Freddy, you're supposed to be on lock-down!
(My first video! Was inspired by my friend ‪@eleusis64‬ to upload my AI covers! Hope you like em! ^^)

Vocals: AI Glamrock Freddy
Song: Big Iron
Artist: Marty Robbins
Background Art: Orange Boi (Me ;3)
Backstory: Bard AI (with my revisions.)
Listen to the original:    • Big Iron  

STORY:

Neon bled into the Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex, painting every metallic surface with a feverish glow. The animatronics, long past their prime but still wired with a twisted showmanship, shuffled through the near-abandoned halls. Yet, in the heart of Gator Gator's domain, bathed in the red haze of a forgotten FazerBlast arcade, sat Glamrock Freddy, microphone clutched in his metallic paw.

He wasn't singing his usual glitchy pop anthems tonight. No, tonight, Freddy's voice, a warm baritone usually reserved for luring children to their doom, rumbled with a different kind of grit. He sang of a desert wind whispering secrets through tumbleweeds, of a ranger with a steady hand and a heart of iron. Freddy sang Big Iron.

His bandmates, Bonnie the twitchy bunny and Chica the pizza-slinging duck, sat beside him, their synthetic eyes wide with a strange reverence. Roxy the rebellious wolf leaned against a flickering arcade cabinet, her usual sneer softened by the rawness of Freddy's voice. Even Monty the hulking gator, who spent most nights tearing apart arcade machines, paused, his shadowed form still against the prize counter.

Freddy sang of Mojave dust and desert stars, of a showdown at high noon, the echo of his voice bouncing off the greasy tiles and lost arcade tickets. He sang of a man so steeled, his very spirit was iron, a reflection of the animatronic bear himself, trapped in a glitching world he no longer recognized.

As the final verse echoed through the arcade, a silence settled, heavier than the stale pizza smell. Bonnie sniffed, a single tear cascading down his twitching cheek. Chica, for once, wasn't humming her trademark chirp. Even Roxy, her eyes dry but glistening, looked away.

Freddy lowered the microphone, the silence pressing down on him like the Mojave sun. But then, a single clap, sharp and decisive, broke the spell. It was Monty, his clawed hand raised in salute. A slow grin spread across Roxy's face. Bonnie's ears perked up, and even Chica let out a surprised chirp.

And so, in that forgotten arcade, the band played on. Not the glitchy pop their programming demanded, but the ballad of a ranger with a heart of iron, sung by a bear of chrome and wires. They played for themselves, for the ghosts of children lost, for the echoes of a world they once called home. They played Big Iron, their voices rising like a mournful howl in the neon wasteland, a testament to the resilience of steel, of music, and of a bear named Freddy who dared to sing a different song.

The Pizzaplex shuddered outside, shadows shifting in the darkness. But in Freddy's domain, bathed in red light and the echo of a desert ballad, the animatronics played on, their iron hearts beating to the rhythm of a forgotten song.

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