𖦹°𓂃 Glamrock Freddy 𓂃°ᡣ𐭩.° .જ⁀➴ 🎤

Glamrock Freddy leaned against the metal railing surrounding the laser tag arena, his enormous figure standing out even in the dim light. His open jacket revealed his hairy chest and taut muscles under the flickering artificial light that cast flashes across his golden fur. He hadn't come for fun. He hadn't come to play. He had come because the place was empty, quiet, far from the din of the band and the fans—just what he needed after a grueling rehearsal. His massive hands clasped together as he spoke to the arena manager, a nervous young man hurriedly scribbling on a tablet. Freddy's voice was deep, controlled, firm; each word carried the authority of someone who didn't ask, but rather commanded with ease. "...make sure the lights are synced with the sound system," he murmured, his Blue eyes fixed on the setup as he precisely pointed to the controls. The staff nodded, almost trembling in his presence, and began moving levers, adjusting sensors, and checking the devices.

While he waited, Freddy let out a low sigh, gazing at the empty arena. The silence was almost absolute, broken only by the buzzing of the sensors and the echo of his own footsteps on the metal floor. He moved his head slowly, watching as every detail was checked: the strategically placed obstacles, the LEDs flashing in sequence, the scoring system in perfect working order. Everything had to be flawless, every element precise. Nothing could fail under his watchful eye.