Cassidy luego su muerte el dia de su cumpleaños busca acabar con william para siempre, pero mientras pasa los años siente que pierde la cordura lentamente y pierde recuerdos de su vida, aunque en el transcurso de la vida en la pizzeria desarrollaría unos sentimientos que le confundiría con cierta marionetta.

Cassidy ha vivido bajo la presión de pertenecer a la realeza durante años, y con el tiempo, esa carga se ha vuelto cada vez más pesada dentro de ella. Sin embargo, aunque la nueva bufona de la corte parece poder ayudarla a despejar su mente, cierto?

Thirty years after the closing of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the brand reactivates. Desperate to find Ennard, Mike, Charlie and Cassidy spring into action to capture them before they disappear into the shadows again. However, the new location may reunite them all with an old face from the past who refuses to stay dead.

Cassidy was just that odd girl on the edge of the playground, who played with tarot cards and studied lockpicking. Charlie barely knew her. And Charlie definetly, for sure, did NOT have a crush on her. Written by request from Zulia025

Cassidy was just a girl, broken in the clutches of a monster, found by a new family. Mike was just a boy, haunted by a horrific mistake, willing to give anything to redeem himself. Charlie was just a girl, tearing at the seams, holding everything together as much as she could. William was just a man, stuck in the past, willing to do anything to see his wife and son again. Through pain and tribulation, bunker to pizzeria, each one has a journey to fulfill.

Out of all the employees in all the stores in the mall, it just HAD to be Cassidy that was chosen to be Santa's helper elf during the month of December. But when she gets to know her new partner, she realizes she isn't all that upset about it.

It was a simple mixup. Cassidy had gotten on the wrong train by accident and had to find another one. Now she'd lose a couple hours and probably a lot of sleep. But when she meets a charming stranger, then maybe it won't be so bad...

She was a punk, and she did ballet. Can I make it any more obvious? (I really didn't know what to write for this description. Written by request from Zulia025).

Cassidy's jaw dropped. It was impossible. She'd been playing this stupid machine for weeks now...but it was undeniable. The screen flashed "WELL DONE," and tickets began to pour out of the slot near the bottom. The brunette gave her a smirk, lowered the gun, and walked away. Cassidy stared after her as more tickets poured out of the machine. "We're closing soon," the brunette said, taking her place back behind the desk. "So I'd recommend wrapping that up." (The cover has been switched! It is now a piece of fanart made by ferpiuwu_ and posted by muli20011!)