[FNAF] Sister Location P1

*kssshhhhhhhhhhhtttt*
>The elevator comes to a rest, with a slight 'clunk' of it connecting with the steel floor below.
>The lights go out, and you stand there for a moment.
>This is only your second night and you're re-evaluating your poor life decisions, finger hovering over the "UP" button, next to the shining red one that opens the hatch.

*fzzzt* "Well, you're here. You can step out now, or go back, like a coward. Your choice, compadre." a rather stern military-esque voice gruffed.

>That selection pad clearly needs a better technician; Drill Sergeant is NOT what you selected.
>Your finger hesitates for a moment, and then trails back to the glowing red button and presses it.
>The door slides open to the same crawl-space covered in "DANGER" tape, and you lower yourself onto your knees and trek into the vents.
>Back to the old grind.

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>You can't help but wonder to yourself how this is okay.
>How employers can just let their employees crawl on their hands and knees through a vent, like some rat, without any complaints.
>The conditions of the workplace are hardly ideal, but where else can you work?
>McRonaldo's wouldn't even hire you.

>You make it into your work space and the voice returns;
"Alright kid, lets check up on the other worms and we can get back to business."
>You're starting to a little aggravated by how condescending that voice is, but deal with it, hitting the lights on the left and right.

>The ballerina was missing.. Foxy is also missing. Swell.
"It looks like you aren't the only slacker in the building. Give em some motivation!"
>Your hand hovers over the shock button.

'They're just machines.. they're just machines. Just hit the button.'
> you berate yourself internally.
'Just have to hit the damn button. Why does this feel wrong though?'
> Your finger rests on the button, lightly, but it triggers anyway
>You hear the telltale sound of a tesla sending shocks through metal on the other side of the glass, and perhaps the faintest hint of.. screaming?
>You hit the lights, and lo and behold, the ballerina is twirling on the stage
>Not very gracefully, but as well as a robotic human CAN do.
>the light goes out, but not before you see her head turn directly to you as it does.
>Your gut drops and you hit the light again with fervor.
>Just twirling. Eyes forward toward the empty room.

>You turn your head toward the other glass, and hit the light button, but your hand-eye-coordination could be better.
>You hit the SHOCK button instead, and hear the sound of controlled electricity arcing beyond the window.
>You scramble to hit the light and see that Funtime Foxy is twitching on the stage, but resumes after a moment to her routine.
>One eye glances at you and the other stays trained on the empty room.
>The light goes out and the voice returns:

"It is generally recommended that you check to see if they're on stage FIRST, before shocking them awake, but I like your style. Instills obedience much more quickly. Carry on with your next task."

>Baby circus. Circus baby. You hate both of those things.
>Begrudgingly you kneel down as the hatch below opens, and you crawl into the next vent.
>You're half way through, and trip the motion activated signal that the vent is being travelled through.
>You arrive on the other side, unscathed and look over the controls, tempted to toy with them and see what each one does, but resisting the urge out of fear it would open unknown entryways into your 'office'.
>The blinking strobe light in this cramped space forces you to squint out over the horizon of your box, as your hand moves on its own toward the light button.

"The baby is actually there for a change. Huh."

>What a peculiar change of events this has been.
>Though your eyes confirm that the, very uncanny, baby is indeed there, something inside you guides your hand toward the shock button, hovering over it.
>The little doll resting on the top of your equipment stares at you with its lifeless eyes, almost judgingly.
>You resist your instincts to shock the baby, though a part of you feels really disappointed.

"Motion trigger: Circus Gallery Vent"