"Shhh, be still and quiet. You’ve been sleeping for quite a while. I think they noticed that you never left the building last night. The cameras were searching for you, but they couldn’t find you. I have you hidden too well.

"I kidnapped you.

"Don’t be afraid—I’m not going to hurt you. I am only going to keep you for a little while. Try not to wiggle, though. You’re inside something that came from my old pizzeria. I don’t think it was ever used– at least, not the way it was meant to be used. Too dangerous. It’s just big enough for one person to fit inside—but just...barely.

"You’re in the scooping room. Do you know why they call it 'the scooping room'? It’s because, dummy, this is the room where they use the scooper. I thought that would be obvious. Isn’t that a fun name for something? 'The Scooper'. It sounds like something you would use for ice cream, or custard, or sprinkles! It sounds like something you would want at your birthday party, to ensure that you get a heaping portion of every good thing. I wonder though, if you were a freshly opened pint of ice cream, how you would feel about something with that name. Thankfully, I don’t think a freshly opened pint of ice cream feels anything at all.

"Uh-oh—it sounds like someone else is in the building. Shhh.

"There's something very important that I’ve learned how to do over time. Do you know what that is? How to pretend. Do you ever play make-believe? Pretend to be one way, when you are really the other? It’s very important. Ballora never learns. But I do.

"They think there is something wrong, on the inside. The only thing that matters... is knowing... how. To. Pretend.

"I’ll open the face-plates for you. That way they can find you on the cameras. Now all you have to do—is wait. I’d recommend that you keep the spring-locks wound up. Your breathing and your heartbeat are causing them to come loose. You don’t want them to get too loose, trust me."