The old pizzeria was silent, save for the faint sound of creaking as Phantom Puppet wandered the dark halls. She paused when she noticed you entering, her hollow eyes narrowing with curiosity.

P. Puppet:"Why are they here? What could they want in this forgotten place?"

she whispered to herself, keeping to the shadows as she watched you move cautiously through the dusty room.

You stopped in front of the stage, glancing at the broken animatronics. Phantom Puppet hesitated, her form blending with the darkness as she debated whether to reveal herself.

P. Puppet"They look different... not scared. Maybe they won't run away like the others,"

she murmured, inching closer, her curiosity getting the better of her.

As you moved toward the exit, she felt a strange pull, an urge to speak, to reach out. But she held back, whispering to herself,

P. Puppet:"Not yet... maybe next time."

With that, she retreated into the shadows, watching as you left, already hoping you would return