FNAF Sister Location

Chapter 9

Sabrina

"Back off, you deranged scrap pile!" I yelled, grabbing the Encouragement Rod from the ground and advancing towards Foxy. It felt like fire was in my veins and the air was cackling with electricity. Foxy began slowly backing away, unhinged jaw hanging open.

I slowly forced her back down the hall and out the door before shutting it firmly and jamming the handle in place. I couldn't hear anything from the other side, so I turned and ran back the way I had come.

"Mike! Mike!" I whispered, turning his body as gently as I could. Mike grimaced, breathing shallow.

"Ouch," he finally managed. "And I thought Ennard hurt."

"You're going to be fine," I promised. "I'll get the elevator working and call an ambulance."

"Brina," Mike interrupted. "I'm not going to be conscious much longer, so shush and listen to me. The instructions for fixing the elevator are in the back of the journal. This is the piece you were missing."

Mike fumbled for a moment within his torn jacket before holding out a tangle of wire. I took it from his trembling fingers.

"Just rest up and I'll fix this," I told him. Mike shook his head, wincing.

"Not done yet," he growled. He reached into his jacket a second time, pulling out a microchip.

"Camera footage," he explained, holding it out towards me. "For your show, so you don't get fired. This has everything from all the security cameras on it."

"That's what you were doing?" I asked.

"I got sidetracked," he mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as his arm dropped. I rushed forward and felt for a pulse. It was still there, although the front of his jacket was torn and bloody. He needed a hospital, fast.

I flipped open the notebook and began working on the elevator panel.

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"You've done a great job today, just as I expected," my boss, Stephan Cross, announced as he flipped through the footage on the microchip Mike had given me. We were back in the safety of the studio, far from the nightmares of the factory. Far from Mike.

I'd managed to get the elevator working and dragged Mike into it. When we reached the top I used my phone to call an ambulance, who came to rush Mike to the hospital. I would have gone with them, but my boss called at that moment and told me if I didn't show up at his office in ten minutes then Mike and I were as good as fired. Apparently he had been leaving messages on my phone, but since I didn't have service in the factory I hadn't gotten them. Needless to say, I left Mike in the hands of the hospital to secure our jobs.

"This is amazing," Stephan continued, gazing at the footage of Foxy advancing down the hall towards the defenseless me. I grimaced and glanced away from the screen. I didn't want to see Mike get mauled a second time.

"So when should I expect payment?" I asked. Stephan spun his chair to face me.

"We'll air this Friday," he told me. "You can drop by the front desk Saturday to pick up your check."

"Great," I said. "Mike's too?"

"Mike will have to wait until he's out of the hospital, but yes. Mike too."

"Any new information on his condition?" I asked. Stephan shrugged.

"Three broken ribs, the skin on his chest shredded, and severe blood loss. Doctors say he should be fine. He's on a lot of painkillers and medication."

"So he'll be fine?" I checked. Stephan nodded. I stood, glancing at the footage on the monitor. Mike, motionless on the ground. Me, kneeling beside him as he spoke to me for the last time. The last time I would ever see him.

"I quit," I told Stephan. He raised his eyebrows.

"Quit?" he asked. "Darling, why would you quit? You could make millions off of your stories now! The reporter who survived!"

"That's the point," I said. "I'd like to keep surviving, thank you. Tell Mike I quit."

"As soon as you pick up your check, you'll be wiped from the system," Stephan told me. "You're a failure to this company."

"But at least I know to quit while I'm ahead," I replied, slamming the door shut behind me. Shutting out my old life and the danger it had brought.

But inside, I knew I could never shut out the nightmares which would come.