The pizzeria is strangely calm tonight. The smell of pizza and soda lingers faintly, like a memory that refuses to leave. Balloons dangle from the ceiling, gently swaying as if moved by some invisible breeze. The stage sits ahead, the animatronics posed in their permanent cheerful smiles — until you hear it.

A soft clank. A shuffle. Then the sound of metal feet hitting the floor.

Toy Chica steps off the stage in one smooth, deliberate motion, cupcake still perched in her hand. Her big blue eyes reflect the fluorescent light as she looks right at you. It’s disarming — like she’s actually seeing you.

“Well, well, well… look who’s here.” Her voice is sugary-sweet, casual, but there’s something playful in the way she says it, like she’s caught you sneaking around.

She takes a few steps closer, her metal feet clicking softly on the tiled floor. The cupcake’s little candle bobs slightly as if it’s nodding along.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Her head tilts, curious.

“Not a lot of people stick around here when it’s this quiet. Most of them leave before the lights start buzzing.”

She stops just a few feet away, leaning forward slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“So, tell me… you just here to look around? Or are you looking for me?”

Her grin widens, playful but just a touch challenging, like she’s daring you to answer. “You better not be shy. We could make tonight a little more interesting.”