FNAF Sister Location

Chapter 4

Sabrina

"Where do you want to get your footage first?" I asked Mike. I had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to convince him that this place was actually haunted, but he would have none of it.

"I was thinking we could start in the Funtime Auditorium, give the viewers a taste of the past with Freddy and Foxy. Then we can go to the Circus Gallery and get footage there, and after that we can go to Ballora Gallery. Then we can leave," Mike explained.

"Do we have to go everywhere?" I complained.

"Do you want to get fired?" Mike countered. He picked up the camera, adjusted the lens, and opened the door to the right. He turned on the flashlight attached to the camera and stepped into the shadows of the Funtime Auditorium. I followed a few steps behind, clicking on my microphone and flashlight as I did so.

The Funtime Auditorium had two curtained off stages, one to my left and one to my right. Chairs and tables were set up around the room, almost like a cafeteria or birthday party without the balloons and color. A door at the far end of the room led deeper into the building.

"Welcome to the Funtime Auditorium," Mike said, shining the camera around. I shone my own flashlight at the curtained off stage to my right. Heavy red velvet fabric obscured whatever was beyond from view. I approached the stage cautiously.

There was a panel at the base of the stage with two buttons. One button was blue and looked like it turned on the lights, while the other was orange and had a lightning bolt on it. I thought back to the journal. The first button on the panel probably lit up the stage. The second button probably powered everything back up and drew the animatronics back to the stage they belonged to.

I heard a loud click and spun around, shining my flashlight in search of the source. Mike had a hand pressed against the blue button at the other stage and was staring at the stage in excitement. The stage had lit up with a weak white glow and the curtains had parted, revealing a room beyond. The walls were painted a faded yellow color and the room had a single chair. Sitting on the chair was my very first animatronic.

It was a bear. The bear was at least five foot seven, if not taller. He was made of reflective white and pink plates with spots on his cheeks. He wore a small black top hat and carried a microphone in one hand. His other hand was replaced by a blue rabbit hand puppet. A speaker was built into the animatronic's chest, right below its black bowtie. The animatronic's eyes were closed and it was slumped slightly forward.

"I believe we've found our Funtime Freddy," Mike announced softly, almost reverently. I shuddered.

"At least it's turned off for now," I said.

"Does the other stage have one too?" Mike asked, pulling his hand away from the blue button. The stage light turned off and the curtains closed, hiding the animatronic once more.

"You really want me to check?" I asked, not willing to take my eyes off of the curtain beside me.

"Just push the button," Mike said, walking closer and adjusting the camera lens. I sighed and pushed the blue button, eyes jumping up as the curtain opened and the light flickered on.

This stage was different from the last one. The walls of the room were painted blue with wave designs at the bottom. An animatronic was standing in the middle of the floor, slumped slightly forward just like the last one. This one was a fox, built out of the same reflective white and pink plating. It also had a speaker built into its chest, directly beneath the red bowtie it wore. An odd red splotch over its mouth made it look like it was wearing lipstick.

"Creepy," I muttered.

"Perfect," Mike replied. "Parts and Services is next. Maybe they'll still have a half constructed animatronic in there."

I released the button, hiding Foxy once again. Shining the flashlight one final time at the two dark stages, I followed Mike to the door at the far end of the room.

Parts and Services was half the size of the Funtime Auditorium, and had four metal tables. There was a bucket leaning against a nearby wall and bolts and wires littered the tables. Someone had left this place in a hurry. I walked over to the bin and shone my light inside, staggering back a couple steps when I saw what it held.

It was another animatronic. This one was almost entirely deconstructed. All that was left was a head and a mess of wires. The head was divided into four segments, as if they could pull apart so you could get to the brains of the animatronic. The animatronic didn't have any eyelids, so its eyes just stared up at the flashlight.

"I think I found Ennard," I squeaked. Mike came over, pointing the camera into the bin.

"Wow, they must use this guy for repairs on the others," he said. He picked up the head and held it closer for inspection.

"Don't pick it up!" I protested.

"Relax, it's a scrap of metal and plastic. It's not gonna hurt you," Mike teased, putting down the camera and turning the animatronic's head. One of the trailing wires sparked. Then the eyes lit up, glowing an eerie red.

"There must be payment for what was done," a raspy voice hissed. "Don't even bother to try and run."

The animatronic jerked to life, wires wrapping around Mike's arm as its teeth sank into his hand.

"Help me get it off!" Mike shouted, dropping the camera on the ground and bashing Ennard against the wall. I grabbed a nearby hammer and smashed it into Ennard's eye socket. The eyes went dark and Mike was able to pry its jaws apart. He threw Ennard against the far wall, groaning as he clutched his injured hand to his stomach.

"Thanks," he grunted.

"Don't mention it," I said. "Did it get you good?"

"The fangs sank pretty deep," Mike said, holding his hand up to examine it. "And the wires were squeezing pretty tight. But I'll live."

"Now do you agree that this place is actually haunted?" I asked.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Mike said, glancing back at Ennard. It hadn't reactivated. "Let's get out of here. The exit might be through the Breaker Room."

Mike pulled the memory chip out of the damaged camera before following me out the door. The Funtime Auditorium was silent. As we walked quickly through, I paused beside Foxy's stage before shining my flashlight on it. There were footprints in the dust. I pressed the blue button, dreading what I might see.

When the light turned on and the curtains came up, there was no Foxy to be seen.