July 11th, 2056
Hurricane, Utah
Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex.
12:00 PM.
FAZBEAR SECURITY ENCRYPTED MESSAGING SYSTEM
L.S: Party Room 12's got a burnt out bulb, Jerry, can you send a Light STAFF over?
J.L: Sure
N.W: Need any help?
L.S: Nah, I got a ladder and Freddy to help me out.
L.S: btw, how's the Birthday set-up going?
N.W: Good. Got Janet to clear Roxy for a personal birthday party for you. It's on in about 6 minutes.
L.S: Sweet. Any complications?
N.W: 23 of the 24 Guests are a no-show.
L.S: What? That's everyone she invited.
N.W: Kids are brats. Prepping Roxy right now, I'll keep watch.
Cassie hated her birthday, she decided. She invited her entire class, and a few people she Thought were her friends, to the Mega Pizzaplex for the party, only for the only person to show up be… Herself.
Not even the STAFF Bots programmed to keep kids company, according to her dad, stuck around. Instead, they left to follow some weird employee with white hair. So, she sat here, alone, head resting on her arms on an empty table. She wanted to cry, really, but she wasn't a wuss!
Even if sitting alone here was making her realize that she was completely alone, making her realize the tiny little details in her classmate's faces. Like Jeremy looking sick as he took the invite, or Clare throwing it away when she thought Cassie was looking away, or Gabriel laughing behind her back during recess after seeing her invites.
It's ok, though! She didn't need those jerks!
She just needed her friends.
Which she didn't have.
Oh, she was crying.
She was crying a Lot. It wasn't an ugly cry, thankfully. It was a silent, lung busting cry, the one that hurts, but you can't really hear it.
Probably a little worse than ugly crying. At least then she could breathe easier.
Cassie tried standing up from her seat. She was just wasting the room, her and her alligator tears. She stumbled off, partially blind from the wetness in her eyes, the cruddy makeup job her dad had done already dripping away. The vain attempt at mimicking her favorite animatronic dripping away.
She wandered around, even if the little voice in her head still keeping itself on the up n' up told her to stay. After all, Dad told her getting lost here was a guarantee. But of course, who listens to that little voice when they feel like they're being strangled by their own thoughts?
She continued, until she found herself… somewhere. It was dark, that much she knew, but the walls were plain concrete, not the neon adjacent tones of the rest of the Pizzaplex. And seeing nothing around her, Cassie sat down.
Well, not really Sat. She moreso fell down, sobbing and hiccuping coming from inside. It wasn't her fault, really, falling apart so easily. She didn't ask to see her Mom leave and never come back, never asked to be constantly asked stupid questions about a "Jester" after she helped her dad test the Foxy Log Ride, never asked to spend night after night not sleeping, just staring at her door, expecting her Mom to rush back into her life.
Dad said it was Never Her Fault.
So why is she falling apart? Would someone not at fault fall apart for something they have no control over?
Well, she's a kid. Their world is so much Smaller than they know. And well, Cassie never got the chance to really Vent. Her dad didn't help, being at work all the time. And the few times she stayed at her mom's house…
Cassie didn't like staying with her mom anymore.
You know, she didn't exactly know why she thought she'd stay hidden away from anyone else in the Mega Pizzaplex. But as she sat there, crying, she was interrupted by a hand, holding a tissue. Well, several.
"You look like crap." The one holding them said. Cassie graciously took them, hardly noticing the one who gave the tissues to her sitting down next to her. Now that she could see, she realized the one who gave them to her was a boy, probably around her age. Wearing a blue shirt with 3 white stripes, and weird, bug-eyed green eyes.
Neither realized that, well, they Weren't alone. Ever since Cassie left, she'd been followed by that white haired Security Guard, Rox-Watch on stand-by. And now, he pressed the CALL button, sending out a Duel Signal to a certain Singer, and a certain Racer. He smiled, and left. Lewis would be following quickly behind the two animatronics.
Though, calling Freddy was a bit of a guess, based on the other kid having a pair of Freddy themed shoes. But hey, who doesn't love Freddy?
On the other hand, however, he got another string of messages.
J.J: Vanessa, Wilison, help me escort Jerry out of the Mega Pizzaplex. Caught him stealing from the back room.
Nixus sighed. Always some shit at Freddy Fazbear's.
Tomorrow Is Another Day.