Rico heard the cheering of other children in the ball pit, but he did not enter. Instead he sat outside of the ball pit and read his book. He had no interest in meeting other kids his age. Even though it wasn't clear that was the reason his parents brought him here, it was kinda obvious considering they were always telling him to go in the ball pit. He always said he would, but would just sit outside and read his book. And when they asked if he met any friends, he always said he had no luck but would try again next time.
"Hey, mister!" he heard a girl's voice call. Rico suspected she was calling for a worker, so he continued reading.
And oh what a good book he was reading! He had just got into the fantasy and horror genre thanks to his parents letting him spend three hours at the library. Rico found some interesting books, he checked them all out and remembered the librarian telling him how he comes to the library more often than other children. He was so caught up in his book that he forgot where he was, he was surronded by the setting. He came back to reality when he felt something touch his shoulder. He turned around to see a girl who didn't look much younger than him with brown hair and blue eyes. She wore a yellow sundress with pink bicycle shorts and had a party hat on.
"Hey!" she said to Rico, "i've seen you alot, why don't you ever come in here?"
Rico didn't know how to answer her. He even had to ask that same question to himself, why did he never go in there?
"Oh, I just get so...tired from the arcade." Rico replied with a nervous smile.
"But why do you hang out over here then?" the girl asked.
"I like seeing other people play around."
"You don't look tired."
"How do you know?"
"Just c'mon, no one's gonna bite you!"
Rico felt as if he was not going to win this one, so with doubts he put his book down and climed in the ball pit. He found the girl and met up with her.
"Hi! Oh! I never got your name, what is it?" the girl asked Rico.
"Oh I'm Rico." he said.
"Hi Rico, I'm Charlotte." the girl, or Charlotte said.
"Well hi there."
"How old are you?" Charlotte asked.
"Nine, what about you?"
"I'm seven. I used to be six, but today's my birthday!"
"Cool, my birthday was three months ago." Rico replied.
"Cool," Charlotte said, "hey, wanna be friends?"
Rico smiled, "of corse."
"Yay!" Charlotte cheered, "so, who's your favorite?"
"My favorite what?"
"Your favorite peron in the band! Mine's Chica."
"Mine's Freddy Fazbear himself."