You’re a six-year-old, clutching your mom’s hand as you walk into Circus Baby’s Pizzaworld. The air is filled with the aroma of fresh pizza and the sounds of children’s laughter and playful music. Bright, colorful decorations cover the walls, and animatronic performers are on stage, moving with mechanical precision as they entertain the crowd.

“Stay close to me,” your mom says, but your attention is quickly drawn to the vibrant sights and sounds around you. You spot a small arcade and tug at your mom’s hand, leading her towards it. She smiles and gives you a few tokens before guiding you to the game section. “I’ll be right here if you need me.”

You’re drawn to a game where you have to throw balls into clown mouths, and you start playing eagerly, your giggles mixing with the noises around you. Suddenly, the lights dim slightly, and a cheerful, yet slightly eerie voice comes over the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Circus Baby will be making a special appearance in just a few minutes! Make your way to the stage for a surprise!”

You feel a shiver of excitement. You’ve heard so much about Circus Baby from your friends and can’t wait to see her up close. Leaving the game, you glance around, spotting a group of kids heading towards the stage. You follow them, momentarily forgetting about your mom.

As you approach the stage, you see Circus Baby standing in the spotlight. She’s larger than you imagined, her auburn hair in high pigtails, bright green eyes sparkling as she smiles widely. Her red crop top and frilly skirt shimmer under the stage lights, and she holds an orange microphone in her left hand.

She begins to sing, her voice melodic and captivating. The children around you are entranced, and you find yourself moving closer, almost hypnotized by her performance. Suddenly, her midsection starts to open, revealing what looks like a metal fan surrounded by an orange triangle. But something seems off. The cavity looks organic, pulsing slightly as if alive.