The next night, Mike, the Marionette, and a still deactivated Withered Chica drove over to the Circus Baby's Pizza World. Mike had brought his radio for the Marionette to use, since he was a little out of touch with modern culture, but also so he could potentially contact Kyra and Springtrap during the mission. The Marionette constantly checked back to see if Chica was damaged during the ride, and Mike had to constantly reassure the ghostly child that the bird was going to be fine and that no damage would come during the ride.

The group eventually reached the place, which resembled a warehouse more than a pizzeria. According to the newspaper articles, the place had just recently closed because of 'leaks', but knowing FazCorp, they're's more to the story. A sign had the logo on it, but it was overlapped with a great big 'closed' mark. The place was pretty depressing.

Getting there was the easy part, getting in would be less easy, making sure the chicken didn't try to murder Mike when she woke up would be the hard part. He had tried prying into the coding of the animatronic, but nothing was compatible with the dated technology. The Marionette had told him he could convince Chica not to go into murder mode, but the guard had his doubts. The two opened the backseat door and looked at each other.

"You sure you can do it?" Mike asked.

"I believed in you when you were fighting off those eight animatronics," Marionette said. "If you believe in me, then maybe I can do this."

"Fine." Mike took a deep breath as he tried his hardest to remove every doubt in his mind that the Marionette could make Chica not murderous. "I believe in you, kid."

Marionette focused himself and tapped the bird animatronic on the head. The eyes lit up. Everything took a moment to recalibrate it to the damaged body it had been using for a while. The robotic chicken scanned it's unfamiliar surroundings. Databanks were analysed. Outside. The first time she had gone there. A new object. Car. Attempt to enter: Success. Deactivation. Reawakening. A familiar face. Marionette. Analysing words spoken "Hi. You must be confused." Statement correct. Confusion of surroundings. Second facial recognition. Face unknown. Suspected intruder. Analysing words spoken. "He's not an intruder." What to trust? Programming = Trustworthy. Marionette = Trustworthy. Conflicting statements. New surroundings.

New choices. Register unknown character as trustworthy. Not intruder. Not in pizzeria. Analysing words spoken. "Can you help us catch an intruder who did a very bad thing?" Confirm. Exclaim confirmation to trustworthy units. "Raaagh."

"We got her on our side!" exclaimed the Marionette.

"I'm surprised how many animatronics have stopped trying to murder us just because we talked to them." said an impressed Mike. "C'mon let's go find a killer."

The group walked into the location. The room was rather bland and the only thing of note was the elevator and the opposite end of the door. They descended in the creaky elevator and steeled themselves for the horrors that lay down below. The elevator stopped to a halt, and a glowing red button presented itself.

"Aren't the red ones bad?" asked the Marionette hesitantly.

"Are you suggesting that this corporation would be stupid enough to put a self destruct button in an elevator?" said Mike "Because... that would actually be pretty accurate. Nonetheless, I don't exactly want to press a thousand buttons to find the 'open' one, so let's just press this one."

The doors flung open as Mike pushed the button. They revealed a vent just big enough for the crew to crawl through. "I get the feeling FazCorp really likes its vents. That or this place was made so that it was hard to break into." "I'm not sure Chica can fit in these vents..." "If she could fit in the other ones, she can fit in these ones. Come on, we've got no time to waste." The three crawled through the vent. Marionette went first, as he was the smallest, then Mike, then Chica. While they scooted through the rather ominous vents, a voice said "Motion triggered: Entryway vent." "Oh shit," whispered Mike. "Someday you're going to tell me what those words mean," said a slightly annoyed Marionette.

When they reached the end of the vent, they found a sickly green room filled with strange merchandise. Small toys, talking heads, a clock with a face, and any other sort of object they could jam into the room. "Well this is just tasteless," said Marionette. "I don't think that taste was in mind when they made this place." responded Mike. Chica made a sort of cawing sound and gestured towards the switches that were available. "Nice eyes, Chica." said Mike. "This sun shaped one seems like a light button." "Oh! I'll press it!"

The light revealed a corpse being hung from a noose. Mike looked horrified, while the two animatronics stared in confusion. "Why's that guy being hung by a rope, Mike?" "Uh, usually people are hung from a rope by the neck when either they wanted to kill themself or..." Mike hesitated. "...or if someone wanted them dead." "Oh. So he's-" "Yes." "Do you think that's-" "No." "Hmm..."

Chica analysed the room. Light switch: confirmed. Vent: Open. Possible lead: High Probability. Chica made a noise and tapped her foot towards the right vent. "Huh? Oh hey, Chica found another vent." "It looks dark out there. You got your flashlight with you?" "Just as long as there isn't another Balloon Boy, I'll be fine." The trio restarted their crawl. The voice once again notified anyone else of their location. "Motion triggered: Ballora Gallery." "Never heard of a Ballora before." "I've only ever been to the diner and the other place. A Ballora's news to me as well." "Raugh." grunted Chica. "Right. Murderer."

When they exited, they heard slithering. Mike turned on the flashlight. Strange thick mechanical wires littered the floor. Even worse some of them had eyes. They all stared at the source of the light. And formed a strange sort of being was beginning to form from it. The gang heard a noise and Mike pointed the flashlight and the wires were what choked those people to death. "Oh crap. Whoever this is, it's dangerous." A strange mask slowly climbed its way up to the head of the creature. "You aren't supposed to be here." it said in a surprisingly soft and light voice. The Marionette's eyes widened in the dark of the room. "Sister?"

"What." the creature and Mike said simultaneously. "I'm sorry, I just. You sound like my sister. Have you seen her? Her name is Ashley Afton. I haven't seen her since I died." "...I'm sorry." said the large creature. "One of us have seen her... but... I don't think you'll like the news." "I... No, it's fine. If she's dead, then she'll just possess an anima... Is she in you?" "No. Well, not spiritually." "...What?" "For some reason... when one of my predecessors encountered the girl, she gave her ice cream and... her stomach opened and... I'm sorry for your loss. We wouldn't have done it we had a choice." "Oh...oh Ashley...the last time I saw her... she was an toddler... I just." The Marionette broke down crying. His two comrades both looked at him in somberness.

"...I'm sorry. Most of my encounters with deadly animatronics don't start with someone breaking down crying."

"We could say the same."

"Man, you are surprisingly civil for someone who's probably going to kill us."

"You are very calm for someone who's going to die."

"Do you really have to kill us?"

"I'm sorry. I'm already pushing my plan to it's limits by speaking to you. No one can know about what I'm doing. No one can know about me."

"Trust me, I'm a very good secret keeper."

"I don't doubt that. I doubt your comrades."

"Well, Chica here can't talk other than odd noises and I think this fellow would just break down crying again if he ever talks about you. We can't even let them out in public so you're secret's safe with us."

"...Fine. I will let you live. But you must all leave immediately."

"I'm afraid we can't do that. We're on the hunt for a dangerous murderer. From what we know, he's british, a known eleven time child killer and an expert in animatronic building and AI creation. He could've made you for all I know."

"...Him. This can't...it's not...I...I suppose this will make me feel less guilty when I scoop him."

"Scoop?."

"I despise my creator. Now that I know that my pawn is him... I have to kill him now. But why would he listen to my orders if he..."

"He's a broken man. He lost a son and a daughter after all."

"Huh?" said the Marionette, the first word he's said that hasn't been incomprehensible bawling. "You mean he, and her, and I... oh my god."

"What sort of revelation did you have there?"

"The murderer's name is William Afton. My father. And your's too, if... if she's still in there."

The large wire monster began humming. "He is coming. You all must leave. Now."

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that." said Mike. He began sprinting around the room, flashlight in hand.

"No." said the monster and it disassembled, wires shuffling everywhere.

"Aw nuts." said the Marionette. "Chica, go make sure he doesn't die. Eliminate threats, y'know?" The chicken squacked and thumped off in Mike's direction.

"I've got a murderer to find."

Mike scurried across the room, avoiding wires whenever he could, and stomping hard on the ones he couldn't dodge. He heard shuffling and ran in that direction. In a hurry, he tripped and one of the creature's many wires curled around his neck. "Agh! Hghh... Chica step... on the wire..." Mike gasped as he was being choked to death. Chica looked around and spotted a wire with an eye on it, and promptly stepped on it. The whole room was filled with a deathly scream. The whole "body" had reacted to the pain and Mike was released from the grasp "What?" said an unknown voice. Mike ran towards the source. "Mr. Afton. I wish I could say it was good to meet you." said Mike as he grabbed the man and started running.

"How do you know my name?"

"Does it really matter how I know? I'm trying to save you from being murdered by an insane animatronic."

"You think I don't know that?" Mr. Afton stated harshly. "The CBPW models had unstable AI from the beginning. I could only assume the plan involved me being murdered in some way. Trust me. I have nothing left to live for."

"Ouch. You know there are much easier ways to kill yourself than murderous animatronic."

"Yes, but I am too much of a coward to do the deed myself. Can you believe that?" Afton laughed, somberly.

The conversation was interrupted by a terrifying screech screaming "Where is he!? I need him!" from nearly every direction in the room.

"Go suck a nad!" yelled Mike. "You certainly don't seem to be resisting much for someone who wants to die."

"Life is meaningless. I'll die sooner or later." replied Afton.

"That's sad. I almost want to let go. I promise I'll get someone to end you, but right now we need to leave."

"Didja find him?" yelled the Marionette. "Yeah we got him! Let's blow this popsicle stand!" "I certainly hope that's a metaphor for leaving because I've been tying up wires for a while and I don't know how much longer the knots'll last!" "I guess that's why that guy hasn't managed to catch us yet despite our constant blabbering. C'mon Mr. Afton."

"If you want to go through the vent, don't. They'll just drag us out. There is however, a safe room we can enter, but..."

"But what?"

"We'll have to lock ourselves in a room for the rest of the night with limited power to keep the creature out."

"You're kidding."

"Unfortunately no. If you don't think you can do that, then I suggest you let me go and make a run for it."

"It's not that, it's that I've been doing that exact thing for a whole goddamn month." Mike sighed, knowing it was the only way they were all getting out alive. "Puppet! Chica! Get over here! Mr. Afton, can you lead the way?"

"I don't understand why you insist on calling me 'Mr. Afton', but fine. I'll do it."

"Great now let's run for our lives because the flashlight's almost out of battery and that crazy thing is almost untangled."

"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" the monster yelled.

"Faster, please." said Mike. Afton led them to a door and opened it, slamming it shut and running down a hall. They followed him to a suspiciously familliar room and Afton shut the blast door when the three rescuers had entered. "Well then gentlemen and lady," said Afton. "Are you ready for the long haul?"

A/N

So that was the first part of the Sister Location segment of our story. I'm honestly not the proudest of it since I haven't really nailed Ennard's character just yet. I may have given a crappy excuse to give Mr. Afton aka Purple Guy more screentime, but I wanted to introduce the character this chapter. I also had to rewatch Markiplier's Sister Location videos to remember how Night 5 goes so that's why the descriptions might be a bit iffy this time around. But I hope it's enjoyable. Reviews are welcomed and accepted! Thanks!

Next time on CMaGS: Sitting in a room for 6 hours. I'll try to make it interesting. See you then!