FNAF Sister Location

Chapter 8

Sabrina

"What were you thinking?" Mike demanded once we were back in the control module.

"Forgive me for trying to save your life!" I retorted.

"What if you had gotten hurt?" Mike asked. "Or died?"

"Do you actually care if I live or die?" I asked in mock surprise.

"You're a pretty girl with a good heart," he said. "I'd hate it if something happened to you."

"What?" I asked, startled by his sudden change in tone. He didn't elaborate further.

"Let's get out of here," he said, opening the door that led back to the battered hallway and elevator. I followed only a couple steps behind, thoughts still swirling in my mind.

"Take this," Mike said, handing me the Encouragement Rod before leaning forward to peer at the shattered elevator panel. The rod had blood on it from Mike's bandaged hand.

"Your hand is bleeding again," I said.

"I'll deal with it later," Mike told me.

"No, we're dealing with it now," I pressed, grabbing his arm and pulling it towards me. Mike was quiet as I exchanged the old bandage for a new strip of cloth.

"Thanks," he finally said.

"Yeah, well, it'd be a shame if a good-looking guy like you bled to death."

"Good-looking, hm?"

I didn't respond. Instead I released his hand and picked up the Encouragement Rod in order to start cleaning the blood off of it.

"Sabrina," Mike said. He waited for a moment. "Don't ignore me."

I glanced up and met Mike's eyes. He was watching me steadily.

"What?" I asked, growing uncomfortable.

"You love me, don't you?" he teased.

"What, you call me pretty and it's fine but I call you good-looking and suddenly I'm madly in love?" I complained, folding my arms. Mike laughed and turned back to the elevator panel.

"You're cute," he said. He changed several wires in the panel as we stood in silence.

"I'm missing a piece," he finally announced. "I'm going to have to go back into the Breaker Room to get it."

"You're kidding, right?" I asked.

"Nope. I'll be back soon."

Mike stood and began walking back down the hall. I grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

"Take the rod," I said, holding it out. "That way you'll be back sooner."

"Will you be ok here all alone without any way to defend yourself?" Mike asked.

"Just close the door and I'll be fine," I replied. "Besides, with the rod you'll be quick."

I turned to go back to the elevator but was halted by Mike's hand grabbing my shoulder. Before I could react he spun me around and pulled me into a crushing hug. He kissed my hair and released me before continuing to walk down the hall, calling to me over his shoulder.

"That's just in case I die before telling you that I wasn't joking about how I feel about you," he said. The door clanged shut as Mike ventured back into the death pit beyond.

"Seriously?" I asked myself as I felt my face begin to burn. "Not the best place to share your feelings, Mike."

I couldn't believe what he'd done. He liked me? Where had that come from? I hardly ever worked with him before this lead. Sure he had volunteered to work with me even when failure to get a good story meant he would be fired. But did that mean anything? I barely knew the guy.

I waited alone in the dimly lit hall beside the elevator. Mike had taken both the flashlight and rod, leaving me feeling very vulnerable and alone. At least I had the journal. I opened it, flipping through the pages. At the very back of the journal was a sketch of the elevator panel, along with a brief list of instructions on how to repair it. I recognized the smooth, tilting handwriting. It was Mike's.

The door at the end of the hall squealed open. I glanced up.

An animatronic stood in the recently opened doorway. It had a gleaming white and pink body with a large tail and fanged snout.

Foxy finally showed up.

I stood stock still, hoping that Foxy wouldn't see me. If I could just hold out until Mike came back, we could use the Encouragement Rod to drive Foxy back and escape.

Foxy took a step closer, and then another. I clutched the journal like a lifeline and backed away. I felt the cool metal surface of the elevator behind me. Foxy continued to advance slowly, as if she knew that I had nowhere to run. Within moments she was standing right in front of me and staring down with empty eyes.

"You are alone," Foxy said through a speaker in her chest. My hands were shaking.

"It is sad, to be alone," Foxy continued. "So, so, sad."

The lights shut off, leaving Foxy illuminated only by the feeble light coming from the closed elevator. Foxy tilted her head, considering me. I could only imagine how she was thinking it was all too easy. I had nowhere left to go. My last hope was that she wouldn't be able to see me in the darkness.

"Will any care, when you are gone?" Foxy asked, tilting her head the other way and opening her jaw slightly. The journal slipped from my numb fingers as I heard Foxy's springs winding.

Foxy screeched as electricity arced throughout her body. Mike darted around her to stand beside me, Encouragement Rod in one hand and glaring flashlight in the other. He advanced towards Foxy threateningly, keeping the bright light focused on her head.

"I'd care," Mike said. "Go back to your stage before I use this rod again."

Foxy reoriented herself, jaw open and eyes glowing. She lunged forward and Mike stabbed with the rod once again, but it wasn't enough to stop her. They both fell to the ground.

Foxy stood again, teetering slightly. Her lower jaw had become partially unhinged. Mike was a motionless form on the ground. The flashlight had rolled a short distance away, throwing long shadows across Foxy's form. Her fanged teeth were stained red. I heard her springs coiling as she prepared to pounce again.