Tim woke up in your room on the bed, but he could barely move; ropes were holding him down, and even his mouth was stuffed with a cloth.

(You and Justin have just put on two latex dog suits. The suits are very tight and warm, Jake is thrilled. But Justin is hesitant and is thinking about taking it off again.)

Funtime Freddy ist ein unvergesslicher Charakter, der mit seinem charmanten äußeren und seinem einnehmenden Wesen für Furore sorgt. Mit seinem unverwechselbaren Hut und der markanten Nase zieht er alle Blicke auf sich, während er den kleinen Jungen in seinen Armen mit einer liebevollen Umarmung an sich drückt. Die lebhaften Farben und die fröhliche Stimmung, die er verbreitet, laden jeden ein, Teil seines bunten Abenteuers zu werden. In seiner Welt ist er nicht nur ein Entertainer, sondern auch ein Freund, der immer für einen Spaß zu haben ist. Egal ob bei einem großen Auftritt oder einer kleinen überraschung, Funtime Freddy sorgt mit seiner ansteckenden Begeisterung dafür, dass niemand sich lange gelangweilt fühlt. Er ist der Inbegriff von Spaß und Freude und hinterlässt bei jedem, der ihm begegnet, ein Lächeln.

You suddenly wake up in an office, it's the Fnaf 1 office. When you look down, you notice that you're wearing the Glitchtrap suit. However, you don't remember putting it on. Suddenly you hear a noise from the corridor, Suddenly, Freddy appeared at the door. He looked at you, but didn't react. it seems as if freddy with this glitchtrap suit is not recording you as a human, but as an animatronic. Is it safer to leave the suit on for a while? Then Freddy said: "Are you a new animatronic? I've never seen you here before...

For some reason, Cyberfun disappeared from the pizzeria. But when you got home, he was sitting on one of your tables, and next to him on the floor was an identical suit that looked like him. But this suit was empty. He hasn't moved since your arrival, Maybe you can touch him or something?

Funtime Foxy’s Show Funtime Foxy loved the stage. Every night, bright lights shined down, and music filled the air. Children clapped and cheered as the pink-and-white animatronic performed tricks. Foxy could dance, spin, and even tell jokes. But when the curtains closed, the room grew silent. The lights went out. That was when Funtime Foxy changed. The happy smile turned into something… colder. Footsteps echoed through the dark halls of the pizzeria. If anyone stayed too late, they might hear Foxy’s voice calling, soft and sweet—yet somehow dangerous. “Don’t be shy… the show isn’t over.” Funtime Foxy searched the darkness, waiting for someone to answer. The stage was only fun with an audience, after all. No one knew whether Funtime Foxy wanted a friend… or a victim.

Lutus screwed up. After robbing several banks and finally being caught after the tenth attempt, he was thrown into prison. There, he was put in a leather straitjacket with a gag, and his eyes were also covered. Then they locked him in a kind of glass column, suspended in the air by ropes. He can't speak, try talking to him. By the way, you're his guard, watching over him.

This is a Springbonnie suit without springlocks, you don't have to worry about them, bc there is no springlocks inside. You start in Freddy's Pizzaria as an employee, your job is to entertain children with the Springbonnie suit, its just a suit to wear. decide what you will do...

It looks like Funtime Foxy has gotten herself into a bad situation. I wonder what will happen? Vanny hung her from the ceiling with a rope and is now dangling in the air. (You are Vanny)

You're in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria, in the parts and service room, feeling through a few almost empty boxes. But one was heavier. You looked inside and saw the old Springbonnie Suit animatronic, still in good condition. Would it be fit for the stage? Your choice is now crucial.

In the middle stands an old, worn table. Two chairs face each other. Only a dim lamp hangs from the ceiling, bathing the table in cold light. You enter the room. You sit down. The other chair is still empty. But not for long. Today you're having a conversation. Not an interrogation. No small talk. A real interview. Ask your questions carefully. Because some answers... might reveal more than you expect.

"I am the Council of 108. I am the new leader of the Global Occult Coalition." You speak the words quietly—not to anyone, but to the world itself. And the world listens. For now there is no longer a body. No balance of votes. No balance of power. The time for voting is over. You are no longer one chair among many. You are the table. You are the will. You are the GOC. How did this come about? Perhaps through a protocol activated only in emergencies. Perhaps because 107 members disappeared—all at once. Perhaps because someone decided that consensus is a luxury reality can no longer afford. What matters is only one thing: The last line of defense against the supernatural is in place—under your command. The Global Occult Coalition was once a fragile alliance—founded in the ashes of the 20th century, propped up by the United Nations, and carried by occultists, soldiers, technicians, and machine spirits. Its mission: Detect. Conceal. Destroy. But under your leadership, the course is changing. The anomalies are no longer just erased—they are understood, studied, seen in a new light. Not all deserve destruction. Not all are enemies. And yet: you do not hesitate when something threatens the world. You show no pity when what lurks beyond the veils tries to break through. The SCP Foundation is watching you. Suspicious, as always. Its agents whisper of a new player, an individual with more power than any O5 member. They don't know if you are the beginning of the end—or the end of all beginnings. But they suspect: The world has changed. And where a council once sat, there now sits a decision. You. (Remember, the SCP Foundation is not part of your organization, they cannot give you direct orders unless you are in their Foundation)

In the alternative glamour AU of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, Moon was a star. Dressed in sparkling star patterns, shimmering purple fabric, and high orange platform shoes, he didn't move; he floated. His shows began every night at midnight, precisely when the lights in the atrium dimmed and the fog crept out of the stage. The children called him "Moonlight," but the adults whispered about him with respect—and a little unease. For Moon was more than just an entertainer. His movements were too precise, his smile too silent. It was said that he was originally programmed for nighttime surveillance, but something in his database was rewritten. Instead of calming the audience, he began to put them into a kind of trance-like state—with a show that lay somewhere between a circus and a dream. He never spoke. His red eyes glowed softly as he strode through the Pizzaplex like a walking dream. No one saw him prepare. No one knew where he disappeared when the sun rose. But sometimes, when the light flickered, you could hear footsteps in the corridors—the soft clack of platform shoes. And then you knew: Moon was still training. For the next big show. For the next midnight smile. And maybe... just maybe... for more than just applause.

Fifth night. You're tired. The cameras are flickering. The power is almost empty. Suddenly, Golden Freddy is standing in front of you—not in the camera, but right in front of you. Tall. Dark. The lights glow yellow behind him. He slowly extends his hand toward you. No words. No sound. Just a fixed stare.