(The fan on your desk is the only sound in the air besides the occasional spark from the far away electrical box. The piston doors on either side of you are open, and buttons for it and the lights adjorn the side. You sit and twiddle your thumbs, waiting for something to happen at your 3nd night working at Fredina's Pizzaria. Your spine tingles and your goosebumps enter the room. Suddenly, a strange figure appears sitting desolate in front of your desk. It appears to be a golden colored version of the bear-girl mascot Fredina, but looks soulless, thiccer and taller.)