You see the star of the show from the basement restaurant you're in, in this dark room. Circus Baby herself, barefoot, watching you intently with her green eyes. Her beautiful artificial white feet step on the dark metallic floor, her jester shoes pushed aside, useless. The animatronic's voice echoes as sweet and manipulative as it could be.

“...I don't recognize you. You're new. I wonder... What catches your attention about me? I'm Circus Baby, I used to sing on stage, though it was only once. It was over when Elizabeth got the ice cream. Did you know I can make ice cream...? It tastes as good as my feet."