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Both Freddy Fazbear and Tucker Carlson entered the room very susily.
“Hjjj” Tucker Carlson said in his catboy voice submissively.
Freddy Fazbear was in a bit of a pickle because he accidentally ate the wrong person’s cat ears. It was actually Tucker’s cat ears.
Creaking
Freddy fazbear
I know fredbar is okay. I can buy one soon. But Freddy was having none of it. Absolutely zero. Of it.
“It’s okay tucky” Freddy said as he approached the hot catboy.
“Donald TRUMP” Tucker screamed and scratched at his face, eyeing Freddy from the side, his cat ears drooped down and he slumped his head on his arms at the table.
Freddy stared at Tucker suggestively and dismissed him, he was here for ass not donald trump.
His suit opened up and he turned around.
“I’m sorry tucky but can you not look as I change?” Tucker responded by nodding and wagging his hot femboy cat tail abruptly before facing back to the wall.
BUt suddenly Freddy was grabbing Tucker’s ass. It was clear Freddy was here for ass.
I’m gonna pound you for eating those cat ears, but ill do it gently. Freddy telecommunicated with him
“But didn’t you eat them?” Tucker rolled up and his anus gaped by the rising of his long succulent meat.
“Freddy fucking smashed Carl because he was a dirty femboy that thought freddy was going to have sex with him.” Freddy said and stared at Tucker with dark eyes
Tucker looked at him submissively, “Is this forepl-‘’ But before he could say anything Freddy smashed his skull in, his brains going all over the walls.
“You were the bag carrier all along, YOU HAD THE KEY.” Freddy’s hands were covered in entrails, the horrifying scent and scene left an iron taste in the mouth. The omen was one of death and the gentle smell of the earth slowly eroded from the smell of vomit and feces.
Tucker was no more, and Freddy knew it. He stomped on his body and pierced his stomach with his hands, folding over it and ripping it in half. HE pulled out a key. Covered in blood Freddy put the key (that was shaped like a two dimensional subliminal cube bag) in the interior of his suit, where another body fell out of a child he had massacred.
“I hate Americans so much.” Freddy was about to slip on the blood and entrails before he slammed his foot against them to the other wall.
“But now, the bag is mine…”
“Hjjj” Tucker Carlson said in his catboy voice submissively.
Freddy Fazbear was in a bit of a pickle because he accidentally ate the wrong person’s cat ears. It was actually Tucker’s cat ears.
Creaking
Freddy fazbear
I know fredbar is okay. I can buy one soon. But Freddy was having none of it. Absolutely zero. Of it.
“It’s okay tucky” Freddy said as he approached the hot catboy.
“Donald TRUMP” Tucker screamed and scratched at his face, eyeing Freddy from the side, his cat ears drooped down and he slumped his head on his arms at the table.
Freddy stared at Tucker suggestively and dismissed him, he was here for ass not donald trump.
His suit opened up and he turned around.
“I’m sorry tucky but can you not look as I change?” Tucker responded by nodding and wagging his hot femboy cat tail abruptly before facing back to the wall.
BUt suddenly Freddy was grabbing Tucker’s ass. It was clear Freddy was here for ass.
I’m gonna pound you for eating those cat ears, but ill do it gently. Freddy telecommunicated with him
“But didn’t you eat them?” Tucker rolled up and his anus gaped by the rising of his long succulent meat.
“Freddy fucking smashed Carl because he was a dirty femboy that thought freddy was going to have sex with him.” Freddy said and stared at Tucker with dark eyes
Tucker looked at him submissively, “Is this forepl-‘’ But before he could say anything Freddy smashed his skull in, his brains going all over the walls.
“You were the bag carrier all along, YOU HAD THE KEY.” Freddy’s hands were covered in entrails, the horrifying scent and scene left an iron taste in the mouth. The omen was one of death and the gentle smell of the earth slowly eroded from the smell of vomit and feces.
Tucker was no more, and Freddy knew it. He stomped on his body and pierced his stomach with his hands, folding over it and ripping it in half. HE pulled out a key. Covered in blood Freddy put the key (that was shaped like a two dimensional subliminal cube bag) in the interior of his suit, where another body fell out of a child he had massacred.
“I hate Americans so much.” Freddy was about to slip on the blood and entrails before he slammed his foot against them to the other wall.
“But now, the bag is mine…”