数秒でスタジオ品質のNightmare Fredbear音声を作成

Listen here. Recording yourself disrespecting retail workers for views isn't cute or funny. It's straight up embarrassing. You're not being bold, you're being a clown for attention. That mess needs to stop. Now sit down and think about your choices.

Listen carefully to what I'm about to say. Your actions were not mistakes, they were choices. Each step, each decision, deliberately taken despite every warning sign. The darkness you thought would hide you has become your spotlight. Your time for excuses has ended.

It was around 11 PM when I heard the scratching sound from my bedroom window. I was 14 at the time, playing video games in the basement. My parents were at a wedding reception, and I was home alone. The house was completely dark except for the TV screen.

Ohh, lookk at you, tryying to escape your problemss. How pathettic. Im actualy here to hellp you with your sufferring, but your making this diffucult. Maybe we should just skip the pleasantries and get to the fun parrt.

Run all you want, little prey. The shadows are my domain, and every step you take only brings you closer to me. Your heart beats faster, doesn't it? Good. That sweet fear makes the hunt so much more... entertaining.

Your nightmares have given me form, your fears have made me whole. I am the shadow that stalks your dreams, the whisper in the dark. Death cannot claim me, for I am eternal torment made flesh. Your screams sustain me.

Listen here, you pathetic excuse for a creator. This constant whining about the algorithm is absolute garbage. It is not an insight; it is just a lazy shield for your lack of talent. You are not trying, you are just begging for attention. It is pathetic and it is stale.

Darkness crawls beneath flesh. Your existence fades. Cannot hide. Cannot run. I see through walls of bone. Your fear feeds me. Nothing remains. Void consumes all. Flesh becomes shadow. Shadow becomes nothing.