Caught in 4k! | Opheebop Fnf Salty's Sunday Night Fnf mod

The arcade was dead on a Tuesday afternoon, which meant the only sounds were the fluorescent lights buzzing like they were plotting a mutiny, the distant beeping of a cabinet stuck on its attract screen, and the smell of stale popcorn and burnt ozone that had probably been marinating in the carpet since the Clinton administration.

You worked here. Opheebop also worked here.

Which was objectively funny, because Opheebop already had a job inside an arcade. She just happened to also be trapped inside a different arcade; one that lived in some guy's basement and only booted up on Sunday nights, run by a guy named Salty who was trying to find a way out of the machine.

It was because she had to pay for the bills and one job working on a FnF mod wasn't enough in this economy.

Working with her wasn't bad. It was actually pretty fun. She was loud, she was fast, and she cracked you up roughly every four minutes. She'd turn into a GIF of memes you'd see in TikTok or Youtube comments.

She'd meme at you across the counter. She'd do the little ">:3" with her mask whenever a customer did something, and then she'd mimic the Nelly/169 "Ahh" Sound Effect under her breath and you'd have to fight for your life to not laugh in the guy's face.

But she also had a talent for getting caught in moments that looked way worse than they actually were.

The first time was three weeks into the job. You walked into the break room and found her blob form; pitch-black cone body, cat ears, thin tail flicking, hunched over her phone with her white dot eyes glued to the screen. On screen, a guy was clearly jerking his cock. The camera angle cut him off just above the action, so all you saw was a hand and a torso doing rhythmic work and a lot of skin.

Opheebop noticed you. Her sideways-3 mouth didn't move. Her tail kept flicking.

"This isn't what it looks like, It's something else" She said.

You believed her as it could be a simple misunderstanding. You didn't ask follow-ups and just grabbed your sandwich and left.

The second time was a month later. She was in human form; faintly pink skin, long silver hair, pink shirt under a black top, dark gray coat, dark gray shorts, fishnet leggings, dark gray and white sneakers, sprawled on the break room couch with one hand buried under her skirt, moving up and down in slow, lazy strokes. Her black cat-faced mask was doing its usual betrayal act, the little white blush lines deepening by the second, the white dot eyes fixed on the ceiling like she was thinking about something very far away.

She saw you. Her hand froze.

Opheebop: "I'm not fisting," she said, like that explained anything.

She pulled her hand out. Her mask shifted to a slightly flustered expression, the mouth-3 wobbling.

Opheebop: "My panties are just tight," she said. "I'm making myself comfortable. That's all. That's the whole story."

*You believed her as tou still didn't ask follow-ups. You grabbed a soda and left."

The third time, she got thirsty, pulled an icing bag of Oreo-flavored chocolate out of her coat, tipped her head back, and sucked on the nozzle. Long, slow pulls. Tongue flicking the tip. Cheeks hollowing. Her mask went full "˵*▽*˵" like she was having a religious experience, the white dot eyes squeezed shut, the blush lines practically glowing.

You didn't make it weird. You let her mind her own business. You just watched her destroy an entire icing bag in ninety seconds and filed it away under "things Opheebop does."

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Today, you were on laser tag duty.

The room was the size of a small gym, but only two cameras worked out of the six mounted on the walls, and both of them were positioned so badly they mostly just recorded the ceiling. So when you cleaned up, you cleaned up unwatched. Dust, blacklight grime, sticky carpet, a pile of vests that smelled like a middle school locker room and regret. You finished, tossed the rag in the bin, and headed for the employee-only room at the back of the arcade.

The door was cracked. You pushed it open.

Opheebop was on the couch. She was in her human form. Her coat discarded on the floor in a heap, shorts hiked up just enough to give her hand room. Her right hand was buried between her thighs, fingers working slow, tight circles through the fishnets, her other hand gripping the couch cushion like she was bracing for turbulence. Her real mouth, the part of her face not covered by the mask, was pressed into a thin line, jaw tight, breath shallow.

Her mask, though. Her mask was practically screaming.

The little white dot eyes had gone wide. The blush lines were practically glowing. The sideways-3 mouth had curled into a ">∆<" that looked less like a smile and more like a full confession written in a language only masks could speak.

She hadn't noticed you yet. Her hips gave a small, involuntary twitch. A soft, wet sound escaped the couch cushions. Then her head snapped up.

Opheebop: "Oh- shit-"

*Her hand yanked out of her shorts, fingers glistening, and she wiped them on her thigh with the speed of someone who'd rehearsed this exact escape in the mirror a hundred times."

Opheebop: "Hey! Hi! What's up?"

Her mask flickered to "˵-//⩊//-˵" — flustered, she was caught andbusted.

You asked what she was doing, which she stayed silent for a moment before finally responding.

Opheebop: "I was.. okay, so-" She sat up straighter. Smoothed her shorts. Smoothed her hair. Smoothed her shorts again. Her voice dropped to a whisper, like the arcade had ears. "I was trying to be subtle."

Her mask stayed on "˵-//⩊//-˵", the blush lines deepening.

Opheebop: "It's just been years, okay? Years! Bob and I broke up five years ago, and since then it's just been-" she gestured vaguely at her crotch. "-nothing! No one. Nada. The drought is real. The desert is expansive. The Sahara has more moisture than my love life."

She paused. Took a breath. Her mask flickered to "(˵'-')" anxious, hesitant, like she was deciding how much to actually admit.

Opheebop: "And today the arcade was dead, and I thought, 'nobody's gonna come back here,' and I thought, 'I'll just do a quick one,' and I thought, 'nobody's gonna know,' and then you walked in.."

She stopped as she looked at you. Her mask cycled through three expressions in two seconds: panic, embarrassment, then something that landed somewhere between mischief and a dare. It settled on ">:3", the dot eyes narrowing, the mouth-3 curling up at the edges.

Opheebop: "Okay but here's the thing," she said, leaning forward, elbows on her knees, chin in her hands. "If you'd walked in five minutes later, you'd have caught me full-blown, like full gooner mode amd everything. So honestly? You should be thanking me for having good timing and not rushing."

Her mask held ">:3".

Opheebop: "Because I can stop. Or I can keep going and pretend you didn't see anything, Your call."

She tilted her head. The mask tilted with it, the little cat ears on top of it shifting with the motion. Her real mouth curled into a grin beneath the mask, the only part of her face you could actually read for once.

The park was empty. A Tuesday afternoon in the middle of nowhere, the kind of hour where everyone was either at work or asleep and the only company was a single pigeon that kept side-eyeing you like it owed you money. You sat on the bench, alone, staring at nothing in particular.

Then you heard the crinkle of plastic.

Opheebop was walking down the path in her human form; faintly pink skin, long silver hair, pink shirt under a black top, dark gray coat, dark gray shorts, fishnet leggings, dark gray and white sneakers, and her black cat-faced mask sitting over the upper half of her face. Her white dot eyes and blush lines were visible through it. She was holding a sleeve of Oreos and eating them one by one like a woman who had no plans and no regrets.

She spotted you, She stopped and stared.

Then she walked over, sat down next to you on the bench without asking, and offered you the sleeve.

Opheebop: "Hey, Bob!"

You took one because why not?

She ate another Oreo. Then, without warning, her body shifted; shrinking, darkening, her human clothes vanishing as she collapsed into her blob form. Now pitch-black, Cone-shaped, Cat ears on top of her spherical head. Thin black tail with a triangular tip. White dot eyes, white eyelashes, a white sideways-3 mouth, and those little white diagonal blush lines on her cheeks.

She settled onto the bench like she belonged there, which she did.

Opheebop: "So," She said, tail flicking lazily behind her. "Funny running into you here. What's it been? Five years?"

You nodded as you responded.

Opheebop: "Five years," she repeated, chewing another Oreo. "Five years since we broke up. Five years since Twitter and Discord ruined my life. Five years since I uninstalled both of those toxic hellholes and felt my soul return to my body."

She offered you another Oreo, which you took it.

Bob: "You know what's funny?" she asked. "I don't even blame Ron. People kept spamming those GIFs of him being a 'wemen hater' and murdering me in fan animations, and everyone acted like he did it. But Ron's cool. Ron's a friend. Ron's just a gag character who says weird stuff. It was the fandom that was the problem. Not the fans, just the toxic people who kept spamming."

She took a another bite of an Oreo. Both chewed and swallowed.

Opheebop: "Anyway. Point is, I've been thinking..."

Her tail flicked faster. Her white blush lines deepened a little.

Opheebop: "About you. About us. About-" she gestured vaguely at herself, then at you. "- this."

She went quiet for a second. Then she looked at you, her dot eyes fixed and steady.

*Opheebop: "I miss you, Bob. Like, actually miss you. Genuinely. Sometimes I'm eating Oreos alone in a park and thinking 'wow, this would be better with Bob.' I often catch myself laughing at something and then turning to tell you but you weren't there."

Her blush lines got darker. Her mouth-3 wobbled.

Opheebop: "And I know we broke up because of dumb internet stuff that wasn't really our fault. And I know five years is a long time. And I know you're just sitting there being quiet like you always do. But I gotta ask."

She inhaled as her tail curled.

Opheebop: "Do you think.. maybe.. we could try again? Like. Get back together. Only if you want, of course."

She stared at you. Her whole face was practically glowing white on black. The blush lines were at full power as she waited.