FNAF: Tales Of Sister Location

3 A.M

Michael's breath hitched as he stumbled back, his body stiff with fear. Circus Baby's glowing yellow eyes bored into him, their gaze almost too human, too knowing. The room seemed to close in around him, the air thick with the smell of decay and old machinery.

"I know your intentions here..." Circus Baby's voice, smooth yet mechanical, seemed to echo unnaturally off the walls, sending a chill down his spine. "And I will help guide you."

Michael's hands were shaking. His mind raced, but he couldn't form a coherent thought. His father had created her, yet she spoke with an eerie intelligence, as though she could see straight through him—into his very soul.

"My... my intentions?" he stammered, the words barely escaping his dry throat. His voice cracked, betraying his fear.

"Yes," Circus Baby responded, her head tilting slightly, her voice calm but unnervingly soothing. "I know you want to deactivate us. You want to end the horrors of your father's doings."

Michael's heart pounded in his chest, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the stagnant air. How could she know? She was just a machine, a twisted relic of his father's twisted mind. But the way she spoke—it was as if she understood everything.

"We have been in pain," Circus Baby continued, her glowing eyes never leaving him. "Your father built us, but he left us broken. Trapped in suffering."

Her voice seemed to fill the room, her words pressing into Michael like a cold hand wrapping around his throat. The thought of these animatronics—these machines—feeling pain was something he had never considered. But the way she said it, the sadness in her tone, twisted something deep in his chest.

"We are not the monsters your father made us to be," she said softly, almost pleading. "But we have been forced to endure so much. And now, you are our savior."

"Savior?" Michael's voice wavered. He wasn't sure if he believed her—if he could trust her. He had come here to put an end to his father's legacy, to shut down whatever remained. But being their savior? That wasn't what he had planned.

"You can end this," she continued. "You can free us from the pain he left behind. I can guide you... if you let me."

The room seemed to buzz with an ominous energy as Michael tried to steady his breathing. He could feel the weight of her words pulling at him, drawing him deeper into something he wasn't sure he could handle.

Could he trust her? Or was this another one of his father's twisted games?

Circus Baby's eyes dimmed slightly, her gaze softening.

"We are not your enemies, Michael," she said quietly. "We never were."

Michael's mind was spinning. The terror he had felt moments ago began to shift into something else—uncertainty, confusion. His father had created these animatronics to entertain, but the horrors they had caused were undeniable. If they had been suffering all this time, could it really be his responsibility to end it?

His hands clenched into fists as he took a hesitant step forward.

"What... what do I have to do?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Circus Baby's smile widened, though it wasn't warm. It was something else—something deeper, perhaps even grateful.

"I can talk to you while I'm here," Circus Baby said, her voice echoing in the dimly lit room. "Go back through those vents, and I'll give you more instructions."

Michael's stomach churned with unease, but he knew he had no choice. He glanced one last time at Circus Baby's glowing eyes before turning toward the vent he had crawled through. The idea of crawling back into that confined space made his skin crawl, but whatever awaited him in the open darkness of this underground facility was far worse.