The Broken Loop

Chapter 42: Friday

Pov: Third Person, Michael Afton

Soon after his encounter with the homeless man, he arrived at the nearest library, which for some reason, is open twenty-four hours, six days a week.

When he entered the library, it was as he expected, in front of the doors were machines that would scan whoever walks past them, to make sure nobody stole any of the books.
The floor was a simple, blue carpet, on the other side of the machines was the check-out counter, where the night-shift librarian was sitting.

The librarian looked to be around twenty years old, his hair was a dark blonde color, and his eyes appeared to be grey-ish from where Michael was standing, and his skin was slightly tan.

The librarian looked up from one of his books as Michael walked over. He quickly put his pencil and notebook inside of the bigger book and closed it.

"Uh- hi." The librarian said, almost gagging.

"Hi. Could I use one of the computers? I got some last-minute research I need to do." Michael replied as he looked at the book the librarian closed. It was a math book, at last Michael assumed that was what it was, he died before he could finish high school, so he couldn't really tell.

"Sure. The computers are by the science and math section over there." The librarian pointed to his right (Michael's left)

"Alright. Thanks. I won't be too long." He said as he walked in the direction he was pointed to.

He sat down at one of the computers, pausing for a moment as he looked around the room, as of right now, it was just him and the librarian.

"It must be great working at a job where machines aren't trying to kill you and you have decent pay," Michael muttered to himself as he opened Google and began trying to find anything that might be able to tell him who his employer is.

Almost two hours later, he found nothing at all. Nothing about Freddy Fazbear's, nothing about Circus Baby's Pizza World, nothing about Jr's, nothing about Fredbear's Family Diner nor Fazbear's Frights. Not even a thing about the numerous missing children.

"What the hell?" He muttered as he instead searched for animatronic and/or robot sightings.

Once again, nothing.

"It's almost as if Fazbears never existed at all. I can't even find an ad for my stupid restaurant."

After several more hours, it was midnight, and he only realized because he watched another person enter the building.

Shift change, I should get going before I look even more suspicious. He thought as he quickly did his best to delete the search history. . which he couldn't do, so he just hoped nobody would notice what was searched.

He waited about fifteen minutes after the first librarian left before he did.

After he left the building, he began to walk, talking to himself.

"Not a single trace of Freddy's anywhere, no matter which website I use, Helpy won't tell me who my employer is, but Baby seems to know. Speaking of Baby, she should've been scrapped, just like everyone else who is trying to kill me, but they aren't."

"Not to mention the voice on those tapes sound oddly familiar, although robotic in a way. . where have I heard that voice before. . .?" He asked himself as he tried to remember the blurry mess of his childhood.