Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy
#1 of Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy
Here it is - a project I've put a lot of time and energy into. This is going to be a series, the first few chapters of which you should see soon. Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy will chronicle Desmond's tenure as a lowly repairman and technician at a strange new gentleman's club in the wretched heart of the city...
Interested in having a slot in a side chapter? All of the spruced-up and eager-to-please animatronics will be fair game for side chapters running $60 each.
I will still be focusing on commissions while I do this series, so don't worry! However, if you want to donate or tip me for this series, please drop me a note. All donations and tips are immensely appreciated and help to defray the cost of illustrations and my general living expenses!
And in case you're not sure, no, this project isn't a joke!
Desmond and writing/concept (C) me
Five Nights at Freddy's (C) Scott Cawthon
Cover artwork (C) FA: nightfaux
One of the bold-font rules at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was always leave before dark. Rumors abounded of night guards leaving as nervous wrecks come the morning - if they left at all - and mysterious stains on anything and everything porous. Another important rule was don't touch Freddy, and everybody knew why without being told a word more.
Twenty years have passed since the last Freddy Fazbear's Pizza restaurant was in operation. A new firm has acquired the assets and liabilities, among them old costumes, distressingly intelligent animatronics, cheesy decor, and other such things.
A new attraction has opened just a few miles up the road from the long-demolished final location of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Situated in the middle of the red light district, its name casts a trashy neon glow onto the street.
The establishment is named is Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy.