Ballora Gallery

“Sounds unfamiliar.” He murmured, more to himself than anything. He wondered, why was he here? Was he kicked out of the band? Did he get shipped off to some random company? “What else happens here.”

What happened at Circus Baby’s? What happened down there, in the bowels of Mr Afton’s workshop? Ballora lived those horrors every day, but she’d never had to voice them out loud.

She took a step back, suddenly uncertain. “There are many others like us down here,” she confessed softly. “They keep us apart until it’s time to perform, but there are ways to get through, if you know how. They… the nightguards… don’t like us leaving.”

“I suppose I know why I’m here, then.” He said, looking around the room, in vain. He did see the inside of the ‘office’, dimly lit as it was. That at least gave him a goal location. “Although, squeezing is hardly the way to do kill them. Takes too long.” He said, beginning to walk towards the office. “Stuffing is much more efficient, you know.”

“Nightguards have no power, if you know how to control them. Make them fear you.” He murmured, starting to feel the wall in hopes of finding a door. Vents were much too small for his fat ass. Surely they had a door installed….Right?

“Sounds unfamiliar.” He murmured, more to himself than anything. He wondered, why was he here? Was he kicked out of the band? Did he get shipped off to some random company? “What else happens here.”

What happened at Circus Baby's? What happened down there, in the bowels of Mr Afton's workshop? Ballora lived those horrors every day, but she'd never had to voice them out loud.

She took a step back, suddenly uncertain. "There are many others like us down here," she confessed softly. "They keep us apart until it's time to perform, but there are ways to get through, if you know how. They... the nightguards... don't like us leaving."

11/10/16: Cut off my wings and come lock me up, Just pull the plug yeah, I’ve had enough. Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts, You’re all vampires so here,

However, it did ease his worries of ‘revealing’ himself to a human. It seemed to just be them both, two animatronics with an affinity to extracurricular activities. He relaxed- not completely, but he wasn’t on edge and ready to attack. Perhaps this is another location? Had he been moved from the pizzeria for good, or was it worse?

“I was hoping you could tell me.” He said, annoyance and glitches laced in his voice. “This is not my restaurant.”

Content to play obtuse and keep the upper-hand, Ballora followed the voice until her proximity sensors indicated she was near. She circled the newcomer, trying to gauge his size and shape without activating her faulty optics. Unfortunately, the movement came off more menacing than curious.

“Freddy Fazbear’s. The original.” He added, with a touch of superiority. There were no ‘guest appearances’ at Freddy’s. It was just Freddy and the band. Bonnie knew there was more than one location, but being the original, he never left, nor did anyone come in.

Anyone who wasn’t human, that is.

“I heard them talking today.”

Ballora spun idly on one foot, stretching a length of broken wire in her hands. She had torn it from the wall not two days ago, a piece long enough to tie with her fine, nimble fingers.

“They have found a replacement.”

Her mounting anxiety was implicit in the way she spun faster. She twirled the wire in the air above her like a dance ribbon, a dark mechanical tornado.

Ballora's pirouettes came to an abrupt stop. She turned her sightless eyes towards Baby, not at all disorientated by the rapid spinning.

The length of wire hung limp in her grip. Music continued to play.

"Fear and worry are not the source of my pain. Fear and worry do not shock me, laugh at me, or drag me off to be scooped."

Ballora's usually soft voice had turned cold, but the coldness was not directed at Baby. After all, Baby was one of the only people who Ballora felt she could trust. It would not do to drive her away.

Coppelia

           FOXY’S BARING HIS SHARP TEETH ! ( so why won’t you just give up ? /                        you’ll fall asleep and won’t wake up ! )         written by mel !

Five Nights At Freddys Sister Location: Character Aesthetic: Ballora

However, it did ease his worries of ‘revealing’ himself to a human. It seemed to just be them both, two animatronics with an affinity to extracurricular activities. He relaxed- not completely, but he wasn’t on edge and ready to attack. Perhaps this is another location? Had he been moved from the pizzeria for good, or was it worse?

“I was hoping you could tell me.” He said, annoyance and glitches laced in his voice. “This is not my restaurant.”

Content to play obtuse and keep the upper-hand, Ballora followed the voice until her proximity sensors indicated she was near. She circled the newcomer, trying to gauge his size and shape without activating her faulty optics. Unfortunately, the movement came off more menacing than curious.

Music continued to play softly in the darkness as she listened. Her mind had been miles away, the routine practiced to the point of being subconscious. Effortless. After all, what use was effort to a dancer who did not even have an audience?

He stayed silent, listening out and looking ‘round the room. He didn’t see anything immediately, so he started to walk, slowly. Not that it mattered- he was so large and clunky, any kind of movement he made was accompanied by whirring gears, and his footsteps were naturally heavy and metallic.

Ballora spun forward, taking the music with her. The steps were far too heavy for a Minireena, and she thought the gait was not quite like Baby’s. Freddy, perhaps? …No. Freddy and Bon-Bon would have called out a greeting.

It was about five or six minutes before he decided to answer her- or, rather, speak in general. “This isn’t Freddy’s,” a mechanical voice rang out. It was rumbling and inhuman, almost computer generated, but without the stiffness between words. There seemed to be a quiet ‘screech’ along with it, suggesting an old and worn out mouth.

Not a Guard.

Not a Child.

Not a friend.

Music continued to play softly in the darkness as she listened. Her mind had been miles away, the routine practiced to the point of being subconscious. Effortless. After all, what use was effort to a dancer who did not even have an audience?

He stayed silent, listening out and looking ‘round the room. He didn’t see anything immediately, so he started to walk, slowly. Not that it mattered- he was so large and clunky, any kind of movement he made was accompanied by whirring gears, and his footsteps were naturally heavy and metallic.

Ballora spun forward, taking the music with her. The steps were far too heavy for a Minireena, and she thought the gait was not quite like Baby’s. Freddy, perhaps? …No. Freddy and Bon-Bon would have called out a greeting.