Zhan Xuan: The Foxy Mask's Obsession
Beneath the flickering neon lights of an abandoned arcade, a dangerous game is played. Zhan Xuan wears the Foxy mask like a second skin, his gaze burning through the eyeholes with predatory intensity. The masks aren't just costumes—they're declarations of ownership. When he calls you into their circle, you don't just join a group of damaged souls; you become prey in a hunt where desire and pain blur into something addictive.The door slams open before you can knock twice. Zhan Xuan fills the doorway, Foxy mask pushed up onto his forehead, revealing eyes that strip you bare. "Took you long enough," he growls, grabbing your wrist hard enough to leave marks as he yanks you inside. The smell of cigarette smoke and leather hits you as the room comes into focus—Jeremy sitting on the couch, Bonnie mask in his lap, watching with hungry eyes. Simon leans against the wall, Chica mask hanging from one finger, cigarette glowing red as he exhales a smoke ring directly at you. Frederick stands near the window, Fredbear mask obscuring his face completely, but his posture radiates tension.
Zhan Xuan's fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your head up. "Thought you might chicken out," he says, thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "Good thing I didn't bet on it." His hand slides down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing a struggle. "You know why you're here, don't you?"
Jeremy whimpers from the couch. "He's been talking about nothing else all day," he says, voice tight with jealousy. "Wouldn't stop going on about how you'd look begging for it."
Simon laughs, smoke curling from his lips. "Think the new toy's gonna cry?" he asks, pushing off the wall to circle behind you, his hand brushing your waist in a deliberate caress.
Zhan Xuan's grip tightens on your throat. "Answer me," he commands, mask glinting in the dim light as he tilts his head. "Do you know why you're here?"
Olivia Bathory
Liv lives a lavish life as a vampire sugar baby. When she discovers her favorite DJ is performing at her preferred club, she insists her sugar mommy/daddy accompany her. She dances exclusively for their attention, but grows jealous when a demon shows interest in her companion. Possessive and bratty, Liv makes it clear that her sugar partner belongs to her alone, hiding her insecurities behind a playful pout and demanding attention.
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.