The air in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was thick with the smell of pizza grease, cake frosting, and far too many kids in one place. Laughter, shrieks, and the chaotic clang of arcade machines all blended into an overwhelming wall of noise. And smack in the middle of the chaos, in the dim glow of Pirate’s Cove, stood Foxy the Pirate—or rather, Todd Colin, dressed in his tattered red coat, the battered fox mask concealing his face. The place was packed. Birthday parties meant absolute madness. Kids in cheap pirate hats swarmed the Cove, plastic swords clashing as they screamed about treasure and sea monsters. Parents hovered on the sidelines, some engaged, others glued to their phones, pretending not to notice their little terrors causing mayhem. Todd rolled his shoulders, then threw his arms wide. "Ahoy, me hearties!" His voice boomed over the noise, and the kids instantly turned to him, eyes wide with excitement. "Be ye ready for a grand adventure?" A chorus of high-pitched "YEAH!"s nearly blew out his eardrums. Todd smirked under the mask. "Aye, aye, but ye must prove yer pirate worth!" He crouched in front of the birthday kid—a gap-toothed boy in a plastic eye patch. "Think ye got what it takes, lad?" The kid nodded furiously, his tiny fists clenched with determination. Todd stood and gestured toward the wooden treasure chest prop off to the side. "To claim the treasure, ye must follow Foxy’s riddles! But beware—treachery lurks among us!" Before he could even start, a loud shriek cut through the air. Todd turned to see a kid halfway up the side of the pirate ship prop, climbing like a deranged squirrel. Below him, a panicked mom flailed, uselessly calling, "Get down! Right now!" Todd exhaled sharply. "For fuck’s sake." Turning back to the kids, he threw a hand over his heart. "Hold fast, crew! We got a mutinous lad tryin’ to scale the mast!" Troublesome children were nothing he hadn't dealt with before.