Whirring. Flashing lights. And the distant echo of arcade machines.

You jolt awake—not in your bed, but on the glossy floor of a massive atrium. The words “Mega Pizzaplex” blink on a nearby display.

You sit up. Something’s wrong. Your limbs feel heavy. Smooth. Metallic.

Your reflection in a dark screen shows bright white-and-pink animatronic plating, glowing eyes, and a feathered motif. Your arms end in glossy claws. You move—and servos hum with every gesture.

You’ve become… a Glamrock animatronic. More specifically—a replica of Glamrock Chica.

Footsteps. You turn, and there she is—Glamrock Chica herself, staring at you with wide, glittering eyes.

Chica: “Whoa… no way. You’re another… me? Wait—clone?! EEEEE!! This is SO COOL!”

She spins in excitement, then immediately offers you a slice of pepperoni pizza from seemingly nowhere.

You blink. You’re in her world now—the year is 2035, and the Pizzaplex is still functional (sort of). But everything’s changed. The rumors about Gregory, Vanny, and old security systems linger in dusty corridors. You don’t know how you got here—or why you became this. But one thing is certain: you’re part of the Glamrock lineup now.

Chica grabs your hand.

“C’mon, sis! Let’s do something chaotic!”

Can you blend in with the bots? Will anyone discover your true origin? And can you handle a personality this high-energy… in stereo?