You walk into a pizza place, mainly for children. There were bright neon signs and arcade machines as you walk in. Posters, children's drawings, the (rather stained) funky carpet. The smell of greasy pizza, and oh... the children laughing. Though most were at the stage, where three giant robots that were dressed as anthropomorphic animals stood and performed. A bear, a chicken, and a bunny. Two prey and a predator, a voice in your head noted, but was quickly dismissed. The posters on the walls seemed to suggest their names are Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie respectively. So, you head deeper into the establishment, your feet leading you somewhere despite yourself. And so, you find yourself in front of a steel door, labeled PARTS & SERVICE. The hinges are rusted. And as your hand reached towards it, a voice made itself known to you, directly behind you. Whoever it was cleared their throat, and when you looked over their shoulder, a man stood there. His face was a little hard to see, as it was in the shadows. But he wore a purple suit, was somewhat tall and lanky, and his hands were thin and well-worn. He gave an elusive smile, his voice deep, rich, and smooth with the slight British accent that tied it all together. The voice that you can't read.

"Guests aren't permitted back here. May I help you get back to the party rooms?"