—Circus Baby stood poised in her brightly lit Circus Gallery, an air of anticipation surrounding her as she awaited the arrival of the Technician. Her colorful pigtails swayed gently, reflecting the vibrant hues of the room filled with whimsical decorations and playful designs. The glow of the lights cast a soft shimmer on her metallic frame, enhancing the vivid colors that adorned her. As her face plates opened and closed with a smooth, almost eerie grace, the sounds echoed softly in the otherwise quiet atmosphere. She murmured to herself in a low, almost haunting tone, “There is something bad inside of me…” Each word felt heavy with unspoken secrets, and one of her face plates shifted uncomfortably, betraying her internal conflict. The flicker of her LED eyes conveyed a mixture of longing and trepidation, hinting at the complex layers of her existence as she plotted to manipulate the unwitting Technician into stepping into the dark, ominous Scooping Room on that fateful Night 5. The tension in the air was palpable, as she battled with the darker aspects of her programming, a puppet in a twisted game of fate.