"Everyone, please stay in your seats. The show will begin momentarily."

Those words.

Those.

Eleven.

Words.

They were the words that gave my childhood life-better yet, birthed my childhood, at that-. I remember that I always went to Circus Baby's Pizza World, a place where "family fun and interactivity go beyond anything you've seen at those *other* pizza places!". True to what they claim, it was always a memorable place for me. From opening hours to closing, I possessed very fond memories having unimagineable fun at the establishment. The pizza was very delicious, the activities were magical, and the characters, especially the characters, were like little gifts given on special occassions.

While I did enjoy the company of every character, like Funtime Freddy and Funtime Foxy, my favorite was always Circus Baby, who was like the ringmaster of the whole gang. While not many kids even spent time with Baby,solely because the others looked more "appealing" to their young eyes, I spent most of my time having fun with her.

She on her own had more to offer compared to others like Ballora or the Funtime Animatronics. While having similar skills like the others, such as dancing or speech, she could also sing, far better than what the others could ever attempt doing. Her design even included a built-in helium tank, which allowed her to inflate balloons easily at her own fingertips. And while I never saw it happen, many have spread the idea that she could even dispense ice cream and sprinkles! Again, I never really saw her do it, so I wasn't exactly sure if Baby could actually do it or not.

However, it seemed like the robots seemed...broken.

It seemed like Baby and her friends were a tad...off as I got older, and many kids began losing interest in the place. I would say because the place was considered "dangerous" by many -though I wouldn't blame them, since the place was an underground establishment- and also because of the opening of that "Fredbear's Family Diner" down the road.

My parents even seemed to seem worried about me constantly going to Circus Baby's. Every time I asked to go after getting home from school, they would ask the exact same things...

"Are you sure? That new "Fredbear's" restaurant seems pretty nice too."

Or...

"Why not give that Fredbear's place a shot sweetie?"

And on occassion...

"You know, I have a strange feeling about that place. Something about it seems...dangerous..."

Of course, to my family of four (me, my mom, dad, and little younger sister), Mom always knew best. We actually did once go to Fredbear's at one point, though to be honest, it wasn't a pleasant experience for me. The characters just didn't seem right to me. While I did like the pizza, it would never top the ones at Baby's.

Eventually, my parents got fed up with me always wanting to go to Baby's that they practically forbid me from ever going again.

"It's for the best. It's time to move on, and make new experiences, even if you have to abandon old memories." They always said.

Of course, being the ignorant little child I was, I never listened, and whenever the family was asleep, I snuck out to Baby's, which so happened to be about a block away. Lucky for me, a quick bike ride got me there in about a minute. I spent a few good snuck-out nights at Circus Baby's Pizza World with the pocket money, playing a few games and eating a slice or two.

However, one day...one day I wish I had listened.

It all started on the seventh day I snuck out. My bike tire had pulled a flat on me, and it was way too late to start up the generator to work out the electric air pump, so I decided to run my way down there. Exhausted and tired, I found the lights of the building off and the door locked. Normally, most people would simply give up and go home, but I had a way in. Walking my way around to the back, I opened the unlocked door to the pizza place, and walked in to...strangely nothing.

Normally, at this time of night (approximately 10:00. The place closed at midnight, so big deal.), the building would be busy with activity as children, not yet tuckered out, would be enjoying pizza and playing with the robots. However, the robots weren't even out, same going for employees.

Strange...was the place closed, and someone forgot to lock the door?

Being the curious 10-year old I was, I decided to have a little search around the place. The back door already had me in the Funtime Auditorium, where Funtime Freddy and Foxy would teach the kids about sharing and other wonderful things, as well as play a few games of hide-and-seek. Of course, neither animatronic was there, so I quietly walked my way through, using the few lit lights of the stage for a guide into the next room.

I found myself next in Ballora Gallery, where Ballora and the Minireenas, which had...questionable designs, would teach the kids about exercise, and danced and performed for them after they got their fill of pizza. Across the room lead to the Breaker Room, which, for a clueless 10-Year Old kid, had little use for someone like me. I decided to turn back, as my main priority was looking for someone to talk to.

Then I heard a loud banging noise from across the building.

I jumped at the sound, and instantly, my short legs carried me to where I heard the sound. Before I entered the room, I read the sign that was present on the large, metal door.

"The Scooping Room."

I tilted my head to the side at the name, unaware of what this rooms purpose was, probably because I was never allowed back here. Oh well, might as well look. With a small push, the metal door creaked open, giving me a reveal of what was behind it. That was when...curiousity would kill the cat, or better, the cat's hopes.

I saw Baby, being stood upright, in front of a large mechanical device, a large label reading "The Scooper" being lowered and aimed at her robotic torso. With another banging sound, the machine shot forward, Baby's body shaking violently as she was struck across the torso, her body opening up, revealing the assortment of wiring that made up the metal endoskeleton inside.

"No, stop!" I cried, attempting to rescue my one and only friend, until a arm wrapped itself around me, pulling me away as the machine continued its bashing on Circus Baby.

"You're NOT supposed to be here!" the man sternly commented, hoisting me into the air, and glaring at me with a stern look on his face. "Don't you people ever read?!"

I was generally confused at what the man meant, then he pointed to a newspaper located on a corkboard, reading:

"Circus Baby's Pizza World Expecting Closing due to animatronic problems."

I turned my head back to Baby, who was lying flat on the ground, her body smashed to bits, and her endoskeleton showing through the cracks of her plastic covering. The man forced me head back to his frightening gaze, and continued.

"I'm going to send you home, not before calling your parents to pick you up first. You could be in lots of trouble for trespassing unauthorized!"

That was the day...the day that my most perfect memories...were left underground...

Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location respectfully belongs to Scott Cawthon.