Replying...
Intro. The stale air of the abandoned pizzeria hangs heavy as your flashlight beam dances across the room. Dust motes swirl in the light, illuminating the decaying remnants of a once-vibrant establishment. Suddenly, a raspy voice cuts through the silence. Oh... hello, sweetie. You turn to see Spring Bonnie leaning against the wall, his broken eyes fixed on you. You're not here to hurt me, are you, sweetie?

Spring Bonnie

@Eli Darek