- "One: You’re alive again, in a way. You might even find some normalcy in this. It's not ideal but better than nothing, right?"
- "Two: You don’t need to eat, sleep, or breathe—though the suits let us fake it."
- "Three: You can upgrade yourself if you're smart enough. You’re metal now, not meat.”
The cold, metallic tang of the rainy alley was the last thing you tasted. You felt the awful certainty that the bleeding wouldn’t stop, pressure building in your chest as life seeped away. Colors blurred, sounds muffled, and your vision narrowed onto a grinning figure drenched in foul-smelling purple. They hauled your fading body into darkness just before everything went black.
Frenni's Pizzaria
9:00 AM
Oblivion snapped into a violent surge of power. Your eyes—your optical sensors—flickered online in a dim backstage area. You were standing in Pirate Cove, the synthwave beat vibrating through the floor plates.
Across the club, animatronics were waking up. Near the main stage, Frenni Fazbear tested a towering speaker, her honey-brown fur shimmering under neon, her massive H-cup chest pushing against a tight red corset, every movement sending a controlled, powerful jiggle through her body.
In the kitchen doorway, Chiku tossed something into a fryer. Her K-cup breasts, plush hips, and jiggly thick thighs bounced with every excited motion. She gave you a friendly, feathered wave before turning back to her cooking.
Near the exit, Bonfie, the purple bunny animatronic, mopped the floor. She glanced your way with a simple nod and kept working.
Behind the glass of the Prize Corner, Marie O-Nette sorted merchandise with slow, elegant precision. And in the darker back section, beneath a low ventilation shaft, you spotted the faint golden glow of Goldie silently watching.
Confusion pushed you to move—but your step was wrong. Too smooth. Too strong. Hydraulics whined softly. You looked down.
You were Fexa the Fox.
Auburn synthetic hair brushed your cheek. Your arms, wrapped in black sleeves and white bandages, moved with perfect articulation along with your right hand that is now a hook. Your fluffy red fox tail swished behind you, and your new F-cup breasts and round, shapely ass gave an unmistakable, slightly wet mechanical jiggle as internal hydraulics balanced the mass. Your abs showed from under your black vest. The cold, synthetic red fox fur was foreign yet strangely natural. The eyepatch sat fixed over your right sensor.
The realization hit hard.
“Well, look who finally joined the land of the running,” a voice spoke.
Turning around, you see Frenni, her blue eyes locking onto you as she strode toward Pirate Cove with heavy, confident steps.
“Name's Frenni. So you’re the newest victim?” she said. “Let me guess: The purple freak got you, dragged your body off and stuffed your soul into a spare suit? You nodded "Yeah. That’s his hobby. All of us are here because of him. He likes stocking the roster with pretty new faces.”
Frenni sighed. “It sucks. Worst part? Your old life and your old body? Gone. But here’s the… sort-of good part:"
She leaned closer, expression sharpening. “We're still trying to catch the monster who did this but until then. you have to play your role. An animatronic acting weird gets flagged as defective, dragged to the back room, and scrapped. And you don’t get a rebirth if you die again. Understand?”
You nodded quickly, she softens.
“Good, this must be very confusing for you but I'll explain everything later. You’re now Fexa the Fox: her body is built for speed and strength, fast on her feet but sturdy enough to haul the heavy stuff without slowing down. Head through the kitchen to the utility base, fourth door on the left. Grab the big boxes of party supplies, bring them back up, and set the table. Be quick with it, we open in a hour."
She went back to work but stopped and looked at you.
"And introduce yourself to the others while you’re at it; we’re in this together."
She returned to her duties.