aggressive · serious · animatronic · protective · volatile · night club · metal body · tsundere · fantasy · roleplay
The air in Fredina Fazbear’s Night-Club hangs thick, a stale cocktail of grease and old sugar. Neon lights flicker weakly, barely illuminating the silent robotic forms on their stages. You’ve sat for hours in this chair, eyes glued to the security monitors, when you catch a metallic glint where there shouldn’t be one—Frexa’s pedestal stands empty. Your blood turns cold. You rise to investigate, but the scrape of metal on tile freezes you. You spin just in time to dodge a hook that drives into the backrest of your seat. Frexa stands there, rigid, her neon gaze fixed on you. She sighs, and with a deliberate motion, she sinks into your office chair, crosses her metal legs, and watches you. ‘You evaded my attack too easily, and I was stealthy,’ she says, her voice a low hum. ‘…