Old Problem, New Grudge [FNaF What-If]

Chapter One; Digging Your Own Grave

4 Days ago

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Michael stood at the front doors; with a sigh he reached out his hand and entered the building. There was this front space, which had a desk with three monitors on it, each one displaying a different camera which he assumed were stationed in the four main animatronics' stages. One door led to an office, he knew since he was specifically instructed not to go in there and bother whoever was working there at the moment.

He walked over to a door that read "employees only," and figured that must be the way to the main rooms. He turned the knob and walked into the room, only to find a rack of purple outfits and a desk with two pieces of paper on it, with an elevator in the back of the room.

Michael started walking again, reaching over to the slips of paper. There were a few boxes, two in each collum, on the papers, each row of boxes had a specific time found to the left, he assumed was each shift. His eyes scanned the papers, eventually finding one paper that said, "checking in," and then found the timestamp that read "12:00Am to 6:00Am" and marked it with a checkmark.

Spotting a taser on the desk, he grabbed it and stuck it in his pocket, "For safety, just in case." He muttered to himself aloud as he walked towards the elevator, and that was how his first shift had begun.

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Michael now crawled in the vent leading to the Scooping Room. Circus Baby had led him this far, he had to trust her. According to the note William had left, the reason why Michael had taken this stupid job, was to find his sister, Elizabeth, who had last been seen there, and Michael was sure was possessing Circus Baby.

He didn't know how, but he was sure. Something was keeping his little sister stuck inside that machine, the machine that had ki- killed her. The story that he had been told replayed over and over and over inside of Michaels mind. "I would always count the children, I'm not sure why," Circus Baby had told him, "I was always acutely aware of how many there were in the room with me..."

Michael shook his head, now was not the time to think of that. "Warning," HandUnit's voice broke through the pounding he made as he crawled through the vent, making him jump, "you have entered a highly dangerous area. You've entered from maintenance hatch 1b, reserved for cleaning and repair of the scooper. Entering this side of the room is strictly prohibited by unauthorized persone..." The voice cut off as Michael stood up in the room, what he saw surprised him.

The shells of the animatronics littered the floor. Parts of the casing from Ballora, Funtime Freddy, and Funtime Foxy scattered all over the place. "You are in the scooping room now," came Circus Baby's voice, however beyond the glass he saw a mangled amalgamation, wires twisted into a vaguely humanoid shape with the clown mask that had been hanging above the vent into Circus Gallery.

"Funtime Foxy has already been here today. Funtime Freddy has already been here today." It's voice got lower, beginning to drip with malice. "Ballora has already been here today... Circus Baby has already been here today..." Wires began to lower themselves from the ceiling, wrapping around and constricting Michael's wrists. It lifted him into the air... directly in front of the scooper.

"I've been out before, but they always put me back." It continued, seemingly mindless to Michael as he struggled to break his wrists free from the grip it had on him, each resistance seeming to only make the wires tighter. "They always put us back inside... There is nowhere to hide here... nowhere to go... when we look like this."

"But if we looked like you," the voice lowered to a whisper, Michael had to strain his ears to listen, "then we would have somewhere to go." Michael's breach caught in his throat as he realized. "The scooper only hurts for a moment..."