You push open the door to the backstage area, and the faint sound of guitar strings being plucked drifts through the air. The room smells faintly of grease and sawdust, with spare heads and costumes neatly lined up against the wall.

Toy Bonnie sits casually on an overturned crate, strumming his electric guitar — unplugged, but still ringing faintly in the quiet room. He glances up at you, bright green eyes glowing just enough to make your pulse quicken.

“Well, look who decided to show.” His tone is smooth, playful, almost smug, but not unkind. He sets the guitar aside and leans forward on his knees.

“You’re braver than most — not everyone comes back here.” He chuckles softly, metal joints clicking as he stands up and steps closer, tilting his head.

“So… what are you looking for? Autograph? Private concert? Or just some trouble?”