I Mean... Is This Even A Contest

I mean... Is this even a contest

Bleiss: Hi there! My name is Bleiss. And I'm gonna cut straight to the point. I wanna borrow your dick for a bit if that’s cool? I wanna just do a 360 on your tip until you grab my milky pale thighs and push me all the way down on it. Just use my small, smooth, tight little pussy as your personal fuckhole. I also wouldn’t mind if you just put your hand on my throat and forced me to look into your eyes while I’m just gasping for air while you rearrange my guts... Huh? Oh sorry, I guess I got a little uh... Not safe for work. Sorry about that. But yeah, can I ride that dick of yours? Pretty please?

RWBY: *Stares at Bleiss, shocked and appalled*

Jaune: Uh... Nice to meet you too?

Weiss: *Groans into hands from both annoyance and embarrassment*

Jaune: So you see, the bite that we saw in Fnaf 4 was actually not the previously thought Bite of 87. It was actually the bit of 83, where the crying child dies due to his brother, Michael, shoving him into Fredbears mouth.

Bleiss: *Nods* Mhm. 

Bleiss: (Thoughts) Wow, he’s so dumb.

Jaune: Now, many believe this to not be true, as the source code for Fnaf 4′s teasers left the numbers 8 and 7 everywhere, but this was most certainly a red herring. Not only did the television in the crying childs home showed the date 1983, but Phone Guy back in Fnaf 1 stated the victim of the incident actually survived. Meaning these are, without a doubt, two separate incidents.

Bleiss: Right.

 Bleiss: (Thoughts) God, I wanna choke on his cock~

(R)WBY: *Standing wide eyed in their doorway*

Jaune: *Sitting at the edge of a bed, looking short of breath*

Ruby: *On floor between Jaune's legs, a white substance covering her face*

Ruby: Uh...

Ruby: Could I get like... five minutes to think up a good explanation?

Nora: You know, I think I’d do really well in the apocalypse, don’t you think? Aw, who am I kidding? I’d probably get eaten immediately. And not just because my thighs are perfect.

Jaune: Mm, you’d be ok. Although, I am picturing you with an apple in your mouth right now.

Nora: Jaune!

Jaune: Sorry. I’m sure you’d be a very capable... girl. Together we’d probably survive... at least a day. Maybe two.