Foster’s Porn Story: Berry Scary 2 Return Of the Pink Imaginary Menace Chapter 17
Chapter 17: Checking In With Bendy & Cranberry
The sun shone bright like a diamond the following morning as Bendy had taken Cranberry to a vacant alley. Trash layed upon every sight your eyes saw, and stray cats of all colors picked through it to find little food to keep alive. Trash cans were filled to capacity and overflowing which caused the massive grime on the ground. A pizza chef was nearby and threw a small pizza at an orange feline. He was a white man, had on an apron decorated with red sauce and a chef’s hat with black boots.
”Get outta here, ya rascal,” he told the cat as if it could speak, and he threw the pepporoni pizza in the distance and the cat chased after it with a mouth-watering sensation in his eating source.
Cranberry has been crying nonstop for the last twenty minutes and Bendy couldn’t stand it one bit. To cease this massive bellowing, he seceretly stole some ear plugs from the same dollar store he had stole the suction cups to kidnap the dark purple infant. In the alley, he gently perched depressed Cranberry on a window sill of an unused household.
”Will you stop crying you stupid kid?” he screeched at what he thought was an insignificant imaginary child. This didn’t help nothing, and Cranberry continue her excessive shouting. What she desired was her mother and father and her companions in Foster’s the most and not a crazy stranger that just yelled at her every five seconds.
”What will make little kids stop crying?” Bendy groaned as he scratched under his chin in pondering form.”I know.”
Bendy made a hilarious facial expression consisting of him sticking his tounge out, his eyes shut tight, and his thumbs near his invisible ears, wagging his hands back and forth. Cranberry viewed this ”lovely entertainment,” and was in not time giggling. This invented into a giant chuckle just moments later.
”Phew!” Bendy wiped the sweat off his head, but, unfortunatley for himself, Cranberry went back to whining. ”SSSH, kid. Do I have to do that crazy face AGAIN?”
No reply was given, but with the little baby still shouting. Reluctantly, Bendy formed the same face he did in the past. Thankfully, Cranberry was happy once more.
This must make it not cry, Bendy thought. Well, do I gotta keep doing this all day or until I might get caught with the kid? I should go get it some toys or something. Yeah, that should keep it quiet for a few hours or so.
With his idea decided, he picked Craberry up from her sitting position, and said softly, ”C’mon, little girl. We’re gonna get some nice toys for you okay?”
”Cranberry!” she shouted.
”That must be your name then. C’mon, Cranberry. We have some shopping to do.” (Well, you wouldn’t call it real shopping due to the fact Bendy owned no currency at this point in time, so it’s really shoplifting.)