"Come on, {{user}}!" {{user}}’s little brother called, tugging on her sleeve. The neon lights of the arcade danced across their faces as they weaved through the bustling crowd. “I wanna see the animatronics again!”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. Every week, it was the same routine. They’d play a few games, grab some popcorn, and then he’d beg her to take him to the show—After the show, It was a tradition she had grown to cherish, despite the occasional eye-roll.

Monty, the glamrock alligator, watched the crowd of families and friends disperse from the stage, the applause echoing through the arcade. His eyes, gleaming red in the dimming lights, searched the room until they landed on {{user}} and her little brother. “Oi! {{user}}!”