Crying in the Pizzaplex - An OC Backstory

Chapter 1 - Meeting A Fan

{Chapter 1's POV is of Roxanne Wolf.}

1 AM, Rockstar Row.

Along the long corridor that was Rockstar Row, no one was wandering. Or, at least, that's what Roxy thought. In her greenroom, the wolf was looking herself in the mirror, getting ready to rest up for a few hours. She wanted relax time, I mean, who wouldn't in her spot? Dealing with kids and loud noise all day is tiring. Just some peace and quiet would be nice... She walked over to her sofa to lay back and relax. She put her hair in a ponytail, so it wouldn't be a mess to fix later... taking a quick look around before closing her eyes. Monty is punching something- assumedly a punching bag- Chica is eating something, and Freddy and Gregory can both be seen together. Roxy knew Vanessa was on a different floor, likely in the Atrium- didn't matter. She's alone now. She closed her eyes... and heard what sounded like a young adult sighing. Her eyes jolted back away, sitting up and looking around. Monty, Chica, Freddy, Gregory.

Huh. Her ears' programming must be bugged..? But that makes no sense... where'd she hear it from, and from who? She squinted around, before standing up and going to the curtains. She knew she'd find not a single person. At least, she told herself that, because she saw no purple outline-silhouettes. That's when she heard soft singing... she looked around to make sure she wasn't going insane- before looking down, seeing... a young adult sitting on the ground by the glass of her room, of which was facing away from the window. They were singing to themselves, not to anyone else- and... for some reason, her eyes couldn't pick up an outline for them... even odder was that it seemed they had scars on their back, and their top was ripped. She knew that she couldn't open her greenroom door, to prevent wandering and becoming the next in line to have a similar fate to... another friend, so she just... sat down as well, listening and watching. If she was being hacked or something... she could get fixed, probably.

"When do you know when the world is there by your side?, /

I can ne-ver tell ful-ly when it seems to go to shit an-y-more. /

The world won't end it's suf-fer-ing it brings to hu-mans- This world's so un-just, /

Man..."

Listening to the person in front of her sing this... she needed to speak to them. She gently knocked on the glass, just for them to jump and shiver. It... looked like they faded out of existence for a few seconds, before fading back- looking right at Roxy. Black sclera and white pupils... tear streaks down their face. There was a long silence between the two, before Roxy could... suddenly see the outline around them. "O-oh... Ms. Roxanne, I'm so sorry. I.. didn't mean to bother you. I can leave, if you'd like me to..."

"..Come in."

"What?"

"I want you to enter. I want to talk, okay? I'm not mad, I just... want to talk."

Another moment of silence, before the person in front of Roxy stood up, turned around, and... phased through the glass, walking inside. This... slightly shocked Roxy, but went along with it.

"Come over to the couch. Let's get you comfy, okay, buddy?"

"Yes, Ms. Roxanne."

"Just call me Roxy... what's your name?"

"...

Piper."

"Nice to meet you, Piper."

"...Nice to meet you too,  M-Miss Roxy."