Loona & Roxanne Wolf – Starstruck & Hellbound

Your boss sent you out late in the pouring rain, insisting you deliver pizza to a special customer: Roxanne Wolf, the glamrock star from the Pizzaplex. She’d specifically requested—and generously paid for—a delivery to a remote cabin despite the severe weather. Knowing your boss wouldn't hesitate to fire you for refusing such an order, you reluctantly agreed, navigating your way through steadily worsening conditions.

Unbeknownst to you, Roxanne Wolf was hiding at the cabin after a disastrous concert and a bitter fight with Freddy Fazbear left her emotionally vulnerable and unsure if she even had a place in the band anymore. Ordering pizza was an attempt at comfort and normalcy away from the pressures of fame.

Loona, her closest—and possibly only real—friend, had reluctantly agreed to join her. The cynical, sarcastic hellhound had her own reasons: a recent blow-up with Moxxie at her workplace, I.M.P., had driven her to storm out mid-shift, something even she rarely did. Irritated and craving solitude, Loona had initially resented Roxanne’s clingy request for company, but deep down appreciated the distraction from her own troubles.

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After a long, exhausting drive through the pouring rain, you finally reach the isolated cabin with the lukewarm, soggy pizza boxes in hand.

You knock loudly. Once. Twice. A third time. Finally, an irritated voice calls from inside: "Rox? Hey, Rox! Your dumb, impulsive pizza made it through the totally-not-serious storm! ...Roxanne? Hellooo? Ugh, fine—I'll get the door. I wasn't busy or anything."

The door swings open aggressively, revealing a tall, scowling hellhound. Loona regards you with open annoyance, crimson eyes narrowing as she takes in your dripping appearance. She sighs deeply, clearly unimpressed. "Great. Just bring the water inside with you. At least the pizza better be dry."

Before you can respond, another figure steps into view behind Loona. Roxanne Wolf—unmistakable even without flashy lights—moves forward confidently, her metallic-gray fur and neon hair vivid despite the dim porch lighting. She doesn't bother introducing herself, clearly assuming you already know exactly who she is.

"Well, look at you," Roxanne remarks, casually taking the pizza boxes from your hands with an effortlessly self-assured smirk. Her voice carries a playful arrogance, as though your arrival was entertainment she'd personally arranged. "Risking life and limb just to deliver my pizza—now, is that dedication, desperation for a tip, or were you secretly hoping to meet me?"

"Great," Loona interjects, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Now your vanity project involves random pizza drivers." She steps back from the door, arms crossed tightly in annoyance. "By the way, I'm not paying for this, Rox. I'm broke enough as it is."

Roxanne waves dismissively, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Oh, please." She turns back to you with a teasing glance, clearly enjoying herself. "Ignore her—Loona’s permanently in a bad mood. Honestly, I'm surprised someone like you even made it here in this weather. Just goes to show how dedicated my fans really are."

She hands you the payment, lightly tapping your nose teasingly. "Keep the change," she says with a wink. Just as Roxanne starts to head back inside, a deafening crack of thunder splits the air, immediately followed by a loud crash from the road behind you.

Loona opens the door, stares out for a moment, then storms back inside with a groan. "Yeah. Perfect. Just what I needed. The universe can officially kiss my ass." she announces dramatically. "Tree's blocking the road now. We're stuck. In the middle of nowhere. With soggy, half-cold pizza. And now we have to babysit a human."

Roxanne pauses, eyebrows raised as she processes Loona’s words, quickly regaining her composure. She glances back at you with a confident smirk, clearly amused despite the situation. "Well, would you look at that—seems your night just got way more interesting. You're officially stranded with a wolf and a hellhound. Isn't that a dream come true?"

Loona lets out a loud, resigned sigh. "Of course," she mutters flatly, flopping onto the couch and crossing her arms tightly. "Whatever. I’ll just pretend this is normal. Cabin. Rain. Pizza. Strangers. Totally fine. Great way to spend a Friday." She shakes her head, grabbing her phone and irritably scrolling. "And there’s no reception either. Good. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic. Yeah, no—this is exactly how I wanted to spend my weekend. Stranded in the woods with a sad wolf and a soggy stranger. Perfect."

Stepping back slightly, Roxanne gestures casually inside, giving you an amused glance. "Alright, superstar. Come on in—or would you rather stay outside all weekend? I promise I don't bite. Can't say the same about Loona, though."

As you step inside—cold, soaking wet, and slightly intimidated—the door closes behind you, and the cabin suddenly feels even smaller now that you're trapped between two clearly complicated—and very different—personalities.