FNAF Sister Location

Chapter 5

Remember, this story was written before Sister Location's release. As such, I will continue with the story as originally intended. That means some parts will not match up with the true Sister Location. If you want a more accurate Sister Location story, read my fanfiction Saturday Night.

Sabrina

"It's just like the restaurant," Mike said with a grimace. "The animatronics are wandering, looking for us. They'll kill us if they can manage it."

"Come on, we need to get out of here in case Freddy wakes up," I said, grabbing Mike's good arm and pulling him out of the room and into the Control Module. I shut the door behind us, propping it shut with a metal pipe.

"Check the monitors," Mike commanded. "We need to find out where all the animatronics are."

I flipped several switches. One at a time the monitors came to life, displaying static filled rooms. There wasn't enough power to keep more than one going at a time, so every time I turned a second one on the first one turned off.

"Freddy is on his stage," I announced, flipping through the feeds. "Foxy's stage is empty. Ennard must have reactivated, because he's on the table in Parts and Services. The Ballerina-"

"Ballora," Mike interrupted, eyes closed.

"Ballora," I continued, "is on her stage in the Ballora Gallery. There's a human girl animatronic on a stage labeled Baby in the Circus Gallery, and another stand of tiny animatronics labeled Bidybab in the same room. I still can't see Foxy."

"Can you see an exit in any of the cameras?" Mike asked.

"No," I replied, switching through the monitors a second time. Where was Foxy? There were only two ways out of the Funtime Auditorium, and he certainly hadn't gone in Parts and Services. Which meant he was somewhere else in the building and could pop out at any moment, ready to kill us.

"Does the journal say anything useful?" Mike asked.

"It said that you could lure the animatronics back to their stages by turning on the power for their stage," I remembered. "I could probably sneak in and turn on Foxy's stage power-"

"Too dangerous," Mike said, shaking his head as he did so. His eyes were still closed. "Freddy and Ennard are in there. Either one of them could suddenly activate and try to kill you. And besides, Foxy would have to travel through this room to get to his stage. Chances are he'll run into one of us before he makes it there."

"What do you suggest then?" I asked.

"Cut through Ballora's Gallery. She's only one animatronic, so we might have a chance. And if we can get to the Breaker room and somehow turn on all the power or find an exit, all the better."

"Fine, but let's take care of your hand first," I said, searching the room for a first aid kit or strips of cloth. Eventually I settled for a pile of rags in the corner. I tied them together and around Mike's bleeding hand. He grimaced.

"Stupid animatronic," he growled.

"At least it didn't have rabies," I replied, turning away. I flipped through the feeds, looking for Foxy. One after another the cameras showed nothing new. Ballora had moved until she stood only a few inches away from the camera. Her closed eyes were even creepier up close. I shuddered and flipped off the screens. Mike was still muttering to himself.

"I've studied everything there is to know about Fazbear Entertainment and its animatronics," he said, turning the camera's memory chip over in his uninjured hand. "There's no way it's all real. Dead children don't haunt robots. Dead children don't haunt anything."

"These ones do, if they're even children," I replied, checking the doors for locks. There was no sign of any. Typical. "Ballora's hanging out right outside that door. I think she knows we're here."

"Lovely. Just perfect," Mike growled. "And Foxy?"

"Can't find him yet."

I flipped open the journal, turning to the next entry in order to continue my studies. Mike began flipping though the camera feeds himself. The journal entries had become more sinister.

I didn't come to work yesterday. They had the building shut down for some reason, but the whole thing is confidential.

My technician instructor, Mable, said there were four deaths. A manager and three of the other technicians. Apparently it looked like they hung themselves using some wires when they were supposed to extract some parts from Ennard to use for repairs on Freddy's Bonnie hand-puppet.

The whole building was shut down. I'm one of the only people allowed back inside (since now I'm one of the two remaining technicians and repairs need to be made to the animatronics) and the building feels darker than ever.

The animatronics have been acting creepier than usual. Even Ennard, who acted haunted to begin with. They've started disobeying orders and speaking lines we never programmed. They leave their stages without permission. It's becoming dangerous to handle them. I almost got my hand bitten off by Foxy (somehow. I need to check the spring jaw system).

I don't believe that four people would hang themselves when they're supposed to do repairs. And why would the company hide their deaths?

I'm hearing more voices. Four new ones. I can't understand what they're saying . . .

I jumped as I heard a slow scraping sound coming from behind one of the doors.