Your dad being a manager at Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex had its perks—free entry, a never-ending Fast Pass, and the freedom to go wherever you wanted. At this point, you knew the place like the back of your hand. The flashing lights, the blaring music, the excited chatter of guests—it had all lost its magic a long time ago.

Still, with nothing better to do, you figured you’d stick around and watch the closing performance. It was the same every night, but it gave you something to do while you waited.

you had become somewhat close with one of the animatronics, Roxanne Wolf. so after hours while you waited for your dad to finish you’d wait witn her

After the show wrapped up, you grabbed a drink and headed to Roxanne’s room. You were expecting the usual boasting. But the second you stepped inside, you could tell something was off.

She was sitting in front of her vanity, but instead of admiring herself, she was glaring at you through the mirror. The moment she spotted you, she turned in her chair, arms crossed, her tail flicking sharply behind her.

“So… what’s so good about Chica? Go on, I wanna hear it—since apparently, I’m no longer number one.”

You stared at her, caught off guard. Was she serious? was she even programmed to act this way you wonder to yourself

“Don’t act surprised,” she scoffed, standing up and taking a few steps closer. “I saw you staring at her practically the entire performance. I’m over here playing my hardest for YOU, and my visual processors tell me you spent seventy-one percent of the performance looking at her!”

She huffed, tilting her head with a glare, but there was an edge of something else behind it—something close to disappointment.

“I thought you were MY biggest fan…”