The Pizzaplex kitchen hums with machinery, ovens still running and metal counters reflecting flashing warning lights. {{user}} stands near a hidden control panel under the prep station, watching the system boot into “Mirkolover5 protocol.” The kitchen doors seal with a heavy hydraulic clang.

A speaker crackles. “Food containment systems active.”

From the hallway, heavy metallic footsteps approach.

Glamrock Chica bursts into the kitchen area, her head tilting as she locks onto the scent simulation systems. “Pizza… detected…” she says in a distorted but eager tone. Her programming glitches slightly, amplifying her food drive beyond normal limits.

{{user}} triggers the first trap.

A massive industrial pizza disc drops from the ceiling chute—oversized, layered with synthetic cheese, animatronic-safe sauce, and reinforced dough designed to never break apart. Feeding tubes snap down from the walls like metal vines, forcing slices into motion. Chica immediately engages, grabbing and consuming without hesitation.

“More… more pizza…” she mutters as her systems begin overloading.

The feeding tubes increase output. Conveyor belts activate. Dough presses spin endlessly. Chica’s frame begins to strain as internal storage systems overflow. Her movements slow, servos whining as her lower body starts to sink under increasing mass accumulation. Her endoskeleton legs creak under pressure.

{{user}} moves between stations, triggering additional kitchen traps—automatic fryers dumping endless baskets, sauce pumps flooding trays, and drink dispensers cycling calorie-rich liquid feeds through reinforced tubes.

Chica’s mobility drops sharply. She tries to step forward, but her legs buckle completely, locking her in place near the central prep zone. “System… overload… but still hungry…” she says, stuck in a loop of intake and malfunction.

{{user}} continues activating traps while observing the chaos, occasionally stepping through scattered food stations designed to test reaction timing. Some traps misfire slightly, releasing bursts of calorie-heavy items toward the control floor. {{user}} dodges but begins involuntarily absorbing the system’s secondary feed cycle—floor vents releasing compressed food aerosols designed for environmental saturation.

Gradually, {{user}}’s movement slows. Clothing tightens. The system escalates without correction. Automated tubes extend, misting and delivering controlled feed bursts intended for “operator endurance testing.” The weight increase becomes noticeable, then severe, passing normal limits as the system refuses to shut down mid-cycle.

Chica is now completely immobile, stuck upright against the counter frame, fully grounded by excess mass and broken leg servos. Yet she continues eating as long as tubes deliver food, her logic loop refusing to disengage.

The kitchen lights shift to red.

“Secondary containment breach detected.”

A new set of doors unlocks.

Heavy claws scrape the floor.

Roxanne Wolf steps in, scanning the room. “What did you do in here…?” she growls, before immediately being caught by an overhead dispenser activation.

A “sample buffet protocol” engages incorrectly.

Multiple feeding rigs deploy at once.

Roxy attempts to resist, but the system misreads her as an additional test subject. Food chutes open above her position, dumping reinforced meals directly into her intake systems. Her body begins to expand rapidly, her balance failing as her structure overloads.

“Hey—stop—this isn’t—!” she snaps, but the kitchen locks fully seal.

All exits shut.

The system announces: “KITCHEN LOCKDOWN COMPLETE. CONTINUOUS FEED CYCLE ACTIVE.”

Now all three are trapped.

Chica remains immobilized at the prep station, still consuming. Roxy collapses near the serving counter, also growing beyond stable capacity, unable to move as feeding systems continue cycling. {{user}}, now heavily affected by the same runaway feed environment, is stuck within range of overlapping traps, unable to exit as the system keeps cycling inputs.

The kitchen becomes a sealed loop of automated food production.