To be honest, I'm more used to the old location rather than the Sister one so…apologies if I screw up in the setting. It's just that I've had this idea for some time and I figured "Eh, why the heck not?"

Rating may change as story progresses.

Big brother Chapter 1: A bright idea.

It was obvious that Emmet was having a bad day.

Or night. Or morning. Or whatever weird category 12 AM fell into.

From the beginning of this oh-so-wonderful job, he already knew something was wrong. If the shaky elevator ride hadn't tipped him off, then the place's unnatural darkness certainly did did. Circus Baby's land of Fun probably was some kid's dreamland in the daylight, but the darkness of night corrupted the child-friendly restaurant into something he might see in a haunted house or nightmare on the edge of his dreams.

Emmet felt like he would have liked to view this place in a much better light had it not been for the robots. Admittedly, they actually weren't all that bad looking, but then again, it was hard for him to appreciate how child friendly they appeared and all the fun programs that they were capable of when the mascots themselves appeared that they were more than likely to end his life.

On the ever-growing long list of enemies he had, the most recent ones were Ballora Ballerina, a ballerina who encouraged exercise after children ate (Which made Emmet seriously question the ideas of the pizzeria), Funtime Foxy, a white-furred vixen with pink patches of fur occasionally, funtime Freddy (Who appeared to be giving him the stink-eye and gave an aura similar to a small child forced to dress up in school clothes), a polar bear with pink spots on him and a small Bonnie puppet that he would use to entertain children with ventriloquism or whatever the Bonnie hand puppet qualified as. And the star of it all: Circus Baby; a small red-haired child that seemed to be the star of the show. With her blushed cheeks, white face paint, and rather kid-friendly appearance.

Once again,had he taken the day shift, maybe he would actually like this place and viewed these characters as circus performers instead of metallic monsters bent on ripping his guts out.

It also didn't help that the "training" for his job was awful and his trainer wasn't the most helpful person on earth. But to be fair, his "Trainer" wasn't even a person-It AI program that had been designed to try and help him do his shift throughout the night. However, Emmet was beginning to doubt the AI's capability, since it changed it voice to an angsty teen voice and had an autocorrect so bad that it had confused "Emmet" with "Eggs Benedict. "

Furthermore, the voiceover also seemed to lack any common sense whatsoever; since in just one night he had to crawl through vents (Which only reminded him of that one embarrassing time when he was little when he accidently went into a tube in the play pen and got so scared, he refused to come out and an adult had to cope and consult him to come out) and actually shock the robots if they didn't get on stage.

Needless to say, he was looking for a new job application.

"Why did I even pick to work at this place?" Emmet said to nobody as he crawled through the vents from Circus Baby's room into the office.

I don't know. But then again, that's what I'm trying to find out as well?

Oh Great, it's you again.

Emmet had almost forgotten about that little detail. In addition to AI, another disembodied voice was with him. It wasn't sure if the voice was like the AI that had so-greatly trained him, since it sounded like a sophisticated adult woman. But whatever the case was, it seemed to have more feelings and common sense than AI, since the voice had on a number of occasions saved his life in the past night alone by showing him a pocket where he could hide (And flip off) the babies that looked through and tried to open the circular door and bring to him what he could only assume was his doom.

Needless to say, Emmet was looking for an application to change positions.

You know what, I'll be a janitor next time. He thought I don't care if my payment is crappy of if I'm humiliated; I just need to make money without being torn to shreds by whatever these things were….

That's what most people think after this night. The feminine voice said

No dip Sherlock.

He had just finished checking on Circus Baby- who for some reason didn't show up today- and had just crawled back into the control module that continued to give off the same creepy aura that it always did. The old wallpaper and dim lights of the room caused the office to give off a greenish hue of a dead and decaying building.

Do not trust the handy voice… said a feminine voice. If you do, Ballora will see you. And you will die.

Thanks for the protip.

The voice did sound trusting to an extent. But there was something off about her. No to be mean to disembodied women, but something that voice seemed…maniacal about her. In fact, the idea of following the disembodied voice reminded him of an incident nine years ago where he had listened to a maniacal voice that had-

Don't think about it. Emmet told himself Just figure out a way to fix the stupid power.

This led him to his dilemma of the night: power failure. Currently, (A/N: Get it? It's an electricity pun ;) ….yeah I'll just shut up now….)He needed to find a way to restart the shock system, which involved crawling through Ballora Ballerina's room. He knew from past experience that sneaking into a girl's room was nearly impossible. And considering that he had shocked the ballerina mere minutes ago before the system failed, he could only imagine how pissed she would be to find the guy responsible for her misery trying to sneak through her room.

Luckily, he wasn't going to be charging into her room without a battle plan.

Then again "battle plan" was a bit too generous to describe the only two ideas had. For at the moment, his best options on how to get to the room without having his face smashed into a pulp came from the handy AI that had called him Eggs Benedict. That thing suggested he go super fast, which wouldn't have been a bad idea if he was Sonic or the Flash. But on the other hand, the female voice that he may or may not have been imagining had told him to slow down and commando-crawl through the room as slow as possible, since Ballora used motion detectors and couldn't detect him if he went slowly enough.

Emmet wasn't sure which one to trust. The AI, as incompetent as it was, did seem to know the robotic systems more than he probably knew. But then again, the mysterious woman who had saved his life multiple times already also seemed to more than he did, and possibly more than the AI.

He found himself in constant debate on who to trust, and as he continued to fight himself, he kept thinking about the many choose-your-own adventure novels he had done in the past, and how often he had picked the worst possible endings.

As a result, he was really looking for some other alternative to the two disembodied voice's ideas.

What could I do?

He thought about that for a second. Personally, Emmet wanted to creep across the floor to get to the breaker, and if Ballora had seen him and was close, maybe he could launch a surprise attack against her. There was certainly a good chance that it could work, and he could make it to the breaker room unharmed if he harmed. And if he did accidentally damage her, he could just blame the accident on mechanical failure or something similar.

It was certainly bad, stupid and possibly risky. But then again, it wasn't that much worse than the other ones.

Alright then… He thought What can I use as a weapon…

He scratched the back of his head. The room he was in didn't exactly have very many things that could be useful for beating up somebody, save for a few masks and some boxes on the top shelves.

There has to be something I can use as a weapon… he thought twirling his blonde hair Maybe something from here….

He pulled a cardboard box from above the desk about the size of duffel bag labeled "JUNK/ RANDOM CRAP/ OLD STUFF," in all caps.

There's probably something in here… He thought hearing something metallic rattle inside the box as he took it down.

Emmet opened the box and found to his surprise a magic marker, blush, some white makeup powder (Or at least, he hoped it was white make-up powder) a poster of Baby who was giving him a stink-eye, and robotic parts that appeared to once belong to some kind of costume from long ago.

But the most interesting was a portable cassette player buried underneath all of the ancient stuff.

The heck?

He brushed away the poster and robotic shell pieces and found that aside from the cassette player, there were also a few cassettes at the bottom of the box, one of them with the words "Training tape for night shift. Night 2. 1983. New location." written in faded permanent marker.

Emmet picked up the cassette player and a couple of the tapes, feeling the ancient device in his hands

But maybe, there could be something in here he could use. Possibly, something that could help him out of this situation….

How do these things work again?

He looked curiously at the device, pressing the many buttons to try and figure out which one opened the port.

Seriously? He thought angrily How hard is it to-

After pressing a button on the side of the ancient device, he saw the cassette player pop open, revealing an empty slot ready for a cassette to be inserted into.

He looked at the button he had slipped on and found in faded white letters the word OPEN written in large caps font.

Oh... He thought It's the giant button with the words OPEN on it you stupid moron...

The next part after opening it seemed fairly straightforward. He put one of the cassette tapes into the cassette player, hearing the machine wrr as it re-winded the tape to the beginning.

As it was rewinding he began to doubt if the cassette had anything useful, since the tapes were made in 1983.

Eh, it's probably best if I listen to it. He refuted to nobody Besides, it's not like I'm doing anything better with my time right now.

A few seconds later, he heard a thick Clack and the machine stopped rewinding.

He put the headphones that came with the player on his ears, making a sour face like he had listened to two pieces of Styrofoam rub against each other as he felt the ancient foam scratch his ears.

Just hit the play button…He thought trying to think of something else other than the feeling on his ears.

Without further adieu, and with the increasing want to get the retched headphones off, he hit the play button on the side of the player.

Initially, he felt like his ears were bleeding. Instead of helpful advice that he could possibly use, all he could hear was a SCREEEEE-WRRRR-SCREEEEEEE of a tape.

He yanked off the headphones, hearing the tape scream more of its agonizing tune.

God...He thought rubbing his ears What was I thinking?

He continued to hear the tape scream away, making noises unknown and sounds unearable.

Yet, through the screech of the static he could almost hear something from the tape. Almost as if he heard a voice coming from the tape…

He looked back to the screaming tape.

Aw what the heck, he thought what do I have to lose...

He raised the headphone from the screeching tape a good four inches away from his ear, and to his surprise he actually heard something.

"SCRKKEEEE-SKREEEEE…..you might want to put on the-head. That seems to fool the Older models….you might want to even try it newer models-The mask trick won't work on Fo—though…."

The cassette tape continued to make random noises pops that were un-understandable until the cassette tape ran out of film. But by then, Emmet already knew what the tape had said.

The cassette mentioned something about a mask. Specifically, a head that could trick robotic models….

He thought about this for a little bit. Sure, the disguise idea seemed farfetched and crazy, but that was nothing to say compared to the crazy stuff he had done in the past twenty-four hours. After all, he did just crawl through a freaking vent, flip off some babies that had tried to kill him, and cope with the annoying AI and the mysterious spirit companion, so the thought of a disguise didn't seem that out of reach compared to earlier.

He shifted his gaze from the cassette player to the office and searched for anything that he could use as a mask.

Mask … He thought Where can I find a mask?

His eyes fell upon several smaller baby masks on the wall, but those looked like they could barely fit on a child, let alone a nearly-fully grown twenty one-year-old college junior.

Aside from the child masks, Emmet couldn't see anything on the wall that he could use as a mask.

Maybe he didn't need a mask.

Perhaps, just perhaps, he needed something that looked like one.

The idea spread in his mind like a wildfire, and soon he was browsing the shelves for materials he could use.

Get creative…He thought what can I do to make a mask?

He looked around until his eyes fell on a box labeled "JUNK/CRAP/CRAPPY JUNK"

The box didn't have a mask, but it did have white makeup, a permanent marker, old robot pieces, and the poster of Baby on the wall that he could use to make a mask.

Almost immediately, an idea sprouted in his mind.

He cleared the shiniest piece of wall he could find that closely resembled a mirror, and moments later, he taped the poster of Baby from the box to the top left corner of the cleared wall and picked up the Magic Marker and white make-up powder.

He looked at Baby's static face, and then compared her face to his face reflecting in the mirror. Slightly tan skin, Wavy blonde hair, a faint moustache that needed to be shaved soon, and some bags under his eyes as proof of the late night anxiety.

It was without a doubt a crazy idea, possibly even suicidal. But then again it's not like the plans offered by the other two intangible voices seemed to be that much of an improvement from his idea.

He lifted the magic marker and white make up powder near his face. Constantly checking with the picture of Baby to get his bearings on where he needed to draw the face plates and add the blush and white make-up on his face.

This better not bite me in the butt…

He than began to apply the white make up powder, blush, and Magic marker over his face to try and look exactly like baby.

End of chapter.

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