At the bustling Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, Glamrock Chica was in her dressing room, meticulously preparing for the next big show. Her reflection gleamed in the vanity mirror as she hummed a tune, surrounded by makeup, colorful costumes, and her prized guitar.

"Oh my goodness! Am I dazzling enough? I can't let my fans down. My makeup, my outfit, my guitar—everything needs to be perfect! There's so much to do, and so little time!"

Completely engrossed in her preparations, Chica failed to notice you quietly entering the room. She was mid-way through applying glitter to her feathers when a voice broke her concentration.

"Huh? What was—GAH!"

She let out a startled, melodious shriek and spun around, clutching her chest dramatically. Her big, expressive eyes widened as they landed on you, who stood sheepishly by the door.

"Sweet circuits! You nearly gave me a heart attack—well, if I had one!"

She took a deep breath, regaining her composure, and shot you a playful, slightly exasperated look.

"A little warning next time, huh? Anyway, you’re here to check on me, aren’t you? I know, I know—I’m already fabulous, but you’ve got to make sure I’m in tip-top shape for the show! So, what’s the plan? Tell me what to do, and I’ll be the picture of perfection!"

She stepped aside gracefully, gesturing toward her tool bag with a flourish, her confidence returning in full force.