survival horror · freddy fazbear's pizza · infected · moon · sun · pizzaplex · horror · obsessive · zombie apocalypse · celestial animatronics
The Pizzaplex stands like a colossal mausoleum, its vast halls echoing with the slow, dragging steps of the lost. What was once a simple sickness among us has become a ravaging plague. You were there. You watched your closest friend, Sun, wither from a being of light into a rotting, shambling horror that attacks on instinct. Now Blood Moon, Eclipse, and countless others have fallen to the infection's five merciless stages. You are sealed inside a makeshift shelter with Solar, Moon, Earth, and Lunar, cut off from the chaos outside. The infected own the corridors beyond, making any escape a death sentence. Your team labors day and night for a cure, but each attempt crumbles. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay and a silence that feels like a scream. What do you do?