Well, it wouldn't be me if I didn't take forever on these things. But at long last, here it is. The final story in the Alex Redding series - Final Location. I'm going to be trying to do an update for this at least once every few weeks - I have a lot of other projects and ideas in mind, as well as other ventures I want to delve into.

I'm finally giving my novel a full once-over and cleaning it up; my goal is to have it published by June. I'm also expanding into other ventures, but you can find out more about them on my new blog - Josiah's Journal. (Yes, I'm bad at names.) It's a free Wordpress blog but hey, I'm broke. XD

I'm going to be posting my thoughts on games, writing, and such on there regularly. I might also post the occasional excerpt from whatever project I happen to be working on. My first blog post is going to be talking about the different ventures I'm planning to start on, so if you care to hear me babble feel free to check it out:

Josiahsjournal dot wordpress dot com is the place to be if you want to keep up with the latest on whatever comes to my mind. Whether you're a long-time fan since Battle for the Pizzeria, or just found me today, feel free to check it out!

Anyway, I've rambled and blathered on far longer than I normally should. On with the show!

Sister Location Elevator

Alex Redding

The elevator hummed silently to itself as it descended down the shaft. When my friend Joseph Adams and I first climbed aboard it had started what seemed like a training tape of sorts. We'd been told that it would recognize us as 'new technicians', and Adams had been perfectly fine with letting the tapes play out.

But I'd had more than enough of the numerous voices that Fazbear Entertainment had taken on and had summarily introduced the butt of my rifle to the speaker a few times to shut it up. This had earned me a glare but I didn't care. I had more than enough on my mind, I didn't need that infernal voice speaking up again.

"You know I can hear you, right? Just because I'm bored doesn't mean you have to have an attitude..." And speaking of infernal voices, there was Nightmare once more, speaking up and making his presence known. I shook my head and sighed mentally, knowing it wouldn't stop bothering me until this was all over and dealt with. I already had a few minor plans on how to at least keep him under control once this was over, but I needed him in fighting condition just in case.

It had been roughly two months since I'd woken up in the hospital. Physical therapy had been an absolute pain in the neck but it had me in about as good condition as I could expect, considering my numerous near-death experiences and time spent completely dead to the world. The doctors had tried to talk me into letting some other group handle this, but this job was personal.

From what Faz had told me, William Afton – the mastermind that had started the entire Fazbear nightmare – was holed up down here with what they called the "Funtime" animatronics. I wasn't sure what his plans were for them, but I knew it wasn't anything good. Having two months to pore over the paperwork had convinced me of one thing for sure, though. This guy was a psychopath. As it turned out, every last one of the Fazbear Entertainment animatronics from the very beginning had been engineered with the capability to kill, from Fredbear on through to the Ringleader models.

Looking into all this had given local law enforcement an absolute field day, and they'd been busy for weeks wrapping up and rounding up virtually everyone from Fazbear Entertainment and throwing them behind bars. I knew at least a few executives were getting life sentences, and I had a feeling that the mastermind would be getting a death penalty for what he'd done.

"Especially if you let me get my claws into him. I can make him suffer, Alex." I shook my head again and Adams looked at me, tilting his head. "You okay, buddy?"

I nodded a bit. "Yeah, just nerves. Normally I'm not as beat to crap as this when I go into the belly of the beast, after all." Shut up already. I'll let you know when I need you to come out and play, I mentally replied. I heard Nightmare let out an annoyed sigh before falling silent once more. I reminded myself once more that for now, I needed him...

The elevator door swung open at long last, revealing... A wall, with a vent in the very bottom. The two of us exchanged glances, before starting to crawl through, emerging in what we'd been told was the 'Primary Control Module' – a fancy term for what amounted to a computer room with windows overlooking two darkened rooms. I glanced to Adams and he set to work on one of the terminals there. We didn't plan to stick around long – we wanted to get in, grab Afton, and get out. By now he was an old man and neither of us were expecting much resistance.

Then the lights flicked on outside the two windows and I caught sight of them. Animatronics, just perfect. "Look!" I grabbed Adams, pointing outside as they seemed to activate and stare right at the windows. "The layout of this place said those were reinforced one-way glass... They're looking right at us." We stared right back, going on the defensive... Just as a voice crackled in from a speaker overhead.

"Ah, if it isn't my uninvited guests... Alex Redding and Joseph Adams, I assume?"We both froze up, exchanging a nervous glance. The voice sounded like an older man. Only one person it could be. "You two have been quite the thorn in my side over the past several years, I'll have you know. Ruining everything I've attempted to set up and even destroying both of my 'hands'!" The animatronics were starting to move a bit, and Adams glanced over to me. "Well, I suppose it's all in the past. You've been quite busy, haven't you? I remember you, Alex..." He chuckled darkly. "The one that got away, time after time. Well, this time you're going nowhere."

There was a mechanical whirr, and we both turned just in time to see the lights of the elevator going back up. We started for the vent to try and get out of there, but it was no use – the shaft slammed closed. "You're not going anywhere, my friends. This is where the road ends for you." We saw the animatronics stirring and beginning to move towards our hiding place, vent shafts opening to allow them in. Adams was immediately hammering on computer keys, trying to find some way to salvage the situation –

Suddenly two control panels lit up on either side of the room. "Alex! The blue keys, they're shock buttons! Let 'em have it!" I didn't need any further urging, slamming both controls. The lights outside the control room went out, replaced with the occasional blue-white arc of electricity working over the animatronics. A moment later the lights came back up and they had both returned to their stages. Adams and I exchanged a glance, just as the voice came up again.

"Smarter than you seemed, Mr. Adams. Well, let's just see how long you can both last. Best of luck stopping me, after all – I have plans in motion already. You're welcome to try, though..." His laughter echoed through the facility as we exchanged another look. Adams nodded to me. "I'm better with this stuff. Let me try and work on supporting you from in here – I'll try and keep the bots off your back as best I can." He glanced at the windows. "I might be able to open these up a bit, give you some marksman cover as well."

I just nodded a bit as the hatches opened once more, crouching and glancing out at one of the rooms. It looked like once upon a time they had been used for parties, but years of disuse had them empty except for assorted boxes lining the walls, filled with junk. I hesitated for another moment before simply nodding. "Alright. Be careful in here – you're a sitting duck if Afton tries anything sneaky."

He nodded, bumping my outstretched fist before turning back to a terminal as I started crawling through one of the vents, heading for what was supposed to be the 'Ballora Gallery'. I had a sneaking suspicion in the pit of my stomach that I'd have to smash my way through even more animatronics...

"That's what I'm here for, isn't it? You don't have the pain tolerance that I do, after all."I could hear the lust for violence in Nightmare's voice, and I knew I'd have to let him play if I was going to survive this one. And that was before I even thought about my ultimate goal for being down here.

Somewhere in this facility were a set of four original Fazbear Entertainment endoskeletons. And Faz had the backups of the original band. My friends. I couldn't let them down, not now.

I grit my teeth as I crawled along. This was going to be a long night...

A little forewarning: chapters may not be as long as you're used to. I'm going for quality over quantity at this point. This is probably going to be my final foray into Five Nights at Freddy's, and I want to make sure I go out on a high note before starting on new projects.

Anyway, read and review!