i think people underestimate glam freddy's ability to be scary. like yeah we all know about chica's uncanniness and roxy and monty's varying forms of aggression, not to even begin with how creepy the daycare attendant can be, and in comparison freddy seems nonthreatening, safer. but at the end of the day, he's still a 7-foot-tall sentient piece of machinery who could, if he decided to, probably break your bones with very little effort. thankfully, freddy is nothing but kind and friendly, right?! he seems to have much more of a grasp on emotion and safety than even his bandmates, and his general demeanour suggests he wouldn't hurt a fly.
now imagine you're one of the few understaffed humans working at the pizzaplex, and where entitled and rude customers can't exactly yell at the robots, they turn to you. you're being berated for something that is in absolutely no way your fault, unable to slip away, when the customer ranting to you falters, a spark of genuine fear in their eyes.
they stammer out some excuse, before getting out of there as fast as they physically can. and you're none the wiser, until a hand lands on your shoulder, and you realise that freddy has silently been looming over your shoulder for... you don't even know how long, using his kind of uncanny presence to intimidate the customer into leaving you alone.
Summary:Â Adult night for the Mega Pizzaplex was something you were looking forward to, that was until you were stuck in the most boring party as Freddy's handler. You provoke him to have a little fun, and in doing so he puts you in your place.
Word Count:Â 4.2K
Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, Public Play (sorta), Female Reader, Top Freddy, Bottom Reader, Bratty Reader, Established Relationship, Vaginal sex, Dom/sub, No Beta We Die Like Afton, Praise Kink, Large Cock, Rough Sex, Thigh Job
A/N:Â WE'RE SO BACK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gender Neutral Reader
You thought it was a grand idea once you heard of it, adults being able to enjoy the wonders of the Pizzaplex without needing to worry about the judgment from parents and children alike. It was a time to allow their inner child to come out! To party and share drinks!
But little did you know that the excitement was going to soon wear off, for Freddy and you were stuck with one of the more boring tasks for the night.
A birthday party was what you were given, in one of the larger party rooms that held maybe 50 or so people. Those people brought all their money together to rent Freddy for the entire night. It would have been nice, if it wasn't the deadest crowd you ever witnessed in the entirety of your life.
You and Freddy stood near the wall, he gave his greetings and tried his best to engage with the crowd, but they did not bring a lick of the same energy he provided. It was, safe to say, horribly awkward⌠So the two of you decided it would be best to stand off on the sidelines, waiting for the guests to come to you for the time being, you did have all night after all.
Leaning back against the wall, your eyes roam around the room. They were indeed quiet, some clustered in small groups, others standing alone, drinks in hand, observing the colourful decorations with passive expressions. The flashing lights from the main Pizzaplex areas cast shifting shadows across their faces, making their stillness seem even more pronounced compared to the usual high energy of the building.
"Look at them," You say in a hushed tone, leaning towards Freddy. "They're like⌠Zombies. Just standing there, barely even talking. Giving me the creeps."Â
Freddy shifts his gaze towards you, his modulated voice dropping to match your whisper. âSuperstar,â He begins, a hint of reprimand in his tone. âI do not think it is kind to speak ill of our guests. Everyone enjoys things in their own ways.â His blue optics sweeps across the subdued crowd. âAlthough⌠Compared to the typical birthday parties we host, this is quite the difference. Perhaps,â he adds, a touch of vanity creeping in, âthey are merely awestruck to be in the presence of a celebrity such as myself?âÂ
A snort escapes you, earning a slightly surprised tilt of his head. âYeah, maybe.â You concede, patting his forearm affectionately. He really was far too charming, and not to mention almost impossibly handsome in this setting.Â
Management opted to give the animatronics a more casual look for adult nights, you can only assume for a more mature atmosphere. You werenât complaining. Freddy looked striking in a dark red sweater that hugged his broad torso, paired with fitted slacks⌠Damn, he looked good.
âWell,â you murmur, allowing your eyes to trail down his body with appreciation before flicking back up to his gaze, âat least I have some eye candy tonight.â
Freddyâs mechanical brows lift, clearly taken aback by your forwardness. His optics dart around the room as if to ensure no one was close by before settling back on you with a sterner expression. You swear you are going to be the death of him, and funnily enough, he swears it too. âThere is a time and a place for such comments. This establishment, during operating hours, is not it.â
Reprimanded once again, you couldnât stop yourself from rolling your eyes. âOh, give me a break big guy,â you retort, leaning slightly closer. âI canât point out the dead crowd and I canât flirt with my favorite bear?â
âCorrect.â Freddy states plainly, his posture straightening. âWe are working, and I am confused as to why you are being so⌠Feral. You are usually quite diligent and professional.âÂ
The word âferalâ coming from Freddy Fazbearâs mouth sends a ripple of laughter through you, equal parts amusing and irritating. You'd hoped he might loosen up a little during these adult nights, but perhaps that was asking too much of your eternally dutiful bear. "Hey! I am professional!" you defend, crossing your arms playfully. Â
His brow arches, something akin to amusement evident on his metallic features. âOh, you are, are you?â He repeats, a subtle challenge woven into his voice. âThen perhaps youâd like to do the honors of showing me?â It felt like some sort of trap, an attempt to nudge you towards proper conduct.
âPfft,â You scoff lightly. âIâve shown you since day one, Fazbear. Youâre the one who doesnât know how to have fun.â You puncture the statement with a light tap against his metal chest plate. Satisfyingly enough, one of his ears twitched in response.  Â
His optics flicker down to your finger, an unreadable expression settling over his features. His massive frame leaned closer, closing the distance between you. âI know how to have fun, Superstar.âÂ
The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile as the sound of his internal fans whirling louder hits your ear. You know this bear like the back of your hand, and you sure as hell know how to make him tick. He thought he was setting the trap? Adorable.
âMmm, no, you donât.â You replied bluntly, the tease sharp but holding a kernel of truth. âWe both know you wouldnât know where to start, even if you tried.â Really, you were doing him a favor, trying to loosen up the poor, rule-bound bear even after gaining sentience. He should be thanking you.
âIâŚâ Freddy paused, his large fingers twitching, his muzzle seeming to tighten. âIf that is how you feel, then I shall simply have to prove to you just how much fun I can be.â He straightened, surveying the still lackluster crowd, gears visibly turning as he searched for inspiration. Finding none, his gaze falls back onto yours. âI am⌠Taking suggestions if you have them.âÂ
You bit your bottom lip, stifling a giggle that was threatening to bubble up. He couldnât even devise his own fun! The amusement softens into adoration as you stare up at your sweet, clueless bear. An idea sparked. âWell,â You began, your voice dropping to a more suggestive tone, âIf you really wanna have fun, you and I could always just⌠sneak off.â You drag a finger up his arm. âFind somewhere quiet⌠Private.âÂ
Freddy recoiled as if struck, taking a physical step back, his muzzle slightly agape. âS-Superstar!â The glitch in his voice was telling. âAre you⌠Have you lost your senses?â His raised tone attracted a couple of curious glances, prompting him to quickly close the distance between the two of you. As he now loomed over you, the previous sternness was nothing compared to the look he gave you now. âThat is not fun, that is⌠That is just highly unprofessional. I work hard to maintain my composure when I am around you, it is unfair for you to not do the same.âÂ
As he scolded you, you felt both nervous and⌠Quite aroused. Hearing him confess - indirectly - that he actively tries to keep his composure around you? Thrilling. It was almost comforting, having the knowledge he lusts after you just the same. Perhaps that knowledge could be weaponized.
âI absolutely maintain my composure too,â You argue, stepping boldly into his personal space. âI just know when to take the chance to fool around, we clearly arenât doing anything.â
âThat is irrelevant, Superstar. We are on duty.â He countered, his voice tight.Â
âMm, sounds like youâre just scared.â You murmured, tilting your head.
âI am notââ
âPussy.âÂ
Freddy falls silent, and so do you, the word slipping past without much thought. Perhaps you have pushed far too many buttons, especially when you know how he feels about saying such words while on the clock.Â
His stare was cold, his metallic hand snapping out to encircle your wrist in a surprisingly firm grip. Turning briefly back to the party guests, he announced, âIt appears I am having some minor technical difficulties. We will return momentarily, I assure you.â
He doesnât even spare you a glance as he pivots, dragging you out of the party room and down the hall. "Hey! Waitâ" you gasped, stumbling to keep pace with his long, purposeful strides. A nervous chuckle escaped you; you knew you'd definitely overstepped. "Freddy, look, I'm sorry, okay?"
âOh, I know youâre sorry,â He replies sternly, his voice dangerously low and even, the grip on your wrist tightening. âAt the very least, you are going to be.â
Truthfully, you had no idea how this would play out. Despite receiving many things from the bear, the idea of him giving you an illicit punishment during work hours seemed ludicurious. A harsh lecture, maybe a figurative slap on the wrist, seemed far more likely. Still, witnessing him get pushed past his breaking point was undeniably exciting.Â
With your mind whirling, you barely register him yanking you into a rather spacious maintenance closet. He releases your wrist, locking the door with a decisive *click*, then face towards you, his sheer size filling the small space. You offer him a weak, sheepish smile, taking a step back as you raise your hands.
âOkay, okay, I know.â You admitted quickly, meeting his hard gaze, âI was out of line. Totally unprofessional.â the look he was giving you brooked no room for argument. Even you can acknowledge when it is time to lay down and submit.Â
âYou do, do you?â Freddy questioned, taking slow, deliberate steps towards you, his imposing figure feeling impossibly large as he loomed over you. âIf you are aware you went too far, then why did you persist?â His intense stare pins you in place, sending shivers down your spine that had little to do with fear.
You cast your gaze to the side, suddenly finding the rows of cleaning supplies fascinating. The intensity was overwhelming. âI-I donât know.â You mumbled, your admission feeling inadequate.
You feel cool metal trapping your jaw, and the sound of your heart beat was clear as day in your ears. âLook at me when Iâm speaking to you.â He commanded. Your eyes shot up to his face, and the proximity of his face was startling, âThere you are.â
He tilted your head further, his optics scrutinizing your features. âI think you do know Superstar,â He continued, his voice a low rumble. âYou wish to get a rise out of me, to make me falter at work. But what is to happen when someone catches on? Hear your little comments? Is it your wish to be fired?âÂ
âIââ Your eyes widened at the very idea of being fired. Losing this job, losing him⌠Dread washed over you. âNo! Of course not!â Your mouth felt like sandpaper, a stark contrast to the wetness accumulating between your legs. âI⌠I just wanted to have fun.â
A deep, rumbling chuckle comes from Freddyâs chest cavity, âI am acutely aware of that, Superstar.â His clawed thumb brushed against your face, tracing a slow outline on your bottom lip with his claw. âBut your fun is concluded. Now, it is time for mine.â He leaned closer, his presence overwhelming. âWe are proceeding on my terms, do you understand?â Your gaze flickers between his eyes and maw, all words dying on your tongue. âDo. You. Understand?â He repeated, the sternness intensifying, his claws ever so slightly digging into your skin.
âYes!â You gasped, finally releasing the breath you hadnât realized you were holding. âYes, I understand.â
A fraction of the tension left Freddyâs frame, though his stare remained hard. âGoodâŚâ The thumb tracing your lip pressed gently against them. You parted them instantly, instinctively, the cool metal gliding across your tongue. You began to suck on the large digit. âLook at you,â He murmured, a satisfaction within his tone. âHow quickly you have fallen from grace. Already apologizing, already complying.â He made a soft tsk sound. Heat flooded your cheeks, you had to fight every urge to not bite back. He must be able to see it so obviously plastered on your face. âItâs because you want to be my good girl, is it not, Superstar?â An attempt to subdue, and in the moment, it worked.
He withdrew his thumb slowly, his optics half lidded as he deliberately smeared your saliva across your trembling bottom lip. You stared up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, caught completely in this sudden shift. This bear right in front of you was pure sex at the current moment.Â
Before you could form a reply, or even fully process his question, his maw crashed down on your lips. The force of it nearly sent you staggering back, but a large, cool hand splayed firmly against the small of your back, effortlessly anchoring you against him. Your own hands flew up on instinct, gripping at his shoulders as you urgently kissed him back.Â
His free hand slides its way lower, moving down your side before cupping the curve of your ass. A low, synthesized groan vibrated deep within his chest cavity, rumbling against your lips as he deepened the kiss. The sound was heavenly, and you in return let out a muffled moan as he consumed you.Â
His muzzle parts, and the feeling of cool metal probed insistently against your lips. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as you yielded, parting your lips further. His metallic tongue immediately slipped inside, filling your mouth almost completely, exploring with confident, demanding strokes that almost made you choke. His grip tightened against your ass, pulling you closer against his frame as the kiss grew deeper, more possessive.Â
You felt utterly weightless, your pussy throbbing almost painfully as he overtook you in every way possible. He gained the upper hand with ease, and you couldnât help but kick yourself for it. You were never in charge, were you?Â
Just as your lungs began to burn, Freddy withdrew his tongue, allowing you to gasp desperately for air. A thick string of salvia connected you and him as he parted. He looked entirely too pleased with the mess heâd made of you.
âVery good, Superstar,â He praised in a low register. His large paw slid from your back to your waistband. âMy internal sensors are detecting an increase in your heart rate. You seem to be enjoying yourself.â He hooked his claws into the fabric of your pants, peeling them down over your hips and taking your underwear with him in one fluid motion. The large animatronic leaned back, and he paused when his eyes locked onto the sight between your legs. âThe visual evidence is⌠quite clear.â
You followed his gaze, and an audible gasp left your lips from the sight. You were obscenely wet, your juices coating your inner thighs. âOh, wow.â The build up had been so intense yet you didn't realize how much of it paid off. It made you acutely aware of the effect he had on you, how it only took mere seconds to have you torn apart at the seams, needy and breathless.
âWow is right. This wet and Iâve barely touched you, you truly possess no sense of shame.â His words were a teasing caress, laced with a degrading edge. âDid I not say this was to be my fun?â
Your gaze flew up to his face after his remark, and suddenly your fiery spirit was no longer soothed. âSo Iâm not even allowed to be aroused by you?â You retorted, the challenge ringing sharp and clear, a foolish move you recognized even as you made it.
A low, primal growl rattled from deep within Freddyâs chassis, one that shook you to your core. He clamped down on your shoulder with a punishing grip, spinning you around with surprising speed. âDo you truly think it is wise to provoke me,â He snarled, forcing you forward, âwhen you are already on thin ice?â He shoved you the last few steps, forcing you to brace yourself against a metal shelf, bending you over at the waist.
âNoâŚâ You whine, head hanging in both shame and defeat.Â
A simulated sigh left the bear behind you. âYou are a source of constant fascination. You seem to understand the position you are in⌠You know your defiance is ill-advisedâ A large hand enveloped your hip, the cool metal made you shudder. âAnd yet you persist regardless. They should study you Superstar. Truly.â
You internally scream at yourself out of frustration. All you wanted was a sexy getaway, to introduce a little extra spice into your relationship. Instead, it appears the only thing you are capable of is to dig a hole that becomes deeper and deeper with every word you sputter. â...I know.â You mumbled weakly as his claws dug into the flesh of your hip, a sharp, grounding pain.Â
âAt least you have some form of self awareness. But worry not, my pretty star,â He purred, his voice a low vibration against your back, âWe will correct this⌠Behavior, one way or another.â As he spoke, the sound of a hiss and a panel sliding open hit your burning hot ears, and not before long, there was something solid and lubricated poking insistently against your inner thighs.Â
You gasp at the firm pressure, and on instinct, your legs part. âF-FreddyâŚâ You breathed, the thought of him sliding inside you consumed every corner of your mind. âPlease.âÂ
Freddy chuckled, and never have you heard such a self absorbed laugh come from him. âBegging now I see, do you plan to pull out all the spots? In hopes to turn this escapade around?â His large paws tighten around your hips, and with startling ease, he suspended your lower half in the air. âUnfortunately for you, that is not the plan. Not today.â You braced yourself on the metal shelves with your forearms, and a long whine escaped your lips as his cock, long and cool, slotted itself between your thighs. âNow⌠Push them together.âÂ
You do as he commanded, pressing your legs together to create a tight warmth. The action earned a deep, satisfied groan from him. âGood, very good. You will keep them just like that for me, understand?âÂ
âY-yes! I understand!â You gasp out. Your entire body was trembling with a strong desire to repent, to earn your forgiveness in any way he saw fit.Â
You felt his thick, long appendage slide out from between your legs at a snail's pace before slamming back in with a hard, punishing thrust. You violently shuddered at the sensation, your shared fluids making for an easy glide. Your head fell forward, forehead resting against the hard shelf. There was no comfort to be found here, but you didn't deserve that comfort. Not when you were such a brat.Â
Freddy clearly shared the same sentiment, he pushed your upper half further onto the shelf, shifting his hold. One massive hand slid from your hip to your stomach, keeping you in the air effortlessly while the other made purchase in your hair. His fingers tangled in the strands, making for a tight grip as he pulled your head back up. He used it to keep you in place, each thrust between your thighs now met with a painful reminder of how much control he held over you.Â
A broken sob ripped from your throat, and he returned the noise with his own groan of pure delight. âIs this what it takes, Superstar?â He ground out, snapping his hips forward with brutal force. âUse you as though you were a doll for you to put away those claws?â All you can do is whimper in response, and it seemed your pathetic offering wasnât enough. His grip tightened in your hair, a deep growl coming from his maw. âAnswer me. Tell me how much youâre getting off to this.â
Your scattered mind used all of its might to form a coherent response. âI-I am!â You gasped, your cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled with those harsh thrusts between your thighs. âI love it, love it so much Freddy! I-Iâll be good,â You pleaded, the words tumbling out in a rush. âI promise, Iâll be good if it means I get to be your toy.â
Freddy let out a low, content hum in response to your frantic reply. âOh I know you will, Superstar, because my good girl is so easy to break, isnât she?âÂ
He was right, even if part of you hated to admit. âY-yes! I am.â You whined, a hot flush of shame hitting your cheeks. You can become so pliant in his hands, his hard, unyielding touch was your absolute weakness.Â
âThen⌠Perhaps I should reward my good girl?â His hand untangled from your hair, finding your hip once more, tilting you up just a fraction higher. âShould I give her what she really wants?â
Your eyes widened at the promise of more. The world narrowed down to the way his heavy thrusts came to stop, to the way the thick head of his cock pressed directly against your entrance. You didnât dare say yes; it wasnât your place to decide. This reward was his to give, not yours to demand. So instead, you let out a broke, desperate, âPlease!âÂ
âWho am I to deny my sweet star?â He rumbled, that harsh edge to his words ebbing away, now in its place a tenderness reserved only for you.Â
You didnât have a chance to prepare yourself. With one hard snap of his hips, his large cock pushed through your entrance and didnât stop till it was buried to the hilt. A strangled gasp, equal parts pleasure and pain, escaped you, the only thing you could do was weakly claw at the shelf underneath you. âF-Freddy, ah-â Whatever incomprehensible words that were going to spill from your lips was completely and utterly stolen as he immediately set a brutal, punishing pace.Â
Your hand comes to clamp down on your mouth, your cries muffled as the feeling of his large, punishing cock glided in and out of you. His strength knew no bounds, any form of resistance he easily pushed right past. It was too much. It wasnât nearly enough.
His name came out as a muffled, wet, mantra, drool covering your hand as you worshipped the bear completely destroying you from inside out.Â
âThatâs it, Superstar,â He grunted out between groans of ecstasy, releasing all frustrations on your much smaller, much softer body. âTake it like the good girl you know you are.â The hand just above your aching cunt slid down, his thick, cold thumb finding your clit. He rubbed it with an urgency, finally granting you permission to have your own pleasure.Â
Your body and mind overloaded. Every muscle trembled, every thought scrambled. You are thrown off the edge in a matter of seconds, and you sob into your hand as a powerful shattering orgasm wracked your entire frame.
âGood, very good.â He praised earnestly, his words absolute in his pride for you. He loved when you broke just so he could rebuild you all over again, to remold you in his image. He fucked you through your orgasm, letting off on your clit. âIf only you could see yourself,â he growled, âSo utterly breathtaking⌠indisputably mine.âÂ
His words were like a brand, a claim on your body and soul, and all you could do in that moment was bonelessly take his unyielding thrusts, your body still twitching with aftershocks. Your cunt clenched around his cock, your slick inner walls clenching around him in your own silent, desperate claim.
His groaning grew louder, his movements more erratic, and then with a few more hard snaps of his hips, he bottomed out. His massive frame sagged over you, his claws digging into your heated flesh as hot spurts of lubricant coated your walls. You let out an exhausted, strangled moan, your head lolling back as his spent weight pressed you into the shelf. Â
You remained intertwined for a long moment, the sounds of your ragged gasps and the loud whirl of his internal fans cooling his system filled the room. Then, he leaned forward, pressing his maw against the back of your head as a tender, pseudo-kiss.Â
âMy perfect girl.â He rumbled against you, before finally, slowly pulling out of your wet, dripping heat. âHave you learned your lesson?â
As the intense tremors begin to subside, and you are left feeling as though you were blissfully adrift, you hum out a content, âMhmmâŚâÂ
A low, deep chuckle came from his voice back, vibrating the skin where his hands now reverently held you. âFor the time being, I assume.â He lifted you up and away from the shelf, turning you around and bringing you up against his chassis into a sweet, fond embrace. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and you shove your face into the crook of his neck, panting against the cool metal. He rubbed a soothing circle against your back, and you felt infinitely more exhausted. âIt is a shame we have to return to our dutiesâŚâ He murmured into your hair, âPerhaps when we are done, we can unwind with ice cream.â
âYes⌠pleaseâŚâ You breathed, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.Â
You were utterly content. As you both returned to the party, a dopey, satisfied smile on your face and the evidence of your punishment still slick between your legs, you accepted what had happened wholeheartedly.
Because it was never really a punishment, was it? In the end, you got exactly what you wanted.
⢠sheâs not much of a gamer, but will occasionally get on something old like Pac-Man, Legend of Zelda, or Street Fighters
⢠She enjoys watching indie TV shows, comics, ect like Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Murder Drones, comic dubs, sans, creepypastaâs, animation memes, piggy, Star VS The Forces of Evil, and Rick and Morty
⢠Sheâs not a big fan of Sonic The Hedgehog or The Digital Circus, even though she tried them out after some of her friends recommended the shows and games to her
⢠She got into making Kandi at twelve, and now has an Etsy company where she makes and sells the bracelets, including masks
⢠She had a tomboy phase as a tween, then considered herself lesbian until nineteen and changed to pansexual
⢠Vanny was a popular kid in school despite being a âweirdâ girl. She was beautiful and people found her very confident, kind, and motivated despite her calm demeanor
⢠Vanny was gross and made dark jokes with her close friends. Like sticking straws up her nose or purposefully spilling milk on her cafeteria food and mixing it. For dark humor, she often made race or 911 jokes, niche.
⢠in her twenties, Vanny mellowed out and went through a depressive episode for a while, going broke after her parents kicked her out and having to get a job at the pizzeria. She lived in a motel and always left it messy and unkept, secretly keeping a snake and hamster inside
⢠Vanny had gone through many relationships, desperate for love and finding her purpose. She often ghosted them after getting bored and moving on to obsess over someone knew
⢠Vanny would show her love through making crafts and gifting them to the people she cared about
⢠Vannyâs mother was a mean woman who drunk all her and Vannyâs college money away, never talking much to her
⢠Vannyâs father was the only person she truly was close to in her family. Theyâd play vintage games with each other on some days, and sometimes heâd leave her little plush gifts in her room when he came back from work, always sneaking her either candy, fidget, or a stuffie
⢠Vanny is narcissistic and diagnosed with bipolar and ADHD
⢠Vannyâs mother had forced her into therapy multiple times, but it never helped her as she refused to speak to the therapist
⢠Vanny was a violent child at the ages of four to six, either squishing frogs, breaking duck eggs, or grabbing stray kittens and throwing them or pulling at their tails
⢠Vannyâs favorite place as a kid was Chucky Cheese
⢠Vanny went to the gym, but it was a very on and off thing
⢠Vanny often stole her moms cigarettes and would smoke them when she wasnât at home
⢠Vanny wasnât much of a late night clubbing type of girl, more of a concert or even a cafe with study books and coffee one.
⢠Vanny went through her first manic psychosis episode at 4th grade and had to be taken to a mental hospital for a couple of months before being released
⢠Vanny kept a diary and would write how she was a mermaid in it, (( she loved h2O )) or how much she hated her mother after she beat or grounded her
⢠Vanny is a reality shifter, finding it out at eight
⢠Vanny obsesses over hello kitty and Kuromi merch
⢠Vanny listens to true crime podcastâs
⢠Vanny grew up catholic but turned agnostic
⢠Vanny has low self esteem
⢠Vannyâs favorite drink is boba and her favorite food is spicy sushi
⢠Vanny was one of those girls who doodled on her knee high yellow converse thinking she was the coolest in school with them
⢠Vanny made her own Wattpad fanfictions when she was younger
