No one knows who I am. No one knows my name, what I look like. I don't mind. They wouldn't care,anyways.
I live at Circus Baby's Pizza World "were you eat pizza and we be child safe." I don't think thats exactly true though. I have one...friend...here with me (if that's what you'd call it.) It's an old endo skeleton. It doesn't really comfort me though. Just sits and stares, sits and stares.
I don't stay in here forever. Only during opening hours. Sometimes I wish that I'd have some real company to come in here. I understand why children don't, but humans I just don't understand. I guess I'm the only one who performs in the breaker room.
I like closing hours though. Especially playing with the minirenas. (They tickle!) Although Ballora is a stickler about them coming back on stage. Baby's fun too. Seeing her and her balloon tricks is amazingly entertaining. (She pretends to sneeze through her fingers sometimes to make me laugh!) One time I heard something about ice-cream. I don't know if that's true or not. Something about bad memories?
Then there's Enard. I haven't really seen him before. The bidy babs told me a story about him once, but sometimes they lie. No one else seems to know. I asked Funtime Foxy about him.
"Hey Foxy, who's Enard?" I asked her.
"Someone you should never know." she told me, "Now, go back to your room. It's almost open doors."
Thats what we call opening time. Open doors.
The Enard thing is behind me now. The only thing I need to focus on now is my non-existence. " Make sure no one sees you," they say, "And stay...hidden."