl that sounds nothing like a human voice.