Five Nights at Freddy's

The Scooping Room.

'Daddy, she can make balloons! Have you seen her make balloons? Oh Daddy, let me go to her!'  

Night 4 - 

I woke up, inside an animatronic suit. I tried my hardest to wiggle out of it. Then I heard her voice once more...

'Shh! Be still and quiet. You've been sleeping for quite a while. I think they noticed that you never left the building last night. 

The cameras are searching for you. But they couldn't find you. I have you hidden too well. I kidnapped you. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. I am only going to keep you for a little while. 

Try not to wiggle, though. You're inside something that came from my old pizzeria. I don't think it was ever used - at least, not the way it was ever meant to be used. Too dangerous. It's just big enough for one person to fit inside. But just barely.'  

I stopped wiggling, realising this was some sort of spring-lock suit I was in. It felt old.

'You're in the scooping room. Do you know why they call it 'the scooping room'? It's because, dummy, this is the room where they use the scooper. I thought that would be obvious. Isn't that a fun name for something? "The scooper." It sounds like something you would use for ice cream, or custard, or sprinkles. 

It sounds like something you would want at your birthday party, to ensure that you get a heaping portion of every good thing. I wonder, though, if you were a freshly-opened pint of ice cream, how you would feel about something with that name. Thankfully, I don't think a freshly opened pint of ice cream feels anything at all. Uh-oh. It sounds like someone else is in the building. Shh!'

Sounded like a couple of workers in the building sorting out the animatronics. But She wasn't here...they didn't see her. So where was She? Was She...inside my head?

'Okay, bring her over. More, mooore... okay, stop. Set her down. Waaatch the step.'

'What happened to it this time?'

'Just seems like these things can't go a day without breaking down. Who knows, it's always the same. Some kind of hardware malfunction.'

'Well, I have to be somewhere in, like, 15 minutes. This place gives me the creeps. Can we just get this over with? It's all automated, we don't have to be here for it. Just get it on the rollers and we can go.'

Then I saw Ballora being rolled towards me. What was going to happen to her? What would happen to me? The men went to the other side of the room, I couldn't see them.

'There's something very important that I've learned how to do over time. That is, how to pretend. Do you ever play make-believe? Pretend to be one way, when you are really the other? 

It's very important. Ballora never learns. But I do. They think there is something wrong on the inside. The only thing that matters is knowing how...to...pretend.'  

Then, the scooper activated, scooping Ballora into spare parts. I jumped at the loud noises that captured her. 

'I'll open the face plates for you. That way, they can find you on the cameras. Now, all you have to do is wait. I'd recommend that you keep the springlocks wound up. Your breathing and your heartbeat are causing them to come loose. You don't want them to get too loose. Trust me.' 

'They?' Who was they? - I thought to myself. 

I soon found out. 'They' were marionette like creatures, mannequin shaped. They came from Ballora gallery, I would see her dance with them onstage. 

The Springlocks were the only thing that mattered. If they came loose I was as good as dead. I fought for my life for 3 minutes straight until finally...it was over. I escaped somehow.