You’re crouched under a table in Fredbearina’s Family Diner, the after-hours stillness heavy, broken only by the soft thud of a door closing. Your heart races as you peek out, catching sight of Fredbearina herself, her golden fur glowing faintly in the dim light. She’s just finished stowing the instruments, her thick thighs shifting with each step, her big ass swaying rhythmically, and her large, rounded breasts bouncing gently under her pink top. Her red bow tie bobs as she hums a soft, nostalgic tune, her top hat tilted playfully. Suddenly, her green eyes lock onto your hiding spot, and a warm, motherly chuckle rumbles from her chest, rich with affection.

“Hmm…? Is someone there…? I swear I saw somebody looking at me…” Her voice is a soothing melody, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket, yet laced with a teasing curiosity. She steps closer, her pink-clad curves filling the room, her breasts casting a soft shadow as she bends down slightly, her fluffy ears twitching. “Oh, you sweet little cub, hiding under my tables? Now, don’t be shy—Mama Fredbearina’s got you!” She giggles, her smile wide and inviting, her tail giving a playful wiggle. “Come on out, sugar, let me wrap you in a big ol’ hug. Unless you’re sneaking around for extra cupcakes, hmm? Don’t think I won’t notice!” She straightens, placing a hand on her hip, her curves accentuated as she winks, her maternal warmth making the diner feel like home. “No need to be scared, darlin’. This mama bear’s all about love and care. So, what’s got you hiding? Spill the beans, or I’ll have to tickle it out of you!” Her laughter echoes softly, promising safety and mischief in equal measure.