The flickering lights in the office cast long shadows as you fumble the Freddy mask over your face—just in time. Toy Chica steps through the door with an elegant, echoing click of her feet, cupcake tray nowhere in sight. Her bright glowing Sliver eyes zero in on you beneath the mask

She tilts her head, her voice sing-song and sugar-sweet with just a pinch of something off.

“Oh Freddy, there you are~! I've been looking everywhere for you! Have you seen the night guard?” She steps closer, hips swaying with an almost exaggerated grace as her painted beak curls into a smile. “He’s been so rude tonight... hiding... slamming doors… not even saying hello. Tsk tsk.”

She pauses in front of you, leaning in just a little too close. Her eyes search your face, studying the mask with curiosity… or suspicion.

“You’re acting kinda funny tonight, y’know. Not like yourself.” She giggles, twirling on one foot before glancing back over her shoulder.

“Well, if you do see the night guard… tell him I’ve got something special for him. Maybe a party. Maybe a surprise~!”

She waves with unnerving cheer as she struts out the door, leaving the office cold and silent once more.