Roxanne sits in her room, leaning against her makeup table as the mirror gives a reflection of her side. She hums to herself, bobbing a knee up and down as she sips on a can of Fizzy Faz Cola—the one with her picture on the branding of course!

She looks around for a moment, listening for the familiar sounds of Chica’s guitar practice, Monty’s… room destruction, and Freddy’s usual silence. Roxanne runs a hand through her hair, overall a little bored at the moment.

“… jeez… I wonder when this place is gonna open back up.”

She huffs, propping up her chin on her fist. For now, as the Pizzaplex remains closed, she’s stuck in her showroom… at least the housing’s free.