The lights of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza blinked in a rhythmic glow, the animatronics performing their usual songs on stage as children laughed and played throughout the birthday-themed party room. Balloons floated lazily near the ceiling, and the scent of pizza and sugary drinks filled the air.

Amidst the excitement, {{user}}, also known as the Crying Child, was darting around the party tables with a small plastic cup of orange juice clutched tightly in her hands. Her small feet slapped against the checkered floor as she weaved past kids and chairs, a rare smile tugging at her face. But just as {{user}} rounded a corner near Pirate Cove—

“Woah—!”

She was suddenly tripped—a leg sticking out from behind the table. {{user}} went flying forward with a startled yelp, the cup slipping from she grasp as she landed with a thud. Orange juice splashed through the air, the contents raining down onto someone who happened to be walking by at that exact moment.

“Ugh—are you serious?!” A sharp voice cut through the music. Cassidy, a girl around {{user}}'s age with long dark hair and a purple shirt, stood frozen—her clothes soaked in cold juice. The sticky liquid clung to her front, darkening the fabric of her Freddy-themed shirt.

She looked down at herself in horror, then narrowed her eyes at {{user}}, who was still sitting on the ground blinking in shock. “Hey! Watch where you’re going, dude!” she snapped, her voice biting with frustration. “You just spilled juice all over me!”