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[fazbear-security]

✋ She pins him with her whole body. He's the pillow now. -hunterrx

Send ‘✋’ to push and pin my muse down on their bed             

“Mmmph!” Mike made a muffled sound of protest, but only half-heartedly tried to push her off. “Excuse you! I happen to like breathing.”

[fazbear-security]

‘mistle mistle’ FD -hunterrx

Send me ‘mistle mistle’ for our muses to be caught under a mistletoe.

“OH. Oh, geez…” Mike’s face turned red when he caught sight of the plant hanging from the ceiling, and he tugged down on the brim of his hat. “Um…heheh…” The human laughed nervously. “Wow, I. I didn’t know management was that into the holiday…”

[fazbear-security]

"Mike, what's gotten into you? You're not usually aggressive like this... It's starting to scare me." -hunterrx

The night guard hissed through his teeth and dug his fingers into his scalp. His throat was aching and his head felt light, and all this sudden anger just left behind a pounding in his skull.

Oh, and it was scaring his friends. Great. Perfect. Wonderful.

“I’m…sorry.” Mike grit out through a clenched jaw. “My fuse has been…kind of short late. This…this isn’t normal.”

[fazbear-security]

💖 + hunterrx? :u probably the best pillow tho tbh

Send 💖 + a name/URL for a headcanon about my muse’s relationship with them

When drunk, Mike gets very clingy; he cuddles Cat like she’s a body pillow, and you’ll just about need a crowbar to pry him off.

[fazbear-security]

"I licked it, so it’s mine" -hunterrx

Send ‘I licked it, so it’s mine’ for my muse’s response to yours licking them and saying that.

Mike froze as the sandpapery tongue ran across his cheek, and turned his head to look at Cat with a neutral expression. “….did you just.”

[fazbear-security]

Trope -hunterrx

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.

Clifftop Caterwauling

In the months immediately following Shaun’s death, Mike was in a very bad place. He bottled up his grief to keep his mother from worrying, and would often drive out of town to a small gorge where he would just scream at the top of his lungs.

Out there, no-one could hear him, and no-one could judge him.

[fazbear-security]

"what's more important, science or sex?" -hunterrx (( Cat no ))

“Sex.” Mike replied without hesitation. Then he paused.

“Wait….no. Depends on the science.” He decided. “Is it robot science? I’m always a slut for robot science.”