Big Little Sister

Michael glared at his monitor through burning tears of anger, frustration, despair and shame. So close. He had been so close! And then it was all ripped from him once again! One little slip and it was all gone, right through his fingers, again. He had lost her, again. He had lost his precious little sister again. And all due to that stupid audio lore! Michael glared at that little button, eyes burning, and he began to pound his fist against it as hard and fast as he could, taking out decades of anger, hurt, terror, death and despair on that little red circle. He cursed through his teeth, condemning himself, his sister, the animatronics that plagued them both, and the man that caused all of this in the first place to a fiery and agonizing demise. All the while, the audio lure went off like mad.

"Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi," steady, repetitive, endless, the audio lure echoed throughout the room that Michael's monitor was currently screening. For awhile, the monitor was motionless, nothing visually happened in the screen, but after enough repetition of the lure, the animatronics finally heard it and, as per their programming, came lumbering into that particular room, all of them looking for the source of the sound. Half of them were real animatronics, mindless robots, but half were possessed by various victims to this franchise's unlucky and bloody past. They were sentient, human, they knew the lure was fake, but none of them could resist its pull because the robotic programming overrode their power of will when it came to the robots' physical abilities.

At last, all of them were just congregated there in that one room. It was about this time that Michael finally calmed down enough to stop smashing the audio lure button. He turned his attention to the screen once again and while it did not really surprise him to see all of the animatronics now in that one particular room, his heart still lurched in fear, anger and disgust to see all of them just standing there... menacingly. Totally silent and still, standing in a circle and trying to find that audio lure. Michael wished that he had an option to drop a bomb and just blow them all up right then and there. The anger burned hot as fire as he continued to glare at them through the screen. All of that anger turned into guilt and grief, however, when he saw his sister's giant metallic form in that nightmarish circle of wire and abomination. She, like the others, was totally still and silent, waiting for another audio cue so that she could continue the search for the sound like all of the rest of them.

Somehow, just seeing her standing there amongst the others broke Michael's heart even more. Somehow, just seeing his sweet little sister, who was still human in his eyes, standing with the robots with the same patient posture and vacant expression was so dehumanizing that it sickened and saddened him beyond words. He hit the audio lure once in the next room. Every heard turned in that direction, including his sister's.

"Oh, Elizabeth, this was not meant to be your fate!" he moaned to himself as she obediently followed the sound into the next room, all of the other animatronics either in front or behind her, all of them headed into the next room as well. Her humanity was gone. She was a mindless drone now, just like all the others. It was heartbreaking and deeply disturbing.

Michael sat back and did not touch the lure again. Slowly but surely, the robots began to separate. With the cue no longer going off, there was no reason to stand there waiting. Michael watched them naturally spread throughout the restaurant again. It was with bitter humor that he realized that he'd spent so much time studying and working with them that he had since memorized their paths. Springtrap went this way, Circus Baby went that way, LEFTE went near, Molten Freddy went far, etc.

"How far have I fallen if my idea of normality is memorizing where giant metal robots choose to go in a pizzeria?" Michael asked himself sarcastically as he mentally traced all of their paths. Baby would go to that room, then Springtrap would walk past her in the next corridor because he was going to head to the vents while she might go to the vent on the far side of the pizzeria if LEFTE hadn't already tried to get in. Molten Freddy would either wander the halls or go in the vent Springtrap was in. He had all the timing down pat. The audio lure was the only thing that was fun because it would briefly mess up these established patterns and then he could get a cheap laugh out of sending all of the animatronics on a wild goose chase for a sound that didn't really exist. He had all the timing down pat. He had an audio lure that could send the robots on a wild goose chase... Suddenly, hope burned its way into Michael's next-to-lifeless body, the metaphorical smoke rising up to his head in a crazy idea...