"Freddy? Are you sure-?"
"That is Big Brother you are talking to, Mister!"
"Right. Big Brother. Are you sure this plan is going to work?"
"Well, why don't you look in the mirror?"
"There are no mirrors, Freddy."
"Okay. You are the spitting image of a Minireena.Will that make you shut up?" asks Bon Bon.
Yup. Out of all the ideas to play dress-up, I get stuck with the idea of being a mini ballerina. According to Freddy's logic, Ballora would never hurt one of her own Minireenas. So, despite being a very tall and manly one, I could rest assured that I would pass. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that I won't really quite fit the criteria. I mean, just looking down at myself, I knew for a fact that one giant white tutu on a guy won't exactly pass for a dancing robot. Even the slightest scrutiny destroys our whole plan.
By the way, who on earth stores giant tutus in the Breaker Room?
"I wish I got a spare Freddy head instead."
"Too bad little brother! There can only be one me!"
I give an unamused look to Freddy. I thought big brothers were supposed to be helpful. Then again, the big brother in FNaF 4 wasn't helpful at all to his little brother so I can't exactly speak for all big brothers out there. Never mind, I am getting off track.
But Freddy did have a point. I mean, I am aware of the trick in FNaF 2 with the whole spare Freddy head. While it works while in that game, this one would be way different.
For starters, the spare Freddy head. In FNaF 2, the head is empty so the player can wear it comfortably. In this game, even if I did find a spare Freddy head, I seriously doubt that wearing something plastic is a good idea to begin with. But that isn't the issue. Its the size that is the problem. I mean, if you actually compare Funtime Freddy's head with the regular Freddy Fazbear, there is a sizable difference. I don't want to suffocate because Big Brother Freddy has a smaller head.
Besides, even if I can find a spare Freddy suit (without it somehow killing me), I have no doubt that Ballora would get suspicious. She won't even have to blink an eye if she saw a guy wearing only a Freddy head walking out of the Breaker Room. All she has to do is open her eyes, look at the rest of me and then strangle me to death. Or kick my ribs if she really wants a performance that would "take my breath away."
Maybe I can ask Freddy for the spare spring-lock suit that Baby eventually uses to kidnap the player. But if I do that, then I have to make sure to keep tightening the spring locks every few seconds: Make one wrong move and I am going to become the new Springtrap. Don't get me wrong: Springtrap is an awesome guy. I just don't want to take over his place and go through the whole process, especially with the spring locks killing me.
"Don't worry about it. In a word that anyone can understand: You have a 100 percent chance of dying." Bon Bon says. He probably thinks he's being funny.
"Oh thanks, Bon-Bon. I couldn't bear the thought."
Looks like I forgot to mention to Freddy that I do make puns from time to time. I wonder if he likes this one? I glance over and see Bon Bon narrowing his eyes. Freddy just stares at me like I just grew another head.
"Little Brother, I am going to need to teach you better puns."
Okay. It looks like the bear animatronic does not like my puns. But I doubt his are going to be any better.
"Forget that, Freddy. He needs to go to a mental institution."
Bon Bon absolutely despises my puns. Note to self: Never make puns to Bon Bon and Freddy.
"Okay. Are you ready little brother?"
I take off my glasses and wipe them with the end of my shirt. In all honesty, I am not ready. I mean, it was only by pure luck that Ballora wasn't on her stage that one time. I doubt she was taking the day off. But at least Freddy will help me out. I mean, hopefully he would defend me if Ballora moved to kill me. I doubt Bon Bon is likely to come to my aid though.
"I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
Bon Bon crosses his arms over his metallic chest. Freddy gives me a nod that it's time. I amble my way over to the door of the Breaker Room, each step awkward and wide like I'm wearing a suit of armor. I turn the cold, metal doorknob and flinch when the slightest movement of the door lets out a lengthy CREEEAAK! Even if it was relatively silent to others, to me it was deafening.
"Well, get going already."
I make a face at Bon Bon. Does this guy not see what I am trying to do? Ballora could still hear my footsteps! I can't just run out of the room and hope she doesn't notice! Come to think of it: I did just hear him say he still wanted to snap my neck before. Never mind—clearly my safety was none of his concern.
As soon as I set one foot down outside the Breaker Room, a bright light fills the room. There must be some kind of automatic sensory system or motion detectors installed. Thanks to the added light, I can get a clearer view of Ballora Gallery. In the dead center of the room sits the stage where Ballora dances. A few white tables were set up near the side of the room, probably where people put food and party hats for events. A few streamers hung in the air as though someone had recently prepared to put on a birthday party.
Unfortunately, just as I expected, Ballora was onstage dancing. I kind of hoped she was still on snooze—her and the Minireenas dancing behind her.
But this is strange. Ballora gallery shouldn't light up at all. I mean, the game purposely made the room dark so that the player would have to listen carefully to avoid Ballora. It wouldn't be much of a challenge if the player could see where she was. Man. Why can't the game just stick with being the same game? Everything is getting so complicated.
"Freddy-"
"Big Brother."
"Right. Big Brother. Could you walk right next to me? You know, so that you are in front of Ballora's stage?" I ask in a low voice.
"Why?"
"So that way she can't see me."
"Oh. Okay."
I quickly move beside Freddy to put him between me and Ballora's stage. Good. Now I should be able to hide behind Freddy's girth.
"Ballora! How are you doing?"
What? I turn to look at Freddy with wide eyes. I just told him not to get Ballora's attention! What is he doing? I hold my breath as Ballora leaps off the stage and ambles over to us. Oh, boy.
"Freddy. You usually don't come out of the Breaker Room. Is something the matter?"
"Well, er..."
"He is going to go have a chat with Funtime Foxy. I gave him the fuel to go man up and confess his love to her,"Bon Bon says.
"Oh. That is so sweet, Freddy."
"Y-Yeah! And I am going to go do it with my little brother!"
My heart stops cold for just a second. I've never felt so much like someone was literally pushing me to my death. Freddy! What are you doing?
Ballora asks,"Little brother?" She's not buying it!
"Yeah. Uh. One of your Minireenas...volunteered to be my little brother."
"Really? But my Minireenas are all female."
"Uh. Did I say little brother? Sorry. I meant little sister."
"Is that so? May I hear your voice then, dear?"
I give Freddy an I-don't-know-what-to-do look. Freddy figures out my plight and begins speaking in a high-pitched, screechy voice. I feel like my eardrums are going to burst.
"Of course, Miss Ballora! You are so wonderful! I want to be just as beautiful as you! In fact, I have been practicing my dances more times than I can count!"
"Really, dear? That is wonderful but might I ask why do you have such heavy footsteps? It sounds as though you could make out as... a human."
I give Funtime Freddy a look and he quickly activates his special ability. His voice once again mimics the sound of a Minireena speaking.
"Wha-? Don't be silly, Ballora! There is no way-"
I turn back to see Ballora having her eyes narrowed at me, her fists clenched.
Busted. That plan fell rather short.
"You!"
Well, I now know for a fact Ballora does not like me at all.
"I see what is going on here. You must have brainwashed Freddy to do your bidding. Or worse, you threatened to make him cry again if he didn't help you to get past me!"
Why is that I have to be the bad guy? I don't think I could even brainwash a robot if I knew how. Reprogram him, maybe—but only if I suddenly got super skills in computer programming that I currently lack.
"I'll show you what happens when someone tries to hurt the ones I care about," Ballora howls.
With that, the ballerina animatronic held a fist and shot it straight at me like a rocket.
"No!"
Funtime Freddy snatches her fist out of the air with one hand, holding it back inches from making contact with my face.
"Freddy. What are you doing?" Ballora asks.
"Uhm… Well..."
"Dang it, Freddy! I knew we should have given him the Bibybad disguise! He is too fat to be a skinny ballerina!" Bon Bon hisses at us.
If Ballora's eyes had kerosene and a pilot light, they would be ablaze by now. Ballora swings her leg out of nowhere, I guess aiming for Freddy's head. He does a karate chop with his hand, deflecting the attack by smacking Bon Bon against Ballora's foot.
"Ow!" Bon Bon hollers.
"You mean to tell meyouthought of the idea, Freddy?" Ballora's icy tone rings in the air with a resounding echo.
Freddy looks as though he's having a mental argument with himself. Kind of like a kid facing the dilemma of whether to tell the truth or lie to their parents. He turns to look at me and, like any good brother, he screams for my safety.
"Little Brother! Run!"
He doesn't need to tell me twice. I pump my legs as fast as I can to get to the vent, ignoring the extra weight stacked on me thanks to my Minireena disguise.
"I wouldn't run away if I were you."
Why not? I'm almost at the vent. In fact, I just need to get over that huge mass of Minireenas… blocking my path. Ugh! I can't even count how many there are inside the sea of white faces! I turn back to see Ballora's left foot on top of Freddy, evidently triumphing over him like how a pirate puts her foot on a treasure chest.
Oh drat. I'm in huge trouble now.
"You might as well just give up," Ballora says calmly. Her voice is so calm it chills me to hear it.
"Why should I do that?"
"Let's just say a little fox told me something... interesting... about you."
Fox? Who? Was it Lolbit? No. It couldn't be. After all, she said to me herself that she would help me. Funtime Foxy? I mean. She is the only other fox animatronic in here. But what information about me would pique their interests?
"I heard karma hurts pretty bad. I wonder how it will fare with you."
What is Ballora talking about? I mean, I don't think the player does anything bad to the animatronics. There isn't a cut scene like in Five Nights at Freddy's 3 where Purple Guy breaks the animatronics down manually. I mean, the only time in Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location where the robots feel pain is when they are—
A buzzer went out.
My heart sank.
Oh no.
Not now.
Please not now.
"Steve. Due to the fact that you have not moved for a few minutes, we will now administer to you a controlled shock. Please do not hold it against us."
HandUnit. You monster.
I let out a scream as my whole body is set on fire from the inside. At least, that's what it feels like as every one of my organs ruptures in pain. I feel like HandUnit decided to turn up the voltage. My knees give way and I collapse onto the ground. My arms are the only things keeping me from kissing the ground. Being in this position, I feel like my arms are going to give out any second.
"Minireenas! Be some sweet dears andcapture him!"
I can't do anything as a swarm of them pounce on my back. As soon as they stomp on me, I'm flat on the ground. A few grab my arms and pin them behind my back. Some sit on my legs for further restraint. There are far too many for me to fight back. It feels like an endless stream of Minireenas immobilizing me. I try to squirm and free myself but they won't even let me budge. More jump on me and my back feels like it was carrying a boulder. Each new pounce forces me to cough out all the air in my lungs.
One of them slowly steps to my face. Inches away, she growls, "So you thought looking like one of us would set you free, huh?"
"I bet he was wearing it to mock us!"one of the other yells from my back.
"I think you're right. First things first: Let's get rid of it."
"Hey! That was my tutu! Don't go tearing it off!" Funtime Freddy moans.
Big Brother Funtime Freddy. I don't think the Minireenas care one iota about that anymore. The tutu doesn't last a second as hands relentlessly tear the thin fabric. Now the disguise is officially useless. I look up to the tiny leader of the Minireenas. Her yellow eyes pierce through me and for once, the little ballerinas actually look terrifying.
"As soon as Miss Ballora gives the word, we'll take him apart."
Two Minireenas hop off my back and snatch my glasses from either side. My vision fades and gets fuzzy instantly. I don't see well without my glasses.
"Piece by piece,"the leader snarls in my face.
As though on cue, the two Minireenas jump on my glasses. I hear the sounds of glass smashing. Shards fly everywhere and I have to simply hope that I don't get hit. After all the adrenaline of that attack, I'm not sure I'd notice a cut here and there.
I can feel tears leaking down my eyes. I normally try to hold back from crying, but I can't this time.
I'm sorry dad. I guess I was a failure from the beginning. At least you won't have to deal with my stupid puns anymore.
"What is going on here?"
I feel a huge weight off my back as the Minireenas scramble from me like children caught doing something wrong. My back experiences instant relief as my lungs expand and give me the oxygen I needed. While I am glad to be free, I feel an even bigger weight on my heart. I don't know whether it is from the excitement or fear as I gaze upon the new animatronic that entered the gallery. Even though I can't see well, I can make out the shape just enough to know exactly who it is.
The ring master herself.
Baby.
