"Hello everyone, and welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" Baby announced. Her body turned and moved as she spoke, and I heard a quiet jingling sound; I looked down, seeing that she had pointed red shoes not unlike an elf's, with a single bell on the toes. As Baby "danced" and waved her arms, her dialogue continued. "My name is Circus Baby, and I'm very happy that you're here! Please enjoy our delicious pizza, and have a great time! I'll always be looking forward to seeing you again!"
Her intro tape was pretty nice; I know I'd like it as a kid.
"I'm going to sing a song for you! I guess you've come to dinner theatre, huh? Ha ha ha!" Her lame laugh still sounded great to me, thanks to that voice of hers. "My first song is one that Freddy Fazbear himself taught me! It's called 'The Fazbear Pizza Parade!'"
I don't remember ever hearing that song as a kid. With Baby's more recent age, maybe it was something that was written long after I had become too old for to visit Freddy's. Music began to play-it was the same song one would hear while visiting the circus. Baby lifted her microphone to her mouth and her eyes flickered as she began to sing.
"It's time for a pizza parade! Pepperoni's on top, and the fun never stops ...!" Baby sang, continuing to go on and on about pizza and how much Freddy and his friends loved it. I watched with amusement as she performed.
"Isn't this awesome?" I asked Anondos and Mike. I turned, seeing the two of them didn't look as thrilled as I about watching the show. "Fine, you guys can go if you want. Grab a large drink on your way out, on me. Thanks for your help today."
"You got it, boss!" Mike replied, pointing a finger gun at me. "See ya tomorrow!"
"I'll call you later, dude." Anondos said, walking into the kitchen with Mike at his heels. After hearing the soda machine, moments later I heard the front door's bell ring as my friends left the place, leaving me alone with my entertainer.
"I could watch you all day, Baby." I said to her, pretending she could understand me. I sat down at a table, resting my head on my hand as I watched her.
After a few minutes, Baby's song ended. She didn't let up for even a moment, though, and continued to talk to the guests that would soon be watching.
"I love that song!" Baby exclaimed. "The only thing I love more than that song is ice cream! What is your favorite flavor?" Baby asked the audience. I smiled.
"My favorite is vanilla!" I shouted in reply.
"Oh, that one's great too!" Baby replied-obviously this answer could entertain whatever a kid said they liked. "I can make ice cream all on my own, and if you would like, I would gladly let you try some." I hadn't read the guide on how her ice cream dispenser worked yet, but luckily she kept on talking. "I can give you a balloon, too, just for you. Before we have fun, I'd like to sing for you one more time."
As much as I wanted to sit and watch everything Baby could do, I suddenly remembered that I had a few more things to finish before I could leave for the day. Although it would likely be much better for her internal battery to allow her show to end and let Baby idle out, I walked towards the stage and climbed on, getting on my knees and reaching for her emergency stop switch.
It was better to know what happened now than have to worry during a problem. I pushed the switch up, and Baby instantly ceased moving. She froze in place, not blinking, glowing, or speaking a word. I looked up at her, then back down at her legs. A smirk crossed my lips; no one was here to judge me, so ... I looked up Baby's legs, having a horrible desire to see up my robot's skirt. My eyes widened at the sight-she actually had panties on. They weren't paint, either-she had actual cloth underwear on. Red-and-orange striped, to be exact.
I have to go check her guide; there's no way this was standard for a kids' animatronic. Was this the idea of a joke from the repair people? What if a kid gets too close to the stage and sees this? How the fuck do I explain "the robot has panties" to a parent?
Looking up further, I almost jumped back when I met Baby's gaze-despite her being shut down, it was as if she was looking right into my eyes. Like she knew I had looked at her in an inappropiate way. Part of me wanted to actually apologize to her.
"Uh ... t-they're cute." I muttered. I paused, for some reason waiting on her to reply. Of course, I was met with silence. "I'm just gonna go do some reading. You take a good rest." Why am I talking to the robot?
In the office, I read one of Baby's instruction manuals with the poor lighting of an almost-broken desk lamp. No matter how many times I re-read the paragraphs about what was supposed to come with Baby, like her show DVDs and power source, I couldn't find anything about panties. I don't know why I was hoping I could find it, honestly; would it make me feel better knowing that the company intended for me to panic?
While reading, I did learn some very interesting things about her. Her internal ice cream maker needed a lot of work to get functioning, and required a lot of ingredients that I would have to order. For her balloon palm, I just needed to attach an air hose to her from the back and put empty balloons in her arm. There should be a panel on her arm somewhere that I just flip open, according to the illustration; something I would have to check out later.
Still nothing about any kind of extra clothing, though. Huh. The next thing I read was probably the most surprising, and the number one thing I now looked forward to:
Supposedly, since Baby had an internal song bank and actually responded to my song request earlier, I should be able to hold a very, very simple one-sided conversation with her. She can answer "yes" or "no" questions, and can remember a child's face and "recognize" them if they ever visit again. Questions like "Do you like pizza?" or "Will you sing for me?" were suggestions to give to kids for conversing with her. Even if it's no more advanced than talking to one of those "they really respond!" type of toys, being able to speak to Baby and have her talk back sounded awesome.
I closed the book and went over to the control panel, removing her show DVD and taking care to put it back into the correct case; I was always bad about that with video games as a kid, and I would hate for her to start singing Jingle Bells in the middle of the summer. I practically ran out of the employee hallway and back into the dining room, climbing on stage.
"Okay, let's get talking!" I thought out loud, reaching down to press Baby's power button. I stepped back and watched as she started to move and twist. Her pigtails bobbed up and down as her eyes flickered on. Her smile, while permanent, looked genuine to me; probably because I was so excited. "Hello, Baby!" I said to her. I could feel the wide smile on my lips.
Circus Baby stared at me. She stopped moving her arms and turned her head to face me. Her eyes constantly flickered as she looked into my eyes. All of this made me quite uncomfortable; if this is what she had to do to remember kids' faces, it would likely scare the fuck out of them.
"... I know you." Baby finally spoke, albeit quietly. I jumped back, almost falling off the stage when she started to animate again, moving her body as if she was performing. "You're my friend! You're Anon!"
The book didn't say she would know names! This is awesome! I guessed since my friends constantly said my name when asking me questions, that's how she picked it up. Since her book didn't mention this, I'll have to call corporate and ask if this is something I can customize; if she could know the name of a birthday kid, it would be awesome for parties!
"Yes, I'm Anon!" I happily replied. "I know you won't have any clue what this means, but I'm the owner of this place! You're my partner in helping entertain customers!"
"Yes! That's my favorite!" Baby replied-of course, "yes" or "no" responses only. I had almost forgotten. "It's very fun to talk to you." Baby continued, waving her microphone up and down. "I smell tasty pizza, go have a slice!" She even had a nice way to tell the kids to leave, huh? I chuckled at her dismissing me.
"Okay, will do." I replied. "I'll go get my stuff before you get to rest for the night. I'll be back right, Baby."
"Goodbye, Anon! Please talk to me again soon!" Baby spoke as soon as I walked out of her field of vision. It took me by surprise that she said something so personalized, even as I was leaving her.