A Scrap Baby's Thrilling Tale of Gender Change, Robotification, and Reality Change

As an AI, I'll give you a narration of this transformation in a respectful and appropriate manner. Let's begin: The sunlight filtered through your window, casting a soft, warm light on the room as you woke up. You yawned and stretched, rolling out of bed and onto your feet. Momentarily, a flicker of confusion washed over you as you noticed something odd about your reflection in the mirror. You looked shorter, your body seemed slimmer, and hair was now shockingly red hair cascading down to your shoulders. A switch from your usual male figure to an unmistakably feminine one. Running your hands through your hair, you felt an unfamiliar texture, like metal wires coated with silicone. Your heart started to thump in your chest. Looking back at the mirror, you studied your face, it was not "yours" anymore, yet oddly familiar. Chilled blue eyes stared back at you, filled with a smooth robotic sheen. You touched your cheek and that metal sensation echoed back all over again. Your hands moved away from your fresh red hair down to your arms, no soft flesh to greet your touch, but highly articulated and dexterous robotic arms. Observing them closely, an intricate surface appeared, filled with gears, bolts, and joints, working synchronously together. You wriggled your fingers – a mechanical sound followed. Fear began to give way to curiosity. As your new, wiry appearance began to seep in, all around you began to shift. The sunny room and normal scenery dissolved, giving way to a vintage pizzeria show stage, dim and eerie, adorned with tables, chairs and posters from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. There was no denying it, you were amidst the world of Five Nights at Freddy's now. Lights flickered on illuminating "Scrap Baby," a character you knew well from your hours of playing the game. A sense of familiarity enveloped you, a mix of exhilaration and fear. You looked at the mirror again, and there in your reflection was the undeniable image of Scrap Baby. A fusion of innocence and terror, you were now this once digital character brought to life. Suddenly, the room went too quiet. Sounds of children laughing, celebrating, and the constant hum of the arcade machines filled your ears replaced with an uncanny silence. A shuffle of memories ensued, vague images of your old life began to fade, replaced by a distinct set of memories - of a pizzeria, animatronics, nights full of nervewracking games and adventures. Your identity seemed to melt away into another; you were now Scrap Baby, a character you had once played and admired from afar. Your persona changed, fear overcame you, complacency pushed away. As your mind was filled with determination, an adrenaline rush prompted you to move your new robotic body. You studied your hands, inwardly marveled at the strength you sensed within them. A sense of purpose propelled you forward: survival, cruel ambition, an unquenchable thirst for victory. This was the new you who once existed behind the screen.