FNAF: Tales Of Sister Location

5 A.M

Michael's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he couldn't comprehend what had happened. The cold metal restraints bit into his wrists as his body hung limp against the wall. The room was familiar-too familiar. He was back in the Scooping Room.

Panic surged through him as he tried to move, his muscles straining against the restraints, but it was no use. He was bound tight, held in place by the same cold metal that had sealed his fate once before. Ahead of him, looming like a nightmare, stood the Scooper.

The machine was silent now, but Michael could still hear its distant whirring in his mind. He had seen what it could do-how it dismantled the animatronics with brutal efficiency. And now it was waiting for him.

From the far right, Circus Baby emerged from the shadows, her glowing eyes fixated on him. The remains of the other
animatronics lay scattered across the floor-Funtime Freddy, Ballora, and the others-all torn apart, discarded.

"Thank you, Michael," Circus Baby said, her voice carrying that eerie calmness that made Michael's skin crawl. "You've been a great help."

Michael's heart raced as her words sank in. He looked frantically to his left, where Ennard stood, twisted and silent, its glowing eye staring back at him. The wires and parts that made up Ennard's body twitched slightly, almost as if they were anticipating what was to come.

"Let me go!" Michael shouted, his voice echoing off the cold walls of the room. He pulled harder against the restraints, but they didn't budge.

Circus Baby tilted her head, her mechanical smile widening. "I'm afraid that's not possible. You've done everything we needed, Michael. You've led us to this moment. And now... we need you."

Michael's breath came in ragged gasps as his gaze flicked toward the Scooper, dread filling his chest. He knew what was coming. He had seen it happen to the others. He knew what it would feel like.

"Please, no... don't do this,"
Michael pleaded, his voice barely a whisper.

But there was no mercy in Circus Baby's eyes. She took a step back, leaving the space between him and the Scooper clear. "We need a body, Michael. A vessel.

And you.. will be our host."
With a sharp, metallic whirr, the Scooper came to life, its arms extending slowly toward him. Michael's heart thundered in his chest as he struggled in vain against the restraints, every fiber of his being screaming for escape.

The Scooper's cold, gleaming arm lowered itself with precision, aligning with Michael's chest.
His breath caught in his throat, fear coursing through him like ice. This was it. There was no escaping now.

Suddenly, with a violent thrust, the Scooper struck.

Michael's body convulsed as the cold metal pierced his chest. He gasped, his vision blurring as the pain overwhelmed him. The world around him became a haze of red and white, his senses drowning in agony. He could feel it-his body breaking, tearing apart from the inside.

And then, just as quickly as it began, it was over.

The machine retracted, leaving Michael gasping for breath, his body slumping against the restraints. His heart pounded in his ears as the darkness threatened to overtake him. But before it could, he felt something else.

A presence.

Ennard.

The creature, the amalgamation of wires and souls, moved forward, its form shifting and writhing as it approached. With terrifying precision, Ennard began to crawl into Michael's open chest, its wires snaking their way inside him. Michael's body seized as he felt the cold metal slither beneath his skin, twisting around his organs, invading him from the inside.