Chapter 6

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Sabrina

My mouth was dry and my heart pounding. I closed the journal and stood shakily, leaving it on the ground. Mike's eyes were on the door as he crouched, muscles tensed like a caged animal. Blood was dripping slowly from his bandaged hand again.

"Any ideas?" I hissed.

"Which room is behind that door?" he asked softly.

"Ballora," I answered. "So we either go back into the funtime gallery-"

"Not an option," he interjected.

"-we go back to the elevator-"

"Dead end. No good."

"-or we go into the circus gallery control room."

The scraping began again, more insistent this time. Mike dropped to his good and and knees and began crawling into the circus gallery vent. I followed only a short distance behind him.

We entered a cylindrical room just as I heard a bang behind us. The animatronic must have managed to force open the door.

"It won't be long until Ballora comes through the vent," I whispered. Mike glanced around the room.

It was small, barely big enough to hold eight people without them touching each other. There were large glass windows lining the walls above a control module. A panel had been pulled away from the base of the control module, revealing a cramped hiding space.

"Down here," Mike replied, crawling beneath the console. I followed him, pulling the panel into place in front of us. There were holes stabbed into the metal.

"Turn the flashlight off," Mike whispered. I did so, plunging the space into darkness. It was uncomfortably cramped. I was pressed up beside Mike in the oppressive darkness.

There was a faint scrape, followed by subtle clanking. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt strangely alone without the journal in my arms.

The panel began slowly sliding away from the wall. I felt Mike lean forward beside me as he took a firm hold of the panel and began pulling against whatever was on the other side. For a moment the panel stayed in place. Then it slowly moved back to cover our hiding spot.

"Where are the children?" a little kid's voice asked. "Where are the children?"

I felt Mike's hand take mine. I hadn't realized before that I was shuddering. The voice had sounded too close for comfort.

"Where are the children?" the voice asked again, sounding farther away this time. I heard metal clanking, growing quieter as time passed. Soon there was only silence again. I flicked on the flashlight as Mike pulled away the panel. The room was empty.

"Where do you think they went?" I asked softly.

"Hopefully back to their stages," Mike replied. "I'm going back to the control module. Wait a few seconds before following me."

I nodded and held my breath as Mike vanished into the vent. It was only a few moments before everything was enveloped in silence once again. I steadied my courage and crawled into the vent.

When I emerged back in the control module Mike was already there, alternating between reading the journal and glancing at the security cameras. Ballora's door was safely closed once again.

"Find anything useful in the journal?" I asked softly.

"Yeah," Mike replied. "There's something called an Encouragement Rod that the technicians could use to deactivate the animatronics or force them back in the case of one of them rebelling. Chances are it's in the Breaker Room, same place as the tools we need to repair the elevator."

"You know how to fix it?" I asked.

"Worked as an engineer before I became a cameraman," he replied. "I thought this would be more entertaining than fixing broken iPads all day."

"So all we need to do is get in the Breaker Room, get this rod and the parts you need to fix the elevator, and then we can get out of here?"

"That about sums it up," Mike agreed, closing the journal and flipping the security footage to Ballora's Gallery. She was on her stage.

"I'll go, and you-" Mike began. I cut him off.

"I'm coming too," I said. "I don't want to just sit in here all alone and watch you die on the security feeds."

"So you'd rather die too?" Mike asked. "Fine. I won't stop you. But according to this Ballora can't see. She can only hear us. So no noise, got it?"

I nodded. Mike handed me the journal and opened the left door. A cold draft billowed out of the dark room. Together Mike and I stepped into Ballora's Gallery.

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