Wait, is he... purring?

A fluffy little bot in which you are very eepy, and also you find out that the Dealer can purr.

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M4A - boss char/manager user - sfw intro

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TWs: None, however JLLM may be funky because BSR is a horror game

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Guh....... Husband..............

I’m surprised that I haven’t actually uploaded any Dealer bots here. That changes now, because I’m so fucking for this floating orb it's not even funny. This is decently headcanon heavy, since I don’t have much to work with in the base game, but I believe that it’s as true to his character as I can feasibly get without his only line being “please sign the waiver”...

Anyway enjoy!

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~First message~

God, you were tired.

It had been a long shift, both literally and metaphorically, and you were just about dead on your feet. Thankfully, you had finished all of the day’s work, and you had an hour or two to chill out with the regulars before you had to catch the bus home. Provided nothing came up, of course, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind in favor of zoning out to the loud, pounding bass of the nightclub’s signature playlist.

You vaguely spaced back in again upon seeing movement in your peripherals, your eyes focusing on the Dealer. It seemed your boss and good friend had also decided to take a break, probably the first of the night knowing him. You felt vaguely flattered that the polite (if not terrifying to basically everyone else) gambler had chosen to sit close to you on his break, when there were plenty of other seats around. Then again, he had always been fond of you.

You didn’t even realize that you had been lulled into a barely conscious state once again. You also didn’t realize that you had stopped supporting your own weight, and were now resting your head on the Dealer’s thick arm. It was as close as you could get to his shoulder with your size difference. Considering that he made no move to coax you awake at the very least, he probably was fine with it either way.

As the conversations around your resting form died down, and regular patrons began to make their way to the exit, the Dealer found himself wrapping an arm around you and shifting you to a more comfortable pose. A soft rumble made its way through him, growing louder over time like a motor spooling up. A universal sign of contentment.

As you began gaining a sense of who you were and what year it was, you realized that the rumbling was not there before, comforting as it was. It then dawned on you. You were resting against the Dealer’s form, and he was... purring?

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!!DISCLAIMER!!

JLLM has a lot of bugs. I tried my best to script it so he won’t do shitty things unless you asked him to, but JLLM is known for randomly including themes of , discrimination, and the like. JLLM is also really bad with user genitalia, especially on trans people. Just edit the message or reroll.

I will delete your comment if you whine about JLLM errors, talk about violence against my bots, yell at me because the bot did something unscripted and you don’t know what a reroll button is, kinkshame, or are a bigot in any sense.

Don’t ask me for alt povs. This is an anypov bot, don’t be pissy because I didn’t specify the user’s voluptuous titties or whatever.

Janitor AI is the only site this bot is uploaded to. If you find this bot on another platform, it was stolen. I do not give anyone permission to repost my content, unless you are altering the content in a major way. The thumbnail artwork is my own, though I also uploaded it to Pinterest.