The Visit To Freddy's

Night 1

Phillip James Aston, 12 years of age has disappeared mysteriously into an area unknown to man. Each night, a week after he goes missing, an envelope goes through his mother's front door. The envelope would contain a journal on his experience. Local detectives are trying to find what happened to him, where he might be. Comment below what clues you hink will help the detectives find him. His mother recieved this Monday afternoon, around 1:30:

I peered at my digital watch cautiously. The time read 12:00 am, midnight. About now on a good watch, would be the time the animatronics would awaken. The old watch seemed to be my only source of light. It kept flashing red, the miniutes ticked by. It was a gift, from my dead father. He worked here, but, got killed. I wanted to find out why he died. Police gave up on him, they just said that he must have planned to go home, but lost his track. My dad isn't missing, he's dead! And I'm under suspiscion of who or what killed him.

I stared, horrified, at the blank iron doors that were awaiting before me. Dark shadows crept up the brick wall where ivy starts to tangle. The trees whispered in the dull wind. Mother doesn't know I'm missing and if all goes well, she'll never find out I disappeared in the first place. But it's very unlikely that all will go well, nothing is good when you do something wrong. I imagine it's called karma. I don't believe in it, because I don't believe in luck. We make our own destinies. 

I circle the building. As I stepped, the old autumn leaves rustled underneath me like an orchestra of death.  My eyes twitched, a smoke of dust blew directly into my pupils. The path became narrower and my eyes stung like needles being pricked into me. I rubbed them harshly. I should have brought some water. My heart thumped ferociously under my black hoodie.  I needed to be kept hidden. Black was the only way to do this. My mask was becoming itchy. If this is what I had to do when it comes to being an undercover agent, I will reject even the slightest idea of the job.

A white light flickered in the distance of the night. I obviously wasn't the only one here."Hello!" I called out. Wait. I shouldn't speak, what if they have a voice recorder. I need to save my identity as much as possible. The light moved. I stood shocked. There was a singing "do, do, dum" It wasn't a light that was flashing, it was a robot. It was outside. The animatronic marched over to me. It's shape was the same as bonnie's.  I tried to scream, no-one could hear me. The robot clawed at my ankles, my flesh was glowing red with blood. His metal claws grazed my skin, scratches were all over my leg. Scarlet liquid dripped onto the ground. The robot screamed in my face, but then a clattering noise was made. "Bonnie" let his grip cease and marched away. This was outside a kitchen window. I am now waiting under a beech tree, waiting for Mum, waiting for the security guard, Mike, Mike Schmitz, my uncle.

This is the first part, contact us if you find any clues. I am the manager of Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria, we are trying our best to find out why this has hapened. Police have been investgating us thoroughly, but I can safely assure you, we've had no problems like this before. In the mean time, Freddy Fazbear's Resturant will be close, until further notice.

Signed:                                                                                                                                                                              Vincent (a.k.a The Purple Guy - It's not my fault I dress in purple, it's uniform!)