Heyo Guys! Ubercharged here bringing you guys Chapter 12! Now, before we begin, I'm just going to, well, review some reviews left on my fanfiction. I don't know exactly why, just feeling like doing something that wasn't just saying "Hi, enjoy!" XD

Starting off:

"How does this guy/girl update so quickly..."

Well Stryker, I don't even know myself. Guess the world may never know? XD

"I love this story, but I think it would be a bad idea to go in a human x animatronic direction."

First, thank you so much for enjoying it. Second, I think stuff like that is fine as long as it doesn't end with lemons. But hey, that's my silly opinion. :3

"Please do continue"

Can do Enderagirl. ;)

Well, that's all I'll do for now. If you guys would like me to continue these review reviews, please let me know in the reviews. XD

I don't know why, but I woke up rather groggily and cramped as opposed to what I usually felt opening my eyes. Regardless, my arched my back as far as possible, leaning my head back, only for the surface of metal to reach the back of my head.

"Huh?" I thought to myself as I tried my best to look around the room I was in. However, I couldn't see all that much, as my vision was limited to only two large circles I instantly identified for eye holes. Was I..was I in a suit? As I observed the predicament I was in, I heard a familiar voice call out to me.

"Eric, is that you?"

Ballora?

"Y-Yeah, it is. Where are you? I can hardly see in here." I called out to her, my general confusion fueling my voice behind that question. I wondered why I was here, and why I was in this suit.

"You're in the Scooping Room, Eric."

Instantly, memories of that one day flooded their way into my mind. The day I had witnessed Baby being "scooped" by the "Scooper" as they said it was called.

"Alright, but what am I inside? I can barely move."

"You're in something from an older location, a place called 'Fredbear's Family Diner', I think it was called. I've heard people refer to it as a 'springlock suit'. While I don't have much knowledge on them, Baby has once told me that they could double as both an animatronic for entertaining children and a suit employees could wear to entertain them as well."

I was about to comment on that statement, but Ballora wasn't finished giving me the facts.

"However, those suits were soon scrapped and moved here after a number of...unfortunately fatal incidents involving malfunctions with the springlocks."

I gulped. "F-Fatal?!"

"Yes, but given the situation you're in, the chances of a springlock failure for you is really slim..."

I let out a sigh, feeling relieved that my fate here would be greatly decreased by a margin, but I felt myself bringing that sigh back in as Ballora finished her statement.

"...as long as you keep the springlocks from busting off from contact with them. I would recommend lowering your breathing to prevent them going off."

I instantly took her advice, my breathing slowing down to a mere crawl, and my heart beat involuntarily beating at a small rate, one that I hadn't imagined it could reach.

"W-Where are the others...?"

"I don't know myself, but I heard Baby lead them to somewhere through Funtime Auditorium. I heard a door that wasn't the Scooping Room open and slam shut, so I assume there's another door in Funtime Auditorium, one myself haven't heard of. I'm even sure the Funtime Animatronics didn't hear of it as well.

This piqued my interest. Where were the Funtime Animatronics being lead to?

As I thought of the possibility, I heard a slight grinding sound echo in my ear, which caused me to shiver.

"Oh no, the springlocks!" I heard Ballora gasp. "Quick, Minireenas, help Eric out!"

Once I started to sweat, I heard a crawling on my legs, which continued up to my torso. Through my eye holes, I saw three Minireenas, all climbing up the side of the suit's face. Almost as if they forced it to, the face plates to the suit popped open, restoring my once-hindered eyesight and allowing me to see Ballora on the other side of the Scooping Room.

I could hear clicking sounds from the sides of the suit, which were courtesy of the Minis, who were winding the Springlocks back into place, to save my hide from a possible fate.

"Don't worry Eric, the Minireenas will handle the Springlocks. I-I...just care too much for you to meet your fate here."

It was then I noticed something about her. She seemed to have a rather large dent in her back-she was slumped over, so I could see her back-as if someone had struck her with a blunt object. I had to ask.

"Ballora, what happened to you? Why is there a dent in your back?"

I could see her look up at me, and then I saw a rather upset yet concerned look on her face.

"Someone struck me last night. I have no clue who it was, but it knocked me out last night. It was only because of Baby I was able to fully recover. She moved me into the Scooping to hide me from whoever attacked me. Baby did the same for you, in case the attacker would come for you too, which is why you're in the suit."

That left my most intriguing question answered.

"Now, I feel helpless. I feel like a monster, to where someone forced physical violence onto me."

I felt bad for her. Really bad. I wanted to bring her over for a hug, but I feared that would cause the springlocks to go off, which the Minireenas continued working on to keep me alive.

"Listen, Ballora."

She looked at me, her face attempting to produce tears, despite the physical incapability to do so.

"Whoever did this to you is never going to get away with it. I will make sure to find whoever it was and make sure they pay. I care way too much for you to feel attacked by anyone." I never anticipated I could let out my feelings like that, but there was no hesitation to either stop or think about what I was doing.

I heard Ballora let out a robotic sniffle. "T-Thank you Eric."

I could only let out a weak smile, feeling rather tired, probably because of my sudden awakening inside this suit. "You're welcome...Ballora..."

Then, a mechanical sound echoed as the rest of the suit suddenly opened up, revealing my full body in my casual uniform and hat. I noticed the Minireenas drop off of me like flies, before crawling back across the room toward Ballora, who happily accepted her new companion.

"Maybe some day you could be a partner with me on stage."

I let out a rather small blush, which luckily, because of the lack of light in the room, wasn't visible to Ballora or the Minireenas, I hoped.

"The others and I could play a little game of Dress Up, as if you were a doll." She let out a rather human-like giggle, which caused my blush to spread further across my face.

For now, I only sat in the room with Ballora, since I expected someone to be out patroling the area, and in my current state, I didn't feel like getting up and moving around. We spent a few hours just having a conversation; we asked questions, played a couple guessing games, and I even tought Ballora how to cartwheel-after a few failed attempts of course-.

We had a great time, and that's what mattered.

But one question still remained an enigma in my mind: What happened to the others?

Secret Private Room, Baby's P.O.V...

"You guys wait here. I'll be right back." I told Funtime Freddy and Funtime Foxy as they stood, waiting at the door. I made my way into the office, where a couple static-filled monitors lay on the desk, as well as a human-like figure in the swivel chair.

I slightly made an introduction sound, which consisted of me pressing my bright red nose, which made a slight honking sound, barely audible to the figure.

"Just as you asked, Ennard..." I pointed down the corridor, which led to the entrance of the room on the left.

Ennard slowly looked up from the static, and right at me, his large endoskeleton eyes glaring at me. "PerFECt..."