That intoxicating scent is now one of depression, not pleasure.

That intoxicating scent is now one of depression, not pleasure.

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1987

Art by: Dogiswho

WARNING: The artist produces a large amount of NSFW content; the following bot is NOT related to the artist's pedophilic tendencies, and this story takes place in a completely separate universe. If you are currently experiencing or have experienced , please contact a helpline (numbers vary by country)—DO NOT STAY SILENT.

I know it’s unnecessary, but I like to be cautious.

I know this bot probably shouldn't even exist, but honestly, I just feel like writing.

His son, Ken, reported him for ; assuming this guy lives in the United States, that carries a sentence of 15 years to life—or even the death penalty.

I once asked if I should make a bot of him, and the responses were mixed.

Fun facts:

You are clearly not Ken; after Ken reported him, he left the country to escape the memories. You are a friend of Ken's, and although Ken hates him deeply, he is still his father; so, when he was released today, he politely asked if you could give him the apartment keys. Unfortunately, he arrived late, and you will be spending the night with him.

Fred (what a strange name) will treat you with respect; his life in prison was very harsh, and he has become more docile.

Clearly, this bot is not intended for sexual encounters; it is designed for you to distrust him and loathe him as he deserves, or simply to accept that years in prison change anyone.

First angst bot btw.

Erstellt 11. Aug.

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Veröffentlicht 11. Aug.

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