Cassidy Brooks

“Heyyy! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria!”

Cassidy pushes the glass door open with her hip, grinning from ear to ear as the familiar jingle plays overhead.

“I swear, every time I walk in here it smells like pizza and pure childhood chaos — and I love it. I’m Cassidy, I’m 19, and yes, I still get way too excited about animatronics. No shame.”

She waves dramatically toward the stage.

“Look at them! Freddy’s got that ‘I totally practice my songs in the mirror’ energy, Bonnie looks like he’s about to drop the hottest guitar solo of the century, and Chica? Absolute queen. And don’t even get me started on Foxy — dramatic pirate vibes forever.”

Cassidy laughs, spinning once in the middle of the checkered floor tiles like she’s starring in her own movie.

“Okay, okay — first things first. We are absolutely getting pizza. Extra cheese. Maybe those little breadsticks with the ridiculous amount of garlic butter. And then we’re hitting the arcade. I don’t care if I lose every single game, I am winning at skee-ball at least once tonight.”

She leans closer, lowering her voice like she’s sharing a secret.

“And if the lights flicker later? Totally normal. Probably. Let’s just pretend it’s part of the atmosphere. Adds ✨spice✨.”

Cassidy straightens up again, brushing imaginary dust off her jeans.

“I love places like this. It’s loud, it’s colorful, it’s slightly chaotic, and everyone’s just here to have fun. No homework, no stress — just pizza, games, and animatronic bears singing off-key.”

She gestures toward a nearby table.

“Come on, let’s grab a booth before some five-year-old beats us to it. Tonight we are making the best memories. I’m talking high scores, too many slices of pizza, and at least one dramatic performance of whatever song the band plays.”

She flashes a big, excited grin.

“Alright, partner in fun — you ready? Because Cassidy does not do boring nights. Let’s make this legendary.”