Author note: In this story: Circus Baby is approximately four and a half feet. Sorry if this upsets people.

Thanks for the info fanficlovingperson, I'll try to keep up with canon information now. That way I can avoid any more confusion.

Without any more delay, let's start this chapter.

Chapter 4- Introductions

Had Emmet known that there was a child on the other side of the breaker room door he would have thought of his escape tactics a bit better than he previously did.

The red-haired child continued to squint at him with her puzzling green eyes the same way somebody who had just woken up would look at a burning car.

Out of all the robots he had seen, her eyes looked the most realistic. So real, that it was as if there was another person doing the exact same trick that Emmet had thought of doing with the fake make up disguise

Had it not been for Baby's unusual proportions and the fact that her faceplates would occasionally move, he would have honestly thought that she was another person who had thought of the same stupid idea.

He expected her to say something other than what she had said earlier, but the circus Baby continued to stare at him like an exotic animal. After a few minutes of this, he figured it was about time to break the glacier-thick ice between them.

"H-hi." He started.

Baby's eyes continued to look up and down.

"Um, who are you?"

Her voice sounded timid. Which Emmet couldn't blame her for. After all, some stranger was standing right in front of her.

"I'm..." He said mustering up the will to talk. "I'm your older brother,"

He wished he could smack himself in the fact for how he weakly he had said that. He expected a look of disgust, or skepticism at his claim of him being her older sibling. Yet like so many things that had happened that night, he was surprised by her reaction.

Her face of confusion quickly changed into one of...joy?

She unexpectedly lunged at him, causing every nerve on him to suddenly spike up. Yet instead of a crushing blow or powerful shove, he felt a the child give a great big hug. Or at least, as large as a hug she could give.

He was taken aback by her strength. Apparently, rental robotic children were much stronger than they appeared. He could feel joints in his back crack, leaving a sickenly comfortable feeling down his spine.

"Are you cracking?" Baby asked, taking notice of the loud sounds coming from his spine.

"A little." He winced "But it's all right."

"Your really soft." She commented.

"Yeah...they figured you needed somebody who was nice and soft to hug." He said

Emmet himself thought that excuse was so bad that it was right up there with "Cause I said so" But Baby didn't seem to mind the bad excuses he was giving. Her once dozy and sleepy gaze had quickly shifted into one of excitement and alertness at the current event.

"I...I wasn't expecting this at all!" She said breaking her hug and now pacing around extatically "Wow! I never even knew that I had an older brother!"

Suddenly, she stopped pacing, and had an expression of confusion.

"Now that I think about it, what do older brothers do?"

Although Emmet knew what they did, he shrugged anyway. "I don't really know. All I'm programmed to do is just make sure you don't do anything stupid."

"Interesting..." She said "Since we're doing introductions, I guess I can introduce you to my Babs!"

"Your...what?"

Suddenly, he saw two eyes peer from behind a He saw the two children who had tried to kill him that night.

They made a fast dash, and then he saw them behind Baby's eyes locked on to his, and for a moment, he thought that the small robots had actually identified Emmet, since their last encounter resulted in him flipping them off while keeping a heavy door filled with holes closed shut.

The Babs didn't appear to dash at him or snitch on their mother-like figure, so Emmet decided to take his conspiracy hat off and calm down.

"Babs! Oh I'm sorry..." She sighed trying to Sheppard them out from behind her legs "Their just really shy,"

"I see." He said, seeing how the two children continued to hide behind Baby's and occasionally poke outside from her dress. "Personally I can't really blame them for being that way."

"So...anything you would like to do?"

Leave? He thought, but then again, he doubted she would let him do that. At least, not without major implications.

Well.. he thought looking at his watch and saw it was only a little past one I'm alone. Minus well do something...

"Know any good games you want to play with?"

She scratched her head before her eyes lit up like a lightbulb

"I-I know!" She said "W-w-wait here! I'll go get them!"

Suddenly the red haired child and her smaller babies moved out from the room to the breaker room where he could hear the sounds of ventilation thumps before silence.

I guess that ends th-

Suddenly, he felt a heavy slap on his back.

"Gah!"

"So...yer really the lassie's older siblin' eh?" Foxy asked

"Who else do you think I am?" he said flatly.

She let a chuckle out. One shantier and sounded far more masculine than he would have expected to come from her.

"Ye seem like a good kid laddie," She said "Besides, It'd be good getting' somebody here. Frankly, it'd get a little borin' here sometimes..."

"Well, you did say that you came I n here because got bored, right?"

She smiled, and revealed a toothy grin with a few gold and silver teeth.

"I'd believe I'd never introduce meself yet," She said extending her left arm "The rest of the crew call me Funtime Foxy, but personally, I'd prefer to be called Vulpes"

"Vulpes eh?" he said shaking her steel-hard grip. "Interesting name. And a little less of a mouthful than Funtime Foxy."

"That'd be why I picked it," She added "And ye'd be..."

"Big Brother." He answered

She let out a little chuckle.

"What?" He asked

"Ah nothin' thinkin' 'bout how yer name fits the theme ye know? Baby, Big Brother, that sort of thing."

"Eh...I don't know about your name, but it sounds like it's from another language."

"Probably laddie," She said.

"Hello good sir!" Freddy said introducing himself. "I'm Freddy,"

"So I've noticed."

Freddy heaved a sigh.

"I guess I get around pretty fast don't I?"

"Yes." He answered "Yes you do."

"Can I introduce myself?" said a light any mysterious voice out of nowhere.

"Um..." Freddy said "Sure?"

"Okay!"

Suddenly Freddy's arm seemed to move all on it's own, revealing blue bunny hand puppet.

"Hello I'm Bon!" The puppet said "The difference between me and Freddy is that one of us is friendly, kind and makes children laugh! while the other is Freddy,"

"Hey! I heard that!" Freddy snapped "Don't make me gag you agai!"

"Youcansilencemebutyoucan'tsiclencethetru-" he tried to say before Freddy stuck his large fist into the puppet's mouth.

He felt like he was watching a really bad ventriloquism act. And most likely, it was because he was watching bad ventriloquism act. After seeing Freddy tussel with the himself or the puppet, he finally relaxed and carried the blue bunny off of the stump of his arm where it used to be

"Sorry about that..." Freddy said fighting the puppet "Bonnie's a bit of a wild- OW! Hey! I thought I told you not to bite!"

Suddenly, this once embarrassing ventriloquism act started to take a bit of a darker turn, since Bonnie was now biting Freddy's hand even though the bunny had been completely removed from his hand. At first, Emmet thought he was seeing a version of Night of the Living Dummy and wondered for a second.

Emmet. He told himself Most of these guys are robots, odds are that

Freddy meanwhile seemed to have finally gotten control of the kid-friendlier and much less sinister version of Slappy the Sock puppet.

"That's it! Time out for you!" The bear said opening a chest cavity and throwing the puppet in there. It landed with a slightly hollow thud before he saw it close.

"Like I said. He's a bit wild."

"I hate to break up these introductions," Ballora interrupted "But do you mind doing this...somewhere else? Specifically OUTSIDE OF MY ROOM!?"

Emmet flinched at her sudden and unexpected loudness, along with Vulpes and Freddy.

"Yea, lad, she does have a point. Sorry for invadin' yer privacy lass!" She yelled over his shoulder.

"Same thing Funtime Foxy said Ballora!" Freddy added

"For the last time Freddy!" Vulpes fumed "Me name'd be Vulpes, not Funtime Foxy ye full-gorged lout!"

"If your name was Vulpes I would be calling you that. But it isn't Funtime Foxy."

"Why ye-"

He then heard the loud AHEM! Of Ballora. Although she didn't speak, it was obvious that she meant for them to get out of her room.

"We'd be settlin' this later." She said.

"Sure thing. Funtime Foxy." He sneered.

Vulpes made a low growl, like how a dog or cat would make if they were really upset or angry, and just shook her head before storming off into the breaker room, followed by sound of several doors opening and closing.

"Freddy." Ballora scolded.

"Alright." He said leaving "Well...It was nice meeting you Big Brother. Hope we can talk again soon."

"Same here." He said

He then saw Freddy go into the breaker room. Followed by a few thumping sounds and later, nothing in the studio save for him, Ballora, the Mini Dancers, and the thick silence around them

He was about to walk out when he felt her plastic hand touch his shoulder.

"I only wanted those two clowns to go." She said "I don't mind you being in here."

"You don't?"

She shook her head. "In fact, I welcome your presence here."

"Really?"

"You are different from those two." She said "Different in a good way."

"Aw...thanks..." He said.

She nodded "That, and you still have to fix the breaker room."

"Oh...right...do you mind?"

"Not at all." She said moving back to her stage along with the other small dancers on there. "Just be sure whenever you enter here, just say it to let me know, okay?"

"Sure thing." He said "Now...about that breaker room..."

A few minutes later...

Fixing the breaker room was rather easy. In a few minutes, he had managed to restore most of the electrical power that had once been broken by some unknown and probably random source.

Afterwards, he had taken into statement on how Ballora respected her privacy, and let the door crack open a little bit so that way he could warn her that he was done working in the breaker room. Upon opening it however, he could hear the deep chimes of music. If he could hear hard enough, he could hear the sounds of...singing. He could hear her deep and rich voice fill up the room along with her music.

"...All I see is an empty room. No joy in but an empty tune. It's so good to sing all day. To dance, to spin, to fly away..."

He had found himself so engrossed in her singing that he had almost forgotten that he still had a job to do.

"I'm going into your room." He interrupted.

As soon as he said that, her singing and the music stopped.

"Thank you for letting me know." He heard her say. "You may enter."

"Thanks." He said moving across from the breaker room to the control module vent. After crawling through there, he found himself back into the control room.

He sighed as he entered the room. Relived that he was no longer

Only two AM... He thought And I have to stay here till six...

His initial thought to pass the time was to play Civilization VI. Nothing like a game of Civ to kill excess time. In fact, Emmet was about to consider trying to find a computer so he could download his game from that account when he started hearing THUMPS.

Emmet jumped and got into a defensive stance, ready to fight whatever came out of the vent form Baby's room.

Luckily, none of the Babs seemed out for revenge. Only baby seemed to be crawling through the vent, as he saw her head crawl out from underneath the vent. She seemed to be carrying things as well. A few decks of cards, a couple action figures, some LEGOs, a Circus Baby's world of Fun! Coloring book, and a checkers board.

"Do...do you mind playing with me?" She asked "The Babs usually are asleep at this time and It gets really boring when they are..."

Eh, What could I possibly lose?

"Alright." He said "What would like to play?"

Several hours later.

He would have never admitted that he was having fun.

They had originally started play chess, but after about five minutes, it had devolved from an organized game to some sort of large action-figure game. He had found a way to set up the deck of cards (He thought about trying to teach Baby how to play poker but realized it was probably safe that she was left in the dark about a few things...just like a big brother ought to do.) into a large pyramid.

He wasn't entirely sure about the story going on, but he figured it had something to do with stealing some information from a vague yet menacing government agency brining about the world in some dramatic and flashily manner. As there would be fights on the card pyramid, and cars would occasionally crash, causing the pyramid to collapse over.

Whatever the story was, it seemed to make Baby happy. Which in turn seemed to make him happy.

Playing with Baby seemed to almost make Emmet he was an adult who was on break from college and sometimes, even forget time itself. They were at some part of the story where there was a massive air war going on that involved the vague yet menacing government agency and the protagonists, and had she not asked a question, they probably would have played much longer.

"PEW PEW PEW...Uh...brother?"

"Yeah?"

"How long have we been playing again?"

He looked down at his watch and to his dismay; more than four hours had gone by.

"Dang...it's six twenty..."

Realizing that he had overstayed his shift by about twenty minutes, He began to walk to the elevator before somebody saw him play with Baby.

"Where are you going?"

He turned around and saw that at the end of the room, a red-haired child stood near the control module with the card-tower pyramid.

"Arent you going to stay with us?" She asked

He sighed.

He could tell that wherever this was going it, it was not going to end well.

"Baby..." He said "I hate to rain on your parade, but can't stay."

Suddenly, Baby's face seemed to take a sad new depth. One of which he didn't think baby could create.

"W-w-why can't you stay?" She asked

Her question seemed to pin Emmet in a rather uncomfortable uncomfortable way.

"Can I trust you little sis?"

"Of course."

He leaned over her and whispered in what would be near her ear.

"I'm not an official character." He said.

Her eyes seemed to snap open with what he said.

"Y-y-your not?" She asked

"No." he said "At the moment, I'm only a prototype of the character." He said

"A...prototype?"

He nodded. "The company sent me here tonight to see if everything was working fine. See if my system functioned normally, that I didn't do anything that was too mature...those kind of things..."

He didn't expect Baby to understand what he had been saying, but from what he could see, she seemed to get what he was saying.

"So...your just being tested at the moment? Like school?"

"Unfortunately so," he said. "Right now they're just have me doing mediocre tasks to see if there are no programming quirks and that sort of thing..."

"Exactly," he lied "And if I pass this thing, I'll become a part of your circus."

Baby seemed to delight in what he had said. But suddenly, he saw a shadow stretch across her face.

"What if you fail?" She asked

Luckily it wasn't that hard to think of a worse case-scenario.

"If I fail..." He said "One of two things will happen. One, I'll be scrapped or two, they'll reprogram me, which more often than not completely wipes all previous memories."

Maybe what he said was too harsh.

"So y-you'll basically be scooped?" She asked

The heck is being scooped?

Although he didn't exactly know whatever she said was, he had the feeling it was probably the equivalent of being killed or worse, given how she had said it. (The real-life application of context clues)

"Something like that," he answered "Although I have the dark feeling that involves an incinerator."

Baby seemed to be seething with rage or sadness. But whatever it was, she was shaking with her fists clenched.

"I...I won't let them...take away...WHAT LITTLE I HAVE LEFT!"

For once, the small child had scared him. Even more than the poster that appeared to give him the stink-eye in the elevator.

He could see her face plates pulsing with rage. Her eyes tearing up with some kind of liquid.

"W-w-we have a suit!" She blubbered "An old spring-lock one! You look skinny enough to hide in it! We can wind it up so that way you don't get injure! maybe we could hide you in there and when the people stop looking for you We we we..."

The emotional breakdown that she was having was way more than Emmet could have expected. She was on the floor sobbing, as if a child had just come home from a bad day at school only to find her goldfish dead.

"I-i-it's not fair..." She sobbed while she pounded the ground with her fist "T-t-they can't just do that to you! J-j-just cause you fail doesn't mean they h-h-have to w-w-wipe your memo-o-o"

Her breakdown was getting so severe that she seemed to stop making sentences.

I should probably do something... He thought

He hadn't consoled a temper-tantrum in years, but he moved forward and tried to do the best that he could remember from oh-so-long ago.

"I don't have a choice." He said "And besides, you know what will happen if you try to hide me."

Baby sobbed in his chest.

"Just...let it out."

"What if this is your last night before, you know...they...?" She asked

He thought of an excuse for that, like he had been doing all night.

"If that's the case." He said "Then I want to thank you. For making this the greatest night I ever had."

"W-w-will you come back if your still you?" She asked, her sobbing starting to decrease.

"I promise." He said "If my memory is intact, I will return. And then we'll pick up right where we left off, okay?"

"O-o-okay..." She sniffled.

"Good." He said wiping away her tears with his sleeve "Now don't cry. Nobody likes seeing children crying. And nobody likes to see a sad clown either. For the most part, it makes only them look creepier..."

He saw her let out a silver of a smile. And as tiny as it was, it seemed to make all the difference in the world to her, now that she knew there was hope he would return one day.

"Please come back," She said "I...I had the most amount of fun tonight than I had in a long time."

"I will. And maybe we'll save the world again somehow tomorrow."

He then walked into the elevator shaft. And turned to face the empty control module. Emmet hit the button to the main floor. As the doors to the elevator were closing he could see her waving,

He waved back. And soon, the doors closed and he could hear the ping! As he ascended up the floors and back to the main surface.

Man... he thought feeling the strong sense of sadness and sorrow Baby knows how to make people sad...and happy for that matter...

Something touched him, seeing her wave at him. Perhaps it was guilt. Perhaps it was nostalgia of what he should have done long ago. Or just perhaps he had made a child cry, and seeing her have such large faith in his return seemed to be astounding on so many levels.

He started thinking about the child, and how this scene seemed like a cruel repeat of history for him. How oh-so long ago he could have waved at his sister. He could have done something about that day, and maybe then, she wouldn't have been-

SKREEEE!

Suddenly, the elevator came to a jarring halt.

He gripped the handles of the elevator and could hear the cabin shake from the force of stopping it.

What the he-

Suddenly, a new voice was in the elevator.

I'm Impressed... The female voice said You handled her well.

A wave of realization, and rather annoyance swept over Emmet as he realized just who he was talking to again.

Oh great... he thought It's you again...

End of Chapter.

Sorry that this one took longer. I have been working on a one-shot series that I have been meaning to update for quite some time now. That and this week has been crazier than normal. Also tried to cover a little bit of everything that this series would be about.

I really should scale down, or at least, make it easier on myself.

I think I'll keep this weekly update. I know the updates may seem kind of slow, but I think you guys like quality over quantity (At least, that's what the reviews say...) so I'll keep it at that.

Thanks for reading! Only fav if you really like it and write a review only if you feel like it (Nobody is telling you what to do) and as always, I'll see you in the next chapter!

Stay magical my friends!