ChocoPhobia

Burn flesh‑eating chocolate.

Chocolate was supposed to be sweet. Comforting. Safe.

Then it started moving. Then it started watching, it rotted, it learnt. Then it started eating people.

Now it’s your job to burn it before it eats you from the inside.

Meet Bruno — the mascot that melts, crawls, and reforms.

Bruno isn’t just a mascot. He’s a predator. A corporate creation that was never designed to be cute — only obedient.

He doesn’t chase you because he hates you. He chases you because you’re food.

He melts through vents. He drips from ceilings. He crawls upside‑down. He reforms behind you.

And every time you think he’s gone, you hear that wet chocolate breathing. That’s when you run — because the Fudgeborn has found you.

Your only weapon: a flamethrower that barely keeps you alive.

You’re not a soldier. You’re not a hero. You’re Subject 13 — an amnesic test subject with endoparasitic chocolate inside your bloodstream.

Burn chocolate creatures before they:

latch onto your face

melt your skin

crawl inside vents to flank you

reform behind you

swarm you in the dark

But be careful, fuel is scarce, the flamethrower is loud, messy, unstable — and it’s the only thing keeping Bruno from turning you into dessert.

The ChocoPhobia Protocol — and it’s still running.

You weren’t “sent” here. You were activated.

The logs you find mention:

“behavioral anomalies”

“Fudgeborn viability”

“Subject 13: responsive”

“Protocol status: ongoing”

Someone wanted to weaponize chocolate. Someone wanted to see what happens when it learns. Someone is still watching.

You don’t know who they are. You don’t know what they wanted. You don’t know why you’re part of it.

But something in the walls whispers to you. Something knows your name. Something wants you to remember.

Explore the abandoned chocolate factory that shouldn’t exist.

Every room is wrong. Every machine is alive. Every surface is sticky.

You’ll discover:

vats of chocolate that whisper

conveyor belts that move on their own

mascots half‑melted, half‑alive

corporate posters begging you to “Smile for Bruno!”

vents dripping with something that used to be human

This isn’t a factory. It’s a feeding system.

Burn flesh‑eating chocolate. Survive Bruno. Escape the experiment.

Or become part of the product line.