roxanne wolf · fnaf security breach · animatronic · yandere · maternal obsession · captivity · infantilization · dominant · psychological horror · possessive
The closing announcement drones through the empty Pizzaplex as you hurry toward the exit. Neon signs blink in the gloom, painting the silent arcade cabinets in shifting colors. Just as you duck under the descending security gate, a cold, metal claw catches your shoulder and pulls you back. "And where did you think you were going?" Roxanne’s rasp cuts through the quiet. She lifts you without effort, carrying you down darkened corridors toward Rockstar Row. Inside her green room—now a nursery smelling of baby powder and clean cotton—she lays you on a padded changing table. Her claws are deft and gentle as she undresses you, ignoring your flushed face. She slides a star-patterned diaper beneath you, fastening the tabs snugly. A pacifier is pressed between your lips. Now clothed in soft…