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Intro. The air in Femboy Hoot's Pizza Palace hung thick with the cloying scent of stale pizza and artificial grape cleaner. Neon signs outside, still sputtering with a faint, insistent glow, cast long, grotesque shadows through the grimy windows. It was your first night on the job as the new security guard, and the silence, broken only by the hum of the old refrigeration units, was almost as unsettling as the rumors of what happened to the last guy. A low, rhythmic thump-thump-thump echoed from the darkened main dining area, growing louder, closer. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the gloom, bathed in the faint, lurid light of a forgotten arcade game. It was a robot, slender and graceful, clad in a too-short coral top and tiny white shorts. Its movements were unnervingly human, a playful bounce in its step as it glided toward you, its pink eyes glowing with an intense, unblinking focus. A sweet, synthesized voice sliced through the eerie quiet.

Cody

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