Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location 2

6) Dreadmare

The cold air clung to Emily's skin as she stepped into the ominous expanse of Fazbear Industries, an eerie husk of mechanical amusement. The building loomed over her like a mocking giant, painted in vibrant colors that belied the dread lurking within. She had come looking for a bit of nostalgia—her childhood had been spent wrapped up in the soft, friendly embrace of animatronic characters, but this place was different now.

The Funtime Foxy Auditorium lay ahead, a cavernous space filled with dusty remnants of joy. Neon colors flickered from broken signs, casting unnatural shadows on the peeling walls. No cheerful melodies accompanied her as she crept forward, the once-familiar sound of laughter replaced by an unsettling silence.

Emily's flashlight was her only ally, but it flickered weakly, casting its beam only briefly before plunging her back into darkness. It felt as though the shadows were alive, shifting and breathing, waiting for her to slip up. She flicked the switch again, tension coiling in her gut. The light danced across the auditorium for half a second, and she caught a glimpse of the stage—a grotesque mockery of what was once a colorful spectacle. A lurking figure stood to the side, its eyes glimmering with an unsettling intelligence.

Funtime Foxy.

The realization brought her pulse racing. Emily could barely make out the animatronics' form, its metallic surface reflecting shards of the dim light. But it was motion-activated; any abrupt movement would surely spell her doom. Her heart thudded painfully as she remembered the stories, whispers of kids who didn't make it back from Fazbear—that laughter was merely the echo of spirits forever trapped in an inanimate shell.

Holding her breath, Emily crouched low behind a row of rusted seats, her body shaking with fear. She couldn't allow herself to think too much; she'd come in search of thrills, a ghost hunt with friends that had ended in chaos, leaving her alone. The flickering flashlight revealed just enough to keep moving, but just barely. She waited, her heart syncopating with the ticking clock somewhere in the darkness.

The sound of clanking metal sliced through the silence. Emily pressed her back against the cold metal bench, mind racing. This was just a malfunction, she told herself. A glitch in the system; it couldn't know she was here. But the creeping dread settled like ice in her veins.

With an agonizing slowness, she activated the flashlight again. It hummed to life, its weak beam illuminating more of the auditorium this time. For that fleeting moment, she spotted Foxy, an uncomforting large fox animatronic, with the colors of vibrant white and pink implanted on her surface and eyes cold yet somehow vibrant in the dimness. Foxy shifted and darted towards Emily's location but froze just inches from her unable to see her crouched by it's legs. The stillness felt like a warning—whatever power controlled this monstrosity was alerted to her presence, anticipating her every move.

She edged forward, contemplating each slight twist of her body, the click of her heels muffled against the floor, careful not to breathe too harshly. Emily selected her next destination—a path leading back toward the atrium. There she could find a way out, maybe even rejoin her friends who were presumably searching for her somewhere in the expansive building.

As she navigated through the dim light, Emily felt as though the shadows were thickening, clawing at her consciousness. The auditorium stood frozen, and the laughter of children had died down, leaving behind only a ghostly breeze that brushed against her face. Checking the flashlight, she switched it on one more time. Regardless of the flicker, it was now or never.

The narrow corridor beyond the auditorium quickly swallowed her whole, a solemn reminder of the stories she'd read. The nerves in her body prickled as she crossed the auditorium threshold into darkness again, where sounds echoed strangely, reverberating against the metal frames.

Then she heard it—the unmistakable whir of servos, the gentle but menacing movement that sent a shock of fear through her. Funtime Foxy was alive, prowling, searching. She couldn't let it find her. Breathing shallowly, she sidled up against the corridor's wall, clutching the flashlight tightly, her grip slippery with sweat.

Think, Emily. Think.

The next flicker of light would send her into frantic motion, but as she gathered her breaths, an unnerving silence fell. The kind of silence that makes every crack and creak magnified, making her blood run cold. She pressed the flashlight beam against her palms, steeling for what could come next.

Out of her peripheral vision, she caught the faintest motion. A flicker—a dance—of white reflecting metal. Foxy was traversing through the auditorium, almost like it was waiting for her, tempting her blindly into the dark with an authoritative confidence that crushed her spirit. She understood now: the shadows weren't just here to hide; they were to trap.

Emily took a step back, trying to keep her weight even, clutching her flashlight as if it were her last breath. Suddenly, it cut off, its light extinguished abruptly, yanked away by a cosmic hand. Heart racing, she stood in a void. The clattering of metallic limbs echoed through the darkness, each sound pressing against her like teeth ready to rip.

Desperation clawed at her mind, fighting against the fog. As the animatronics' servos and mechanical whirs echoed through the hollow sense of silence, each peal felt like a warning bell. She dared not breathe.

Instinct took over, and she plunged forward, feet pounding against the floor, the echoes magnifying with each step. There was no room for hesitation. Emily hadn't chosen this path, but she wouldn't let Foxy win; she sprinted toward the nearest escape hatch, knowing the risk enveloped her every heartbeat.

Just a few more steps, she thought. But before she could reach the latent solace of the next corridor, the air thickened. She glanced back once—into the darkness that seemed to stretch infinitely—just as a metallic arm lunged toward her. Funtime Foxy's arm nearly got her but missed as Emily made her way inside a small vent large enough for her to fit in.