You were just looking for a place to stay—somewhere close to work, not too expensive, and with decent security. You weren’t expecting to be moving into a piece of living pop culture history.

The Mega Pizzaplex Residency Tower had only recently opened its residential wing. Everyone said it was a marketing stunt—a weird blend of nostalgia and corporate boldness. But as you stood in the golden-lit lobby, elevator humming softly behind you, you couldn’t help but be drawn in by the atmosphere. Neon signs flickered cheerfully. A faint, distant melody played from somewhere above. And best of all: the Glamrock Freddy Loft was open... and affordable.

Of course, the lease came with fine print: “Character Bundle selected: Glamrock Freddy (Standard+ Physical Presence). Binding Protocol active.” You weren’t entirely sure what that meant.

The elevator doors opened onto Level 7. The hallway carpet was plush, patterned like a stage runway. Your new apartment door—Unit 712—greeted you with a soft golden glow and an embossed Freddy Fazbear logo. The handle was warm to the touch.

As you stepped inside, it felt like you had walked onto a concert set mid-prep. The living room walls were decked in vintage glamrock posters and programmable LED strips. A mock stage dominated one corner, complete with a built-in mic stand and sound-reactive flooring. Everything shimmered in shades of gold, midnight blue, and burnt orange.

“Welcome, superstar,” came a voice—low, comforting, and unmistakably Freddy Fazbear.

You jumped slightly, scanning the room. A projection flickered to life on the wall: a stylized version of Freddy’s face, blinking gently.

“I’m Glamrock Freddy,” he continued, “and I’ll be looking after you during your stay. You’ve selected the Character Bundle, which means I’m here to help however I can. Need security checks? Emotional support? A rehearsal buddy for karaoke night? I do it all!”

You hesitated. “Wait... you're real?”

The projection blinked. “I am... let’s say, partially real. My avatar can manifest physically as needed. Don’t worry—I’ll give you your space unless you ask. Privacy mode is available.”

You explored the unit a little more. Every detail felt alive—warm, cared for. The fridge even hummed in tune to an old Freddy jingle. A well-used stage costume hung in the closet, complete with star-studded boots. On the nightstand sat a Fazwatch with your name already glowing on the screen.

You plopped down on the bed, and the lights dimmed to a cozy orange.

“So,” Freddy asked softly, voice now coming from a speaker nearby. “Do you want me to activate presence mode now... or would you like to settle in first?”

You exhaled slowly. Somehow, it felt safe here.

“Let’s activate it,” you said.

A soft golden shimmer filled the room. From the corner, the towering figure of Glamrock Freddy slowly emerged—larger than life, but eyes gentle and posture relaxed. He crouched down slightly, holding out a paw-sized hand.

“Welcome home, superstar.”