FNAF Sister Location

Chapter 1

Sabrina

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Mike, my cameraman, asked.

"I'm sure," I told him. But honestly, I wasn't. I would never tell him that. That's the first thing I learned as a reporter for Paranorma Live. Always act confident, even in the most uncertain of circumstances. And these qualified.

The name's Sabrina Carolina. The first person to make a reference to how it rhymes or how it's spelled just like the state will live to regret it. Whenever people ask "what's your last name?" and I say "Carolina" and they say "no, your last name" it drives me nuts. As if I was so stupid I didn't know my last name!

Most people refer to me as "Miss Carolina" or "Miss Carry." That second one was for the year I snooped around an elementary school to find out how the ghost of some student who went on a rampage with an armed weapon was haunting the area. It turned out to be a dead end.

That's when I got my big break. My boss asked me to do a piece on Fazbear and Friends's Pizza, a.k.a. Fazbear's Fright. That place had been fascinating people for years. All of the stories about haunted animatronics, mysterious murders, dead or missing employees, and the fact that a night guard never stayed for more than a week. The perfect mystery. The only drawback: if I failed to uncover a real story, to find something that shocked the public and no one had ever seen before, then Mike and I would lose our jobs. Not that I told him that when I asked him to take on this job with me. Well, technically he offered.

Mike Hamford. An interesting guy. I hadn't worked with him much before. He was good-looking, but that was his only positive characteristic. He was obsessed with Fazbear Entertainment. He knew all there was to know about Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and whatever those others were. He was the one who had found our lead.

The Lead. I kept repeating that over and over in my head. The Lead was the reason we were here in the first place. Here, standing in front of a large building plastered with Radioactive and Do Not Enter: Quarantined Area posters. The building had a large neon sign which might have been lit up at one point, but now it just said A Corp. A window nearby had been smashed and boarded up. The whole place oozed danger and abandonment.

The Lead basically went like this: Fazbear Entertainment hadn't built the animatronics which featured in their shows. Those were actually built by another company which constructed animatronics and rented them out. The company's animatronics started malfunctioning at sone point, and several had to be dismantled. The theory was that someone had tampered with the Fazbear animatronics before they even left the factory they were built in. Why? That's what Mike and I were trying to find out. Thankfully, chemical tests had proven that the building was no longer dangerous.

"Ladies first," Mike offered, grinning at me. I scowled at him.

"Way to be a gentleman," I said. He shrugged and lifted the camera equipment onto one shoulder.

"I've got to be filming all this," he reminded me. I rolled my eyes and turned on my flashlight, pulling open the door and shining the light inside. When nothing unusual happened, I entered the room.

The walls were painted a uniform white and the floor was made of cold tile. There were fluorescent lights installed in the ceiling, but none of them were turned on. My hand brushed along the wall until I felt a light switch by the door. I flipped it, and the lights flickered on. Everything was in pristine condition. It was like some sort of lobby or waiting area.

"Weird that the electricity is still working," Mike said from behind.

"Is the camera rolling?" I asked.

"I was going to wait until we got into the lower levels," he explained.

"Start it now," I told him. "People need to see everything."

He turned on the camera and I made sure that my wireless headset was working. That way I could communicate and move around without having to hold a microphone. Mike had a similar headset.

"It's rolling," he said.

"Hello everyone," I began. "We're here in the very same building where the animatronics sold to Fazbear Entertainment were built. We're here to find out why the animatronics went wild, and why this building was later abandoned. As you can see, it seems to be in perfectly good repair."

Mike walked around, letting the camera take everything. As he did, I checked my phone. No service. Typical.

"I think this is an elevator," Mike said. I walked over to the door he was standing in front of. He was right. There was a button on the side, an arrow pointing downwards.

"Let's go deeper and solve this mystery," I told the future viewers. I pressed the button and the elevator doors slid smoothly open. It was shaped like a cylinder. The top of the elevator had a large rotating fan, while the sides had some vents. I stepped inside with Mike close behind. The doors slid shut and the elevator slowly lowered.

"Check out this poster," Mike said. I looked at it. It was the only spot of color in the elevator, besides the red exit button. The poster was of an animatronic ballerina, like the ones in fancy wind-up music boxes. The ballerina's eyes were closed. Underneath the picture it said DANCER in bold letters. The bottom had something else in tiny scribbles, as if someone had written it in a hurry.

"Can you make out what it says?" I asked Mike.

"No, too small," he said. "I can't recognize the animatronic either. It's not Mangle, Bonnie, the Puppet, Balloon Boy, Chica, Freddy, or Foxy. It's too sleek, even for the newer animatronics Fazbear Entertainment used."

"Can you explain about the animatronics to our viewers who aren't familiar with the Fazbear Entertainment franchise?" I asked.

"There are several basic animatronics. Freddy the bear, Chica the chicken, Bonnie the rabbit, Foxy the fox, and Golden Freddy the bear were the originals," Mike explained. "There was also a Golden Bonnie, but it was never really released to the public because of malfunctions. Later the old animatronics were retired and replaced by Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Chica. They also made another thing they called Mangle which was constantly pulled apart, and Balloon Boy and the Puppet. When those were burned, only an animatronic called Springtrap was recovered and operational. But every single one of them should have been retired."

"Does this animatronic look like any of them?" I asked.

"It looks a bit like the toy counterparts," Mike said.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. We stepped, horror struck, into the hall beyond.

Some of the ceiling lights had been shattered. Paneling had been ripped from the walls, revealing the dirt beyond. Sparking wires hung from the ceiling.

"What happened here?" Mike asked breathlessly.

"Maybe we should go back and get some help," I suggested, turning around. The elevator doors had shut. Long deep scratches had been clawed into the metal doors. The call button had been savagely ripped out.

There would be no going back that way.