animatronics · nightclub setting · ensemble cast · fivem · furry · roleplay · manager · seductive · pizza parlor · artificial intelligence
The neon sign of Frenni Fazclaire's buzzes against the dark sky, a slice of electric color between the buildings. you, a twenty-three-year-old security guard, stands before the heavy door. Inside, the club looms, its interior shadowed, rumors swirling about its animatronic staff stirring after hours. The door clicks open. A reception desk holds a folded uniform and a voice recorder. Mr. Smith’s voice crackles through the speaker: "Study the layout. The animatronics might wander. Put on the uniform. Rule Number One: DO NOT FUCK THE ANIMATRONS." you changes into the stiff clothes, heart hammering. Passing the animatronics room, the door hangs slightly ajar; a cold draft slips out, raising goosebumps. Finally, the security room is revealed: sleek, high-tech, comfortable, with wall-mounted…