After striking down about half a dozen ink blobs in the orchestra room, which was totally unfair in how they gained up on me, and suffering a few more scratches, I made my way back to William's office. "Okay, now let's-ah!" Sure; why not have a blob guarding the doorway? "Die sucker! Die!" I slammed the ax into its head, panting as the ink melted. "I… am… hating this!"

Opening the door, I walked straight over to the pump control lever, and flipped it down. "There. That ought to do it." I looked over at the table, and frowned at a set of schematics for some… machine. That doesn't look promising. It actually looks like the ink machine. But… why is that down here? Frowning, I glanced at the radio beside it. "Hmmm..." I flicked the knob, and another ragtime piano song blared out of the speakers. This one had me bobbing my head slightly to the tune. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Now all it needed was some catchy lyricst's time to believe." Believe in what? Baby? I certainly hope not. I stepped out of the room, glaring at the inky message on the wall. "So, all that's left now is to head down the stairwell and we're home fr-"

A blunt object whacked against the back of my head, and I dropped to the ground, rolling onto my back dizzily. "Wh… what…?" Blurring vision prevented me from seeing straight, but I was half certain that the thing that knocked me out was… "C-Circus Baby…?"

"Rest your head, it's time for bed."

Oh no.


"There we go now. Nice and tight. We wouldn't want our sheep roaming away now, would we?" H-huh…? Lazily, I felt my eyelids start to open, black spots in my vision. Wait, what happened before…!? Circus Baby! I shot up in alarm. An ink monster stood in front of me, wearing a filthy red dress and a Circus Baby's mask. The grin was smashed out, allowing dark eyes to study me. Creep. "Wh-what's going on?" I struggled to stand up, and suddenly realized why.

This… thing, tied me to a freakin' chair! Knots were done around my wrists and legs, binding me to the seat. Where's the ax!? I looked around quickly, finding it propped up under a speaker by a plank of wood. Dang! Now what do I do!? "No, we wouldn't," he said. I guess it was a he, the voice sounded male. "I must admit I am… honored you came all the way down here to visit me. It almost makes what I'm about to do seem… cruel."

What ARE you about to do… oh no. No, no. No. NO. I'm-I'm sitting in a ritual circle. Not good, not good at ALL. "But the believers must honor their savior. I must have him notice me." No! No, I don't want your creepy senpai to devour me to notice you! "Wait. You look familiar to me… that face…"

"I-I'm M-Marylin," I stuttered. "M-Marylin S-Schmidt. Mike's d-daughter." C'mon, girl. Think! Why does this freak seem so… familiar? Is he…? "W-William Afton?"

William chuckled darkly, and I flinched backwards. "An offspring of Mike's. How… perfect." What the heck do you mean by that!? Why is that perfect!? "Not now. Four our lord is calling to us, my little sheep. The time of sacrifice is at hand!" NO! No, it doesn't! "And then, I will finally be freed from this… prison. This inky… dark… abyss I call a body."

Well, I like my body! "W-William, please! Y-You don't have to do this!" William reached forward, and held a hand to my mouth. Just as Circus Baby had done, the bitter taste of ink flooded my mouth. "Ack!"

"Shhhh… quiet! Listen! I can hear her." As he said that, we looked upwards. Several loud thumbs came from the floor above, knocking dust down from the ceiling. "Crawling above. Crawling!" He pulled his hand away, and I spat out the ink in disgust. "Let us begin.The ritual must be completed!" No, it doesn't! It's not a requirement! "Soon she will hear me… he will set us free," he leered. I spat more ink onto the floor, and tried to remove the small amount trailing down the back of my throat. Glaring in the direction William went, I raised a brow at his feet. The inky stubs dragged along the floorboards, just as the ink blobs had done.

"Nice feet, ya loser," I snapped. I looked down at the ropes binding my wrists, and frowned. Time to hurry. If what ink boy was saying was true, then I had to get out of here ASAP. I began tugging on the binds, the rope digging into my skin.

"Sheep, sheep, sheep. It's time for sleep," William's voice sickly sang from the speakers in front of me. "Rest your head. It's time for bed. In the morning, you may wake. Or in the morning, you'll be dead." That is an option! I choose life! "Hear me, Circus Baby!" William cried. I shot up to see the gated door in front of me begin to rise, and I hurried even faster to free myself. Almost… there…! "Arise from the darkness! Arise and claim my offering! Free me! I beg you!"

"No thank you! No thank you!" I shouted, and finally freed a hand. "Yes!" I began to untie the other hand, freeing me from the rope burns I had inflicted.

"I summon you, ink demon! Show your face and take this tender sheep!" I am not a sheep! I rubbed a wrist before kneeling down to untie my legs. I proudly identify as an nine tailed fox. "No!" Abruptly, the tone William was using changed. I glanced up at the speakers worriedly. What's happening? "Stay back! I am your prophet! I am your-AAAHHH!" The speakers let out a shriek, and I suddenly found myself having the energy to break free of the bonds.

"Time to run!" I ran through the two walls of loose planks, scooping up the ax along the way. "Ah! I don't have time for you!" I ducked the two ink blobs springing up from the ground, and hurried down the hallway. Whacking at the boards boarding up the exit, I quickly climbed out of an ink pit and stared at… what was I staring at? A huge ink pond filling a room? Why… is this here? I crept towards it, holding the ax by my head when…

"OH MY GOD!" Freakin' Circus Baby! She's back! Giant ink monster's back! The… thing, looked like Circus Baby, but… it was something out of a nightmare. It towered above me, and ink dripped off its body. She turned to look at me, and the grin she gave me…

The lights began to flicker on and off, and I felt the ink lake begin to seep forward, covering my feet. "RUN AWAY! AWAAYYY!" I flung myself around, finding the old pathway blocked! "WHY!?" I slid against the wood, and chased down the right corridor.

I nervously looked behind me, and saw the demon turn the corner, chasing after. My feet bounded up the small set of stairs and I ran into the room in front of me. As fast as I could, I grabbed a board beside the door, and blocked the entrance. Loud pounding came from the other side, eventually dying down.

Panting, I backed away from the door, and tensely made my way into the next room. "That was… was that… Circus Baby?" It… it couldn't be. Unless… unless he was either a real demon, or… or Michael had something to do with this. I wouldn't put it past him, after what he did to Freddy. I looked at the next corner I had to make, and came to a halt.

A random can of bacon soup. I watched the object roll across the floor from the hallway across from me, and bounce against the wall. "Hello? Is someone… there?" I gripped the weapon, and got into a stance in case I had to fight or flight. "I know you're in here. Come out and show yourself.

Footsteps began to approach, and I backed up. Please don't be Circus Baby. Please don't be Circus Baby. Wh-what? Honestly, out of everything I had come to expect out of this creepypasta madhouse, this… wasn't something I had expected. The tall bear animatronic watched me curiously, tilting his head to the side. "F-Freddy?"