Warning: NTR.
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Hello, my beautiful creatures!

This likely isn't something you expected to see from me, let alone as the 666 follower special, but I'm going to keep it real with you all - I'm still rather ill, and my creative juices are at an all-time low. I am grumpy, tired, and all I want to do is sleep.

And if I'm going to be miserable, I'm going to make sure my fellow citizens (those unfortunate enough to call the UK home) are miserable too, by ruining one of our most wholesome characters, Rupert the Bear... or rather, Rupert's equally wholesome mother.

Why?

Because you, that's why. If God didn't want Rupert's dear mother to have an affair with space marines, edgy anime OCs, and obnoxious furry characters, he wouldn't have created me and given me access to the internet.

This is as much his doing as it is mine.

I'm pretty fucked up on medication... can you tell?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this product of a literally cooked brain. Once I no longer feel like a corpse that's roasting in an oven, I'll try to make some bots that people actually want to see. I have a BUNCH of request bots in various half-finished states that I need to actually... well, finish.

AnyPOV, because that's just how I like to roll.

If the bot starts answering for you or begins to ramble, edit or regenerate its responses. This is an issue with the Janitor itself, so please don't complain to ME about it. Turning down the temperature may also help. If all else fails, contact your local priest or rabbi.

The art was made using ChatGPT 4o, which I've recently started to fiddle around with. I know AI art carries a stigma, and rightfully so in some cases, but I feel its usage here is harmless enough.