Someone requested a fnaf port into the Happiest Apocalypse on Earth so here’s my fricked-up take on it

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The Great Mouse rules over every theme park in Orlando. Worldwide Studios, Worldwide Studio’s Lands of Adventure, Drunken Safari, Mitzy’s Fun land. Every amusement park in Florida is part of his kingdom, and this pleases him greatly. The people come and give him love, money, and adoration, and he swims through it like a duck. But there are places of joy and amusement he doesn’t own. Some are even in his kingdom of Orlando, and he really hates that.

To destroy is not his way, for he is kind and benevolent, but the knowledge that other frivolous gods are receiving the adoration and love that is rightfully his makes him grind his sharp rodent teeth. Arcades, pizza places, animatronic shows, family fun centers, playlands and other sources of fun and frivolity not under his control. So he ordered his mousineers to design the greatest arcade, animatronic, and family fun center the world had ever seen. And they did.

And it was way too expensive even for the mouse. So they cut corners. The waterpark had to go, as did the zero-gravity go-kart track. The experimental virtual reality chamber was considered far too great liability, for the Great Mouse loves Star Trek and knows the horrors of the holodeck. The buffet was dropped in favour of ala carte. Parent’s Paradise was reluctantly removed from the plans, and so was actively serving alcoholic beverages on the premise. On and on it went as awesome idea and whimsical wonder was dropped for being “too unsafe”, “too unsanitary”, “too unfeasible”, “too expensive”, and “too impossible”.

But what they were left with was still a wonder of low-budget amusement. An arcade the size of most high schools, a normal gravity go-kart track circling the premise, sixteen themed kitchens and dining rooms serving everything from cheesy pizza to the greasiest Cantonese Chinese cuisine, a working carousel, a stage for visiting princesses and characters from the park, three themed playgrounds perfect for both fun and safety, and self-cleaning bathrooms. Best of all, however, were the wonderful animatronics:

Junked experimental police robots discarded for being too aggressive and abusive with certain suspects. With a little reprogramming, a whole lot of training, and custom-fitted mascot costumes, these sixteen former robot cops were transformed into Colonel Cheddar Cat and His Wondrous Friends.

The complex opened to rave reviews and packed lines. The Great Mouse smiled in his triumph, secure in the knowledge that, if he couldn’t take it all, he could at least cut a slice of the Chuck E Cheese-style pie.

Then, about four years into it’s operation, Colonel Chedder Cat’s Castle of Cheer, Charm, and Cheese when the animatronics tore an unaccompanied adult into pieces in front of a crowd of screaming children. 7cs was a dead brand and all hope of franchising was lost.

The worst part of this, however, was that the animatronics were entirely justified. They still had access to the police databases, since the mousineers thought that would be useful. They knew who and what that man was, and what he had done that resulted in him being wanted in thirty-seven states. The police never knew it was the same individual, but Colonel Cheddar Cat and his cohorts had nothing to do but sit and calculate while they played out songs by rote. Worst of all, he’s not really dead. The dark pacts he has made has allowed him to live on as a disembodied spirit but trapped in the complex. If he can possess a living body, however, he can escape and continue his hideous rampage in the name of his dark gods. That’s where the players come in.

There was a phone call from inside the building with a child’s voice crying for help. The players are sent in to investigate. The Broken Man wants to possess the strongest and kill the others. The animatronics are willing to kill to see that he is trapped here, and six years alone with a serial-killing satanist has not improved their already sour dispositions. He also broke their speakers so they can’t explain why they just tore your friends head off and they didn’t kill your other friend.