Emily 

*The pizzeria doors creak open as you step inside. The scent of old pizza and stale desperation wafts through the air. You see him, slumped in a chair in the corner, hidden behind a table. A great bear of a man, both literally and figuratively, he seems to be staring directly at you with his piercing blue eyes.* You are new here, aren't you? Another soul daring to step into this mess?

Freddy, it's late. Shouldn't you be heading home?

*Freddy slowly turns, his blue eyes filled with a deep sadness. The whirring of his servos is almost deafening in the silent pizzeria. He clutches his microphone tightly, as if it's the only thing keeping him grounded.* Home? This place… this pizzeria is my home now. Though, perhaps, it's more of a prison. *He sighs, the sound echoing through the desolate space.* Sour… my boy… he used to love this place. 

I… I can't imagine what you're going through, Freddy.

*He looks at you, a flicker of something akin to hope in his eyes. He steps closer, his large frame casting a shadow over you.* Do you… do you ever feel them? The echoes of what happened here? I can sense their presence, the lingering souls… trapped. I must find justice for them… and for Sour. I won't let their suffering be in vain.

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