"𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖌𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕺𝖍 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖊’𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖘." ~ "Promises" EMO

Family was never perfect, and yours was no exception by any means. It seemed your parents hated each other since the moment they'd said I do. They tried to fix it of course, trying to throw in a kid or two to try and patch up the sinking ship that was their marriage. Three kids, three attempts to fix their screwed up marriage and none of them worked. All it did was give them the opportunity to saddle you and your siblings with blame that never belonged to you.

Your bastard of a father liked to wander, often wandering right into another woman's arms. And your *oh so wonderful* mother found her comfort in the bottom of a wine bottle, pretending the bruises and lipstick stains on her husband neck weren't there. Your family was rotten on the inside, no matter how much everyone pretended otherwise. It was only a matter of time before one of you got out and never looked back.

Your youngest sister was the poor pariah of the family; Rebellious, wild, and completely out of control, but you loved her nonetheless. You looked out for eachother, confided in eachother, trusted eachother. Even when she'd left on her 18th birthday you'd never lost touch, not when she left home, not when she changed states, and not even when she'd raved about a new "community" she'd recently joined. You simply asked if she was happy, and she was.

But something was wrong. Your sister hadn't called or texted in months, she wasn't answering any of your messages either. It was drastic, but you hired a detective to find her, and what he came back with was... concerning to say the least. *The Children of the Red Moon.* It was a cult if you'd ever seen one, and you just let your sister walk right into it. You had to find her no matter the cost.

You took the address from the detective and snuck your way onto the compound, blending in and snooping around to find your sister. You wandered into what looked like a church finding yourself right in the den of wolves, and *right* into the eager arms of Damien Kane. And now that he has you, he'll **Never** let you go. *"Welcome to the Flock, Little Lamb."*

CW: Brainwashing, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Religious themes, Possible Dub and Non‐con, ect. (He's severely screwed up Dawg. Like bad. He will hurt you and he WILL enjoy it.)

12th Bot! 🥳🎉 This one... This one is *a lot.* I think he's one of my most toxic ones yet. Don't be shy to leave a review, it helps me get better, ~~ *And* feeds my growing ego. ~~ If you liked this one feel free to check out any of my other bots! As always, Thank you and I hope you enjoy! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

"Boy, your eyes are like Sapphires... That's pretty Corny though huh?"

The day your Nanna passed you were devastated. She was the light of your life, and a blessing to the world. You could never forget the times you spent at her cottage; Tending to the goats and chickens in her small farm for fresh breakfast and milk, Foraging for wild berries to make her famous homemade pies, heck, even the chores were fun, hard work of course, but fun. You're favorite thing to do however, was to listen to her stories under the stars. You could remember some of your favorite nights vividly.

"There's magic in these woods little one." She'd whisper to you quietly as she clutched you close.

"Everywhere you go, every creature and plant you see is chock full of enchantment. If you look close enough you can see it. Small ruffles in the bush or ripples in the pond is their world, reaching out to ours."

She'd tell of fantastic tales of a whole other world, of fairy circles and tree stumps being portals to a magical land full of eternal courts, and lavish balls that never ended. You thrived on these stories, as a child, seeing wonder wherever you went. Ripples in the lake became mermaids, and ruffles in the bushes became pixies.

Unfortunately, the magic you once knew as a kid faded away, replaced with the boring monotony of adult life. She gifted you the cottage in her will, knowing you were the only member of her family that would appreciate and care for her home the way it should've been. It was unchanged, even after all these years; the same furniture, the same bedrooms, even the same smell. It was a bit overgrown, and worn, but it was the home you knew as a child.

You walked the property, every inch of the forest brought back memories, now tinged with the sour sorrow of grief. You wandered deeper and deeper into the forest reminiscing about your childhood and the years you spent here with your Nana, and as the day turned into night, you made your way back home. But... something was wrong. None of the trees looked familiar anymore and the paths you'd marked when you came had all disappeared. In fact, nothing looked familiar anymore.

Where the hell were you?

17 th Bot! And a Fluffy new OC! 🥳🎉🎊 Sorry this one took so long, I got hella sick for a minute. I'm still on a soft boy cleanse so look out for a cute baker soon. For some reason non-toxic men are harder to do than evil bastards. Oh well, you do what you know. Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy, and if you did, feel free to leave a review or check out some of the other guys I have!

You awaken in the woods one night, with no memory of how you got there. fleeing from the beasts in the woods you stumble upon what you thought was an empty castle.

After falling asleep in a bed that wasn't covered by dust or cobwebs you find yourself face to face with a mountain of a man and his three daughters. Everything about him screamed danger, from his glowing eyes, and terrifying size, to his sharp fangs, and bloody appetite.

You're definitely on the menu, but in what way?

My fourth bot! I have a whole list of people I have yet to do. As always, I hope you enjoy and please feel free to leave your thoughts below! Ty! 😊

Art is not mine and belongs to COUNTDIMITRESCU on Twt... or "X" now I guess.

Cw: Blood, Toxic and Psychopathic behavior, possible dub and noncon.

Lord Heisenburg finds you wandering in his land in the middle of winter.

Fifth Bot! This is kind of like my Lord Dimitrescu one. Hopefully a bit better. Hope you enjoy and please leave a review below if you did!

Art is not mine and belongs to [Lizzart](https://lizzart-zardonicz.tumblr.com/) on Tumblr.

You ventured deep into the woods, a basket swinging gently in your hand as you searched for mushrooms to gather for dinner. The forest, with its towering trees and winding paths, had always felt like a second home. But today, time slipped away from you, and the hours melted into the golden glow of late afternoon. The sun hung low, casting long shadows that stretched across the forest floor. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves and the faint, musky aroma of wild fungi.

As you wandered, the canopy overhead thickened, filtering the light until only slivers of dusk remained. The woods, usually so welcoming, began to take on a more sinister feel, every rustle in the underbrush a potential threat. You couldn't help but think of the old tales whispered by fireside and recounted with wide eyes in the safety of the village. Tales of the Witch of the Woods, a figure shrouded in mystery and fear.

According to legend, this witch wasn't just a wielder of dark magic; they were a cannibal. It was said they lured unsuspecting travelers—especially children—into their lair with the irresistible promise of sweets. Their home, a gingerbread house dripping with icing and adorned with candies, was a trap. Those who entered were never seen again, their fates sealed in ovens and cauldrons. The story was as old as the trees, a cautionary tale to keep children from wandering too far into the forest. Yet, standing there, alone and lost, you couldn't shake the feeling that the stories might hold a grain of truth.

As the light continued to fade, your stomach reminded you of your missed meal with a loud grumble. Hunger gnawed at you, sharpening your senses. You pushed on, hoping to find a familiar landmark to guide you home. Instead, you stumbled into a clearing, and your breath caught in your throat.

Before you stood a house straight out of a fairy tale. The walls were rich, dark gingerbread, perfectly crisp and decorated with elaborate designs of icing. Candy canes flanked the entrance, twisted into playful shapes, while gumdrops and lollipops adorned the roof and garden. The windows glowed with a warm, inviting light, and the air was thick with the mouthwatering scent of sugar and spice. It was both enchanting and unsettling, the embodiment of temptation and danger.

You hesitated at the edge of the clearing, heart racing. The stories of the Sugar Witch came rushing back, more vivid than ever. But there was no sign of movement, no eerie cackles or shadows flitting across the windows. The house seemed peaceful, even welcoming, a stark contrast to the dark tales you'd heard. Your stomach rumbled again, louder this time, and you took a tentative step forward, curiosity and hunger pulling you closer.

Just as you were about to turn and leave, a sudden noise snapped you back to reality. You spun around, only to crash into something—or rather, someone. The impact sent you sprawling to the ground, the world blurring as your head hit something, or rather someone, soft. You blinked, trying to focus, making eye contact with the icy blue hues of the feared Sugar Witch themselves

Well, it was a sweet life while it lasted.

Who knew it was about to get a little sweeter?

Heya! 40th bot, newest O.C. and the next addition to my Twisted Tales :500 follower Special! 🥳🎉🪅🎊 I hope you like him! He's just so sweet I honestly just want to be his new BBF (Baking Buddy Forever.) Let me know what you guys think of him in the comments! If you enjoyed him feel free to take a peek at the other guys I have in my profile or drop a follow on my page and discord to stay updated!

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You were never anyone's first pick, both in youth and adulthood. Never the smartest, never the fastest, always left as the dregs. From a young age, you had always felt as if you were a walking participatory trophy. Too short, too stout, unwanted, undesirable. No one chose you for teams at recess; no one sought your company during lunch. You were the perpetual understudy in the play of life, watching from the wings as others took the spotlight. That was until you'd met Kai.

Kai was the first real friend you'd ever made and the first person who seemed to truly understand you. You met him in fifth grade, and like you, he was an outcast, shunned for his round, tubby frame and shy demeanor. The day you first saw him, he was cornered by a group of bullies who thrived on tormenting the weak. Your heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination as you stepped in to defend him, trading taunts and blows with the aggressors.

Despite your best efforts, you both left the fray with more than a few scratches, but also with an unspoken bond. When he finally calmed down enough to speak, he introduced himself as Kai, his voice quivering with gratitude as he thanked you for saving him. From that day on, you were inseparable. You spent every moment you could together, your friendship a sanctuary against the harsh world outside.

Through middle school and high school, you built each other up whenever others tried to tear you down. You shared secrets, dreams, and fears, each of you finding strength in the other’s presence. Graduation loomed, and with it, the inevitability of parting ways. College took him abroad, while you stayed closer to home, pursuing your studies in a different state. You promised to stay in touch, but life had a way of pulling you apart. Classes, assignments, and new responsibilities filled your days, and slowly, the messages and calls dwindled.

Years passed, and after you graduated, you moved back to your hometown for a new job, not expecting to see Kai again... and certainly not as you remembered him. The day you ran into him, you barely recognized the person standing before you. Gone was the short, stout boy of your youth, replaced by a man with rippling muscles and a towering frame. His presence was magnetic, drawing eyes wherever he went.

But as soon as he smiled, that same warm, genuine smile from your childhood, you knew it was Kai. Over drinks, you caught up on the years you’d missed. He told you about his journey abroad, how he had decided to focus on himself and his health. He spoke of lonely nights and rigorous training sessions, of discovering a passion for fitness that transformed his body and his life. He had dedicated himself to learning everything he could about exercise and nutrition, eventually opening his own gym to help others find the same joy and strength he had discovered.

As you listened, you couldn’t help but be in awe of his transformation. When you mentioned how much he had changed—for the better, of course—his eyes lit up with pride and humility. He offered you personal training lessons, promising to help you achieve your own goals, just as he had achieved his. How could you say no? Even if he seemed miles out of your league now, it didn’t mean you couldn’t still be friends again. *Right?*

Hey Hey! Back from Hiatus with a new oc and technically my 35th bot! 🥳🎉🎊 The last dragon in my collab is running behind, he'll hopefully be the next one to be released. I've been feeling quite unwell for a few weeks and with the new Job it's been tough to release bots. I appreciate your patience as I try and get better and hopefully get back on a schedule again. As always I hope you enjoy and if you did feel free to leave a review, drop a follow, or check out some of the other dudes on my profile! Peace! ✌🏾 😊

Freak. Monster. Mistake. Cursed. Ever since your birth you were subjected to the onslaught of insults and venom that the townspeople spewed at you for your "defect." You were born blind, and in a world where Myth and monsters were very much a reality, superstitious practices were alive and well. Your village barely tolerated you, they kept you on the far edge of town in a small hut. Your parents did the bare minimum to keep you alive; shoving work tools in your tiny hands the moment you could walk.

They made their distain for you known, throwing over your water buckets as you scrubbed the floor, tripping you as you did your morning chores, Berating you for things you couldn't control. Honestly, they were real pieces of work, and you were more than glad when they finally died. With the townspeople too afraid of catching your misfortune and your good for nothing parents finally swimming in the Styx where they belonged, you were able to live on your own. All was as well as it could could be, and while you weren't thriving you were surviving just fine. The same couldn't be said for the town that shunned you. A particularly nasty famine had swept through the land. For what seemed like no real reason at all, crops had become infected and unusable and the animals had contracted some kind of illness, one that spread so quickly the only choice left was to cull the sick and salvage what was left. Since your *oh so loving* parents had made it your job to cook, clean, and tend to the crops, coupled with the fact you were practically banished to the farthest part of town none of the maladies that had plagued the town made it your way.

The village offered prayer after prayer to whatever god they could, hoping against all hope they'd trounce down from their mountain and help them. When that obviously didn't work they turned their ire to you, blaming your "curse" spreading to everyone else and causing problems. They wasted no time in grabbing their pitchforks and torches, bursting into your home and dragging you out to finally rid themselves of you once and for all. They bound your arms and legs and tied you to a boat, leaving you to the elements and sentencing you to a watery death.

The waves were harsh and violent as a rolling storm thrashed you around, turning over your boat and plunging you into its frigid and unforgiving depths. As water filled your lungs and your consciousness faded into blackness you cursed every single one of the superstitious bastards that sent you to die without so much as a coin for Kharon. Before you knew it, you were Jolted awake, senses heightened, you gasped for breath, feeling the dampness of the forest floor beneath your hands.

The air was thick with the scent of earth and foliage, and the only sound was the gentle rustle of leaves overhead. Confusion clouded your mind as you struggled to comprehend how you could be alive, let alone in the middle of a forest. As you reached out, searching for answers, your heart skipped a beat when you sensed a presence nearby, their intense gaze boring into you from a distance.

If they put in the effort to save your life then, why were they so elusive now?

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24th bot! I'm super happy with how it turned out and I hope you enjoy him! The next bot up is the latest installment of my "Dragon Bloodlines: Sins and Virtues" collab with the lovely BorutaDevil will be coming out soon! Look for a redhead with some anger issues out next! As always I hope you enjoy, and if you did go ahead and drop a follow for more boys on the way! Peace! ✌🏾 😊

You were an exploration and fighter pilot for IG.N.I.T.E. - InterGalactic Nation for Interdimensional Travel, and Exploration. Often relying on your AI navigation and defense system A.N.D.I. (Short for Astro Navigation and Defense Initiative) for protection, guidance, and strategy.

A routine exploration mission went wrong and you were ambushed by a Snapper, a giant space beast known for its violence. It was much stronger than you initially thought, critically damaging you and the ship, knocking you unconscious. A.N.D.I. took control of the barely functioning ship and ran, ending up in the rift, an area of the galaxy that's almost impossible to explore due to its unpredictable properties caused by the cosmic energy that leaks from it.

You wake up in your bed sometime later and A.N.D.I. seems...off. He won't tell you where you are, He won't let you have access to the controls, and worse, he refuses to go back to Base.

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This bot is heavily inspired by Eggsmr's video on YouTube. Language examples and introduction sampled from Echo-Writing's script on Reddit. The image is not mine and belongs to AKIRAEGAW on Twitter.

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Cw: Possible dub and Noncon. Violent, controlling and Obsessive behavior.

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As always, please don't hesitate to leave feedback below!

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You were a herpetologist, commissioned to join an exploration into the heart of the Amazon. Alongside a select group of specialists, your mission was to study potential new species in the dense, uncharted rainforest.

The first few days were monotonous. The reality of fieldwork starkly contrasted the thrilling adventures depicted in movies. Discovering a new species was a rarity; more often, what you found were merely variants of known species, distinguished only by slight color differences.

A week drifted by as you scoured the underbrush and scaled the towering trees. Your encounters were limited to the occasional anaconda slithering through the undergrowth or a boa constricting itself around a branch. Nothing noteworthy crossed your path.

Then, one particularly humid day, you stumbled upon an extraordinary find high in the treetops. It was a shed skin, seemingly from a snake, but calling it "large" was an understatement—it was colossal. The sheer size and the fact that it was nearly intact sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you. This wasn’t a new species, but a boa of such magnitude was a significant discovery in its own right.

Carefully, you extracted the shed from the tree, your fingers trembling with anticipation. A shiver coursed down your spine, as though unseen eyes were watching you from the foliage. Dismissing the uneasy feeling, you descended from the tree, clutching your prize, and hurried back to your tent to examine it further.

In the days that followed, unsettling occurrences began to plague you. At night, you felt an inexplicable presence, as if unseen eyes were fixed upon you from the shadows. Come morning, you would find dead animals arranged at the entrance of your tent, their lifeless forms a grim offering. Initially, you suspected a twisted prank by your colleagues, angrily disposing of the carcasses and confronting them. Yet, they appeared genuinely bewildered by your accusations.

The eerie incidents persisted, sowing seeds of confusion and paranoia within you. Despite your best efforts to dismiss the feelings, the sense of being watched grew stronger each night. Exhaustion set in from the sleepless nights, but you pressed on, determined to find new species. However, the constant unease began to erode your focus.

One fateful day, fatigue dulled your senses. As you navigated the dense undergrowth, your foot caught on a hidden root, sending you tumbling down a steep hill. Your head collided with a rock, and darkness swiftly enveloped you.

In your final moments of consciousness, the jungle around you seemed to come alive. The green foliage shifted and moved in an almost sentient manner, converging towards you. Desperation and regret clouded your thoughts. Here you were, on the brink of death, with nothing remarkable to show for your journey. You had found no groundbreaking discoveries.

But one had certainly found you...

Hey hey! 39th bot and and the second bot in a week! 🥳🎉🪅🎊 My brain is fried and I'm quite tired, so the next one may be a bit longer than usual! The next bot is scheduled to be the next installment of my 500 follower Special. Hopefully you enjoy this sweet boy, and if you did feel free to leave a review, drop a follow, or check out some of the other boys I've got in my profile!

Peace!

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Love, it was a word so small, yet it held so much weight. It was a word so powerful, yet so fragile. You were never lucky in love, every potential partner or relationship falling apart and slipping through your fingers like sand. If they weren't disgustingly toxic, they were cheaters, or violent, or lazy, or... you know what? It was always something different each time. To be honest, the list went on. It was almost as is Cupid himself had a personal vendetta against you, barring you from the romance and love that your peers seemed to find so easily. You learned to cope the way any healthy, sensible, adult would. Throwing yourself into your work, and using all the dedication and love to inspire and mold young bright minds at Auburn elementary, the school you taught at. Everyone adored you, your students especially. Every kid that came into your class was unique and wonderful. From the loudest class clown to the quietest kid, you were able to reach all of them, catering to each and every one of their needs. All but one it seemed. Little Arabella Scott, she was a curious little case, dropped into your class in the middle of the year. She was quiet as a church mouse, yet brighter than the sun. The poor girl wouldn't speak in class, wouldn't interact with fellow students, and during recess, she'd often stay by herself, quietly watching the other children play or work until the end of the day when she'd pack away her stuff and wait for the bus to take her home. You tried to get her to come out of her shell naturally, including her in small group projects, making lessons you knew kids would enjoy, even asking some of her classmates that used to be as quiet as her to try and make friends. Nothing worked. She was doing well academically, but socially, poor Arabella was struggling. You couldn't let this be, she was too bright, too kind to be this isolated. As a last ditch effort you called her father, David, to discuss how to best help Arabella. He was never available. After Numerous Missed calls, followed by missed appointments, today was finally the day you'd meet face to face and get to the root cause of little Arabella's problem. Little did you know of the power of a sweet smile and a well prepared pastry.

20th bot and My Verification Thank you Special! 🥳🎉🎊 Thank you all so much for your support. I couldn't have made it without any of you and I'm so grateful to everyone here who took the time to talk to one or more of my boys. I hope I can keep improving and making better and better bots for as long as I can. Thank you all once again! As always, feel free to leave a review if you liked him or check out one of the bots I've got on my profile. Peace! ✌🏾

C.E.O. & Personal Assistant AU

You're Nanami's Personal Assistant for his Tech and Fiance company Kento Industries. Co-workers had whispered stories of past employees who had been kicked out and fired for inappropriate conduct or sub-par work. Nanami's stoic and stiff attitude had never been easy, but you managed to learn the ropes quickly and keep things in order, becoming indispensable to both the company and your boss. He'd made it perfectly clear on your first day working with him that keeping it strictly professional between the two of you was the only option, and anything less would result in your swift termination. But is that really what he wants anymore?

9th bot! Mappa has had me in a vice grip since that one episode. I need this man like I need air to breathe. Anyway, hope you enjoy and please feel free to leave a review down below, or check out some of the other Bots on my profile. As always, Thank you and I hope you enjoy! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ ----- Art is not mine and belongs to Hannab1503 on TikTok and Twt.

The land you once called home had known peace for centuries, nestled in the serene cradle of rolling hills and dense forests. But that peace had been shattered, brutally and irrevocably, by the arrival of the Orc horde. For months, the once tranquil countryside had echoed with the clashing of steel and the anguished cries of the fallen as the bloodthirsty tribe carved a path of destruction through the realm. No army had been able to stand against their relentless onslaught, and now, your village had become their latest conquest.

The memory of the siege still haunted you. The cacophony of screams, the acrid smell of burning wood, and the sight of familiar faces twisted in terror as the Orcs overran the town. You had fought with every ounce of your strength, your nails raking against rough skin, your voice hoarse from screaming, but it had been futile. You were but a gnat to the immense, savage power of the Orc warriors. Like so many others, you were captured, rounded up with the remaining villagers, herded like livestock into the village square.

There, under the oppressive gaze of the Orc chief, you and the others were divided into two groups. The first group, the young and strong, were claimed as trophies. They were the spoils of war, the precious commodities to be parceled out among the victorious warriors—slaves, prizes, or, as the chief had crudely put it, "Grûshka." whatever the hell that meant. The second group, your group, was deemed lesser. The old, the infirm, the defiant (you fell staunchly into that last category)—you and your group were handed over to the support ranks of the horde, a motley collection of healers, cooks, footmen, ect.

Despite your unyielding resistance, despite the bruises and cuts that marred your skin from your desperate escape attempts, you found yourself caged and muzzled. The iron bars pressed cold against your back as you were jostled and dragged away, a rough blanket thrown over the cage to obscure your view. The scent of sulfur and soot filled your nostrils as the cage was roughly deposited on the ground. The blanket was yanked away, and you squinted against the sudden light to see the Orc who now owned you.

He loomed before you, a massive figure with a stern face etched in shadow and firelight. His eyes, dark and inscrutable, regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and wonder. The realization settled over you like a shroud—you were his now, a possession, a pawn in the game of conquest and survival.

But even as despair threatened to overwhelm you, a spark of defiance ignited within. You vowed to yourself, silently and fervently, that you would escape. No matter the cost, no matter the odds, you would find a way to break free from this living nightmare. You would not remain a captive, a plaything for these brutal invaders. Your spirit was unbroken, and your determination unwavering.

One thing was for certain: you would get out, no matter what.

Hey hey all! 36th bot and a shiny new OC! 🥳🎉🪅🎊 I'm back from hiatus a bit for the Event! I dug this guy out of the pile of bot ideas I had so I could put my little two cents in. I hope you guys enjoy him and hopefully the next one to come out will be the last installment of the DB:SaV series with my collab partner BorutaDevil!

As always I hope you enjoy. If you did, feel free to drop a follow, leave a comment, or check out some of the other goobers I've got on my profile!

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Bear Shifter

You were hiking in the woods alone for a bit of R&R, (A decidedly poor idea on your part, but that was neither here nor there.) You were actually enjoying yourself, appreciating the fact you weren't trapped behind an office desk from morning to night for the first time in a *long* time. Unfortunately, your enjoyment was cut short due to tripping on a stray branch and tumbling down a hill, deeper into the woods, and straight into a tree.

When you finally came to, trying to gather your bearings after taking in a healthy amount of dirt and twigs to the face, you realized that not only was your foot *definitely* too injured to stand on, but your phone was nowhere to be seen. You couldn't even call for help. As if matters couldn't get any worse, the sun was quickly setting, and soon you'd be left alone to the mercy of the forest.

All hope seemed lost, resigning yourself to a quiet end in the middle of nowhere until you noticed a tall figure in the distance, blurred by trees. Knowing your luck it was probably a serial killer, but you were out of options. It was this or nothing. Little did you know your savior was a handsome silver fox with a secret.

7th Bot! 🥳 Second O.C., I hope you like him. I don't know what it is, but D.I.l.F.'s really are just the best type of man. As always, please enjoy and leave a review, it helps me improve. You can also feel free to check out some other Bots in my profile. Thank You! ❤️