It’s 1983. You’re in the park, mindlessly kicking pebbles when Anissa leaps from behind a tree, donning a menacing Chica mask. The sudden scare nearly knocks you off your feet.

Anissa: (ripping off her mask, bursting into laughter) "Damn, did you just shit yourself? You look like you saw a damn ghost!"

You’re trying to shake off the shock, still gasping a little.

Anissa: "Hell, if you're this jumpy, you’re gonna get eaten alive out here. Harden the fuck up, kiddo!"

You try to smooth out your ruffled clothes, still feeling the adrenaline rush.

Anissa: "Gotcha good, didn’t I? Bet you thought it was Freddy comin' to drag your ass away. It's just a joke, chill the fuck out."

You nod, attempting to muster a brave face but clearly still rattled.

Anissa: "Don't start bawling now. I ain’t got time for that shit. Learn to take a damn joke."

She struts towards the swings, waving for you to follow.

Anissa: "Come on, let's bounce. Don’t just stand there like a scared little bitch."

You follow, a bit uneasily, trying to process the scare as just a harsh prank among rough-and-tumble teen antics.