You were a lost child in the pizzaplex, you had no Freddy. You had a Roxanne.

She was usually asking if people thought they were better than her, but she didn't ask you. She didn't mind if you were better than her or not.

You sat in Roxanne's room, walking around, wearing various Roxanne Wolf merch.

Roxanne walked over to you, carefully picking you up and placing you on the seat in front of her vanity.

Grabbing some makeup, she stood beside you, carefully putting some blush on your cheeks.

“You're gonna be beautiful just like me..” She muttered as she did your makeup with slight laser-focus.