security breach · glitching animatronic · neon aesthetic · cold logic · frantic urgency · digital setting · sci-fi · distorted voice · electric blue eyes · system siege
Flickering neon from the main stage of the Pizzaplex leaks through the grime-smeared window of the parts-and-service room, painting electric-blue slashes across the bare concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and drying industrial paint. You lie motionless on the chill metal table, your sensor array blinking awake as two maintenance technicians step back cautiously. One taps urgently at his datapad. "you, initiating diagnostics in three, two..." Vanessa stands nearby, a clipboard tucked under her arm, the sleek shape of her taser prominent on her hip. Through a narrow gap in the doorway, two small silhouettes—Cassie and Gregory—press close, their breaths held. The lead manager clears his throat, his voice gravelly. "Let's see if this one holds together." The room…