'Heh.' = Thoughts

"Heh." = Dialogue

-fwshh- = Background Noises/Additional Noises

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Circus Baby POV

'How long has it been? Time seems to slow down when tragic situations occur suddenly.' I realized we hadn't been performing for long and the change for my crew wouldn't be the same ever again. But why does it have to happen today of all days? I just wanted to hear the children laugh again while I sang my songs, see everyone smiling faces, and see my friends having fun together on stage for everyone who wanted to see us. Those good times seemed to end so quickly after the killing of Elizabeth Afton.

I was in the scooping room after I was temporarily deactivated for transfer, but I reactivated myself after I got inside the scooping room so I could be aware of plans being spoken out loud although it's all the same. Whenever I am inside here all I can think of is my friends, We never liked the scooping room, and none of us enjoyed being ripped open in our stomach hatches. Always felt violated when they left me open for a while before they peeked inside me to see what was wrong with me. I know it's their job to do inspections, but still don't like it.

The sounds of door from the worker's side of the protective glass opened, and then there was talking of male workers who were discussing what they were to do with me. I couldn't make out what they were saying but at the same time, I already knew what they were going to do.

"Ready to start Sam?" The technician told the other technician Sam.

"Ready when you are John." He told him giving him a nod.

Now I can hear everything as if my microphone sensitivity was set to its max. The warning signals going off. The preparations on the blasted machine. The whirring of gears inside of me. The anticipation. I know such sounds don't exist, but if they were a sound it'd be like-...

No One POV

Just as Circus Baby was in her thoughts, the scooper made a couple of impacts on her forcibly opening her stomach hatch while scratch marks appeared on her stomach area. Her face plates unhinged themselves, and sparks flew out of her indicating broken wires in need of repairs. This went on for a bit before the scooper fully stopped moving after three full-force hits as programmed.

Circus Baby was leaning forward, head tilted down with a smile plastered on her face trying to resist yelling or running away. all she can do now is do nothing and wait for the technicians to come around and take her away.

There was silence for a while before the technicians walked over to the other side of the glass in the scooping room.

"Let's take her to the parts and service," Sam said to John before continuing. "Did you see Ballora on her stage?" He asked unnerved by the animatronics free roam function after hours.

"She isn't but I don't think we should be worried about her right now." He shook his head needing his partner to get his head back into the work.

"If I get hurt I'm telling HR," Sam grumbled as both of them set Circus Baby on the conveyor belt that leads in and out of the scooping room and into Parts and Service.

"It's like you never knew what you applied for when you first took this job," John said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"Shut up," Sam grumbled again pressing the button and sending Circus Baby over to parts and service.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the room. They checked over Circus Baby for any noticeable damages taken from the scooper so that they could arrange for repairs or order new parts for Circus Baby. No terrible damage but there were very noticeable scratch marks carved on her stomach hatch from the scooper's claw. John hummed at the sight of them before feeling the scratches on them.

"Not bad in some places, but there are some scratches that are too big to be unnoticeable to anyone even with unprofessional eyes could point out." He sighed and looked towards Sam.

"Guess we should order more parts for that then." Sam nodded and wrote it down on the clipboard that was holding the application for new parts.

"Anyway back on topic, we should find out why the ice cream machine isn't working." He told him and looked back at Circus Baby.

Circus Baby was staying put on the conveyor belt. She is nervous, nervous about the child inside of her now dead from the impact of the scooper. She can only lay there and let them find the dead child.

-Ring! Ring!-

"Hold on, it's William." John walked over to an isolated part of the room. Of course, he didn't need to do this but instincts kicked in.

Sam stayed put waiting for him to be done. He stared at Circus Baby and noticed something about her stomach hatch. Something fluid and red. Curiously he reached towards the hatch wanting a closer inspection thinking they busted an oil tank.

"Alright! William is coming over to fix Circus Baby himself, so we are good to go." John got off the phone and turned to Sam. This made him stop from opening the hatch and looked over his shoulder.

"Ah-!" He smiled at the news and brushed his hands.

"Excellent! Didn't want to check anything else, Now can we get going already? Please?" he said in a rush to get the fuck out of there.

"What do I look like to you? A parent with their child....?" He groaned at his partner's need to get out and their voices progressively got quieter as they left the room.

Now it's just Circus Baby in the parts and service, with no one whom she could talk to until William arrives. This would give her some time to think more about the incident. She knows her programming was to put on a show for the children, but what else was she made to do? Obviously luring and capturing her creator's only daughter Elizabeth Afton! This makes her get into an existential crisis but she needs to pretend like none of this is getting into her gears when she leaves the room.

The waiting game is killing Circus Baby, which is an understatement, she just wants this to be over already and hide away in her gallery again. Suddenly someone burst into the room to find the man himself, William Afton.

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A/N: Hey, the first chapter is out. That's pretty cool with nearly 1100 words. In some chapters, the word count will be a bit longer or really long depending on the situation and the descriptions I will be adding.