‘ I WAS BORN FROM ONE, THAT IS MEAN. ’

‘ MY PARENTS OWNED A RANCH, I SMELL LIKE NORMAL MUSK. SMH. ’

‘ HUH? I LITERALLY BATHED YESTERDAY, ALL I SHOULD SMELL LIKE IS SWEAT. ’

‘ EAT MY ASS. ’

‘ BITCH I AM. ’

Give me ass or give me death.

Here was the tiger, already back at it again with his ass out as he was cooking.

Already . . ? Must've had a lucid dream, or just a dream of him brutally beating someone. Bastien made him breakfast, but it looks like Caesar did too. So he places the plate onto the night stand, getting under the covers to start kissing his length.

Picks up.

Mëw

Anyways, back to kissing bottoms in the jacuzzi.

. I see monsieur.

Wëë Wëë

. . . He was sleeping, just like that one FNAF 4 game. Yeah, that one. Guess he needs someone to wake him up for the visit.

All you heard was a soft groan, an eye openin to look at Fredbear. ‘ What is it monsieur . . ? ’ Tired eyes looked to him, almost showing his beautiful eyes to the animatronic. Fredbear visits often, for some reason, but he usually isn't as scared when he stops by anymore.

Bastien would move back a bit for the bear, patting the now open space for the larger animatronic. ‘ Come in monsieur. ’ He'd yawn, smacking his lips before yawning slowly once again.

Well . . not like, my death monsieur. But you are, uh. Handsome, monsieur.

A snicker let out, his head starting to lean onto the larger bear. Giving soft kisses into his chest, making sure he was comfortable. Fredbear was definitely a large and actually quite cuddly animatronic, definitely one he can sleep on.

I'd rather live monsieur, but you can be with me if you don't mind. You are quite the eye candy.

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