Underground. That's where I was. Trapped underground. I was alone in the room, as far as I could tell. Around me was a room that was clearly locked - it was labelled "Private", a room labelled "Parts and Service", a room with only windows, a hatch, and the word "Danger" plastered all around it, and another room with only windows and a hatch. I walked around for a bit, and then I heard a mechanical voice talk about Ballora - I stopped listening after a while, and have forgotten what they actually said. Then they mentioned me, before some light came on over a stage. The voice said something about a controlled shock, and then there was just pain. Excrutiating, blinding pain. I clearly wouldn't want to know what an "uncontrolled" shock would be, so I tried coming to where the light was, and when it came on again, there was no shock. The voice said something about checking on a Circus Baby - based off the name, probably the clown from earlier - and then faded out. After that, and seeing a figure pass left through the windows, I heard Baby's - that was probably her name - voice through an air vent.
"Is anyone there? It's lonely in here," she said.
I replied, "I'm here. If you want to talk with anyone, Funtime Foxy's through this vent."
"We neeed to discuss how to leave here," she began, "we can't stay here."
I heard an elevator coming down, and I told her to get back on where she was supposed to be, and that people were coming. I walked back to the stage of sorts, and then heard someone come through the hatch.
"Hey, Funtime Foxy, just a question, have you spoken to Circus Baby? Apparently she wasn't where she was supposed to be last night, and the only other case of that we know about is you?," asked Will.
"I have actually, can I ask you something?," I replied.
"Ask away," he answered.
"Why are we like this, and is it possible for others to be like this?," I asked.
"I don't know for the first one, and given how it's happened twice, it's certainly possible. I'll leave you with some paper and stuff, just write a note if Ballora or Funtime Freddy become like this," he answered. Will left a few sheets of paper, a marker, and some tape on the stage before leaving, which I put off to the side. The next night passed uneventfully, with no word from Baby, and then Will came again and asked me to go out of this room, up through an elevator, and into a truck - apparently I'd been booked for a private party.
Just saying for the one person who follows this, this is probably going to be the last chapter for a while. I'm going to Europe, and that means that I won't be writing or really thinking about this until I get back.
