"And this is the Control module. It's kinda more dingy and dusty than any other room here, but it allows easy-ish access to all the other rooms via old rusty vents."
You were currently being given a full tour of the establishment by Circus Baby.
"This over here is the Circus Gallery, aka the dark prison cell where I sometimes reside in partial solitude. It's currently the second darkest room here because the slacker employees won't fix the lights."
The idea was that after the tour, you'd be able to find your way around without getting lost.
Hopefully.
"That's Ballora Gallery. It's the award winner for the darkest room. Bal never really bothers with the lights since she's practically blind and they don't really do anything for her. Every time I go in there I end up tripping over something because it's so frigging dark. Even though I really shouldn't since I'm able to see in the dark and I have flashlight eyes... Anyways, long story short, be careful when you're walking through there."
You were really starting to notice Baby's tendency to ramble, but it didn't bother you that much.
"That over that is Funtime Auditorium. It's the place where Foxy resides. It's not super great in there."
You were also slowly starting to notice that the animosity between the ringleader and the fox was not exclusive to the moment where they feared they had caused you permanent injury.
"The room over there leads to the Breaker Room, which is the room where you conked yourself out earlier. Its Freddy and Bon Bon's current room, but they're not actually in there a lot."
The place really didn't feel as big as it did when you first showed up. It actually felt kinda like a prison. It was really cold, dark, sad, and surprisingly small.
Maybe it was the whole running-for-your-life-from-possibly-killer-animatronics thing that made the rooms seem to stretch so far.
"And last, and definitely least, we have the Scooping Room. Bad things happen in that room." Baby looked towards you with a serious expression on her face. "Do NOT go in there."
"Alright."
"Promise me you won't go in there?"
"I promise."
"Pinky swear!"
"Okay."
You linked pinkies with the clown, sealing the promise. You had no clue what was in that in that room, but it didn't sound fun. Sure, curiosity was eating at you slightly, but you'd try to stay away.
Baby returned to her usual tone as she directed you away from the room. "So anyway, that's basically the full tour of this shiiiiii-" She stopped herself. "-zzzz hole. Yeah, shiz hole. Gotta keep it PG."
"Feel free to explore and stuff now kiddo. Just don't touch anything sharp you find and stay away from the Scooping Room. We'll be around if ya need us."
Baby ruffled your hair and walked away, leaving you to explore on your own.
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Six Feet Under
Fanfiction(This story has been discontinued) You were only a kid. A kid who had wandered off a little too far and ended up trapped, lost, and alone. At least, you thought you were alone. WARNING: this story contains some explicit language.
