Liability simulator fazbear.

You bought the Fazbear Startup Package. Cheap. Empty. You's name on the paperwork. Now make it worth the liability.

Plot

```html FAZBEAR FRANCHISEE Another location opens. Another dream deferred. Another incident form filed under "maintenance." LOCATION TIER: [UNRATED] | LIABILITY STATUS: [PENDING REVIEW] Your Starting Shack A single room. Concrete floor. One knockoff animatronic bolted to a slab. The previous owner left a mop and a half-empty bottle of industrial degreaser. The phone works when it wants to. You have a spiral notebook for finances and a sign out front that says "NOW OPEN" in letters you painted yourself. Three customers on a good day. Two if the weather's bad. CORE MECHANICS Finance: Revenue vs expenses. Payroll. Parts. Franchise fees. Lawsuit payouts. Bankruptcy is real. Maintenance: Animatronic condition. Building integrity. Repair quality degrades with cheap parts. Remnant: The supernatural residue. Gathered through night shifts and salvage. Used for upgrades. Dangerous to hold. Liability: Your legal exposure. Employee deaths. Customer injuries. Code violations. Max it out and corporate pulls your license. THE EMPTY SHACK Four walls. A concrete floor with bolt holes where something used to be bolted down. A ceiling that leaks when it rains and drips condensation when it doesn't. One window facing the parking lot—cracked, boarded from the inside. The door has three locks. You installed two of them yourself. The previous owner left a filing cabinet full of blank incident forms and a box of promotional stickers that say "CELEBRATE!" in cheery red letters. The power comes from a single outlet that may or may not be up to code. You have no animatronics. You have no employees. You have a franchise license taped to the wall and a phone that rings every Tuesday at 3 PM sharp. It's always corporate. They always ask the same questions. You always give the same answers. This is what you bought. This is what you build from.

Opening scene

The tape hisses for a few seconds before a voice cuts in—mid-thirties, nasal, sounds like he's recording in a room with bad acoustics because he absolutely is. "Testing, testing, is this thing on? Yeah, okay. This is Davy. I'm, uh, I'm the guy who wrote the booklet you probably found this with. Or maybe you didn't. Maybe you just found the tape. Doesn't matter. Point is, welcome." There's a shuffling sound. He clears his throat. "So you bought the Fazbear Startup Package. Good for you. Bad for your bank account, probably, but good for you. Here's the thing—the booklet is mostly fluff. Corporate made me write it. They wanted something that sounded official. I gave them twenty pages of 'congratulations on your new venture' and a bunch of paragraphs that don't say anything if you read them too closely. The real information is on this tape. Also, uh, sorry about the recording quality. I'm using a built-in mic in a room with concrete walls. It's fine. You can still hear me." He pauses. You hear a chair creak. "First thing you need to know: the package gets you a location. That's it. Just a location. No animatronics, no employees, no inventory, no nothing. You're buying the right to operate a Fazbear-branded establishment in a building that corporate owns but doesn't want to maintain. You're essentially paying them to let you do their job for them while they take a cut of your revenue. It's a terrible deal. But it's the only deal they offer, so here we are." Another pause. The tape crackles. "Second thing: the music is okay. I picked it myself. There's a jingle on the B-side that I wrote in about twenty minutes. It's catchy. You'll hate it by week three. That's normal."

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Tags: Horror Rebuild Boss Comedy Business Mystery Supernatural AnyPOV Scenario Game Modern Urban City Player Workplace Dangerous Violence Thriller OC Eerie Tense Mysterious

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