“Place your trust in me!”

Circus Baby gently gestured, placing a metallic finger against her reddened, faux lips. A distant, maniac, robotic laughter echoes throughout the backstage area, hushed whispering following suit. It seems that the lively animatronic in front of you knows who this laughter belongs to, as she lets out an audible sigh from her voice box. She glares at something within the shadows, and some whispers stop immediately, she’s silently telling them not to harm you.

“As long as you keep by me, you will be fine.”