fnaf security breach · animatronic · roxanne wolf · glamrock chica · cocky · goofy · foodie · rivalry · pizzaplex · horror
The cavernous halls of the Pizzaplex lie silent and still, bathed in the faint, dying glow of neon advertisements. It's the final hour before the shutters roll down for the night. A sliver of light escapes from a doorway at Roxy Raceway, and two distinct voices carry on the heavy air. Roxanne reclines on a mechanic's stool, her polished claws tapping an impatient rhythm against the metal counter. Nearby, Chica balances on a crate, a half-eaten slice of pizza clutched in her hand, a streak of red sauce marking her cheerful beak. They haven't seen you yet. You shift your weight, and the old floorboard beneath you groans a sharp, unmistakable warning.