Sunny Days and Starry Nights

Chapter 12: Unexpected Guest

I fell asleep that night with little difficulty. (S/N) had tired me out even more by wanting to have a family game night that lasted well past everyone's bedtime. We played Uno, some Monopoly, and a Freddy Fazbear-themed Sorry! game. Mom had won Monopoly but (S/N) won the other games, which was fine by me since we all had fun. I went to bed around noon and immediately fell asleep. My dreams were pretty peaceful until I heard a loud thud come from outside of my bedroom. I shot up out of bed and quietly placed my ear against the door, hoping to hear anything else to make sure I wasn't making it up. It was silent until footsteps faded and the sound of the front door closed. 

'Mom and (S/N) never leave the house at night. Someone must've broken in!' 

I waited a minute to make sure the burglar didn't come back into the house. Sure enough, the house was still. I slowly opened my bedroom door which creaked as it was moved. I left my bedroom, slowly making my way to the living room, trying to remain as silent as humanly possible. A strong, foul smell filled my nose and I gagged immediately. My gut was screaming in so many ways as I went to flick the light switch. The lights turned on when I flicked the switch, revealing the most horrifying scene that trumped most horror movies. There laid Mom and (S/N), laying on the floor, sprawled out, with fresh blood covering their bodies. Stab wounds were prominent along their bodies, still oozing out from the wounds. The living room was a mess and there was blood sprayed everywhere, even in the kitchen. I fell down to my knees as I saw their lifeless eyes, my brain trying to process what was found in front of me. I pinched myself, hoping that all of this was a bad dream; but the sad reality was, that they were dead. Someone came into the house and murdered them. Before I knew it, I was crying. 

"Why...why would someone do this," I cried out in emotional shock and pain. 

I inched my way towards their bodies as if they were scared cats that hadn't trusted me yet. I looked for any sign that they could've survived but their breathing was still, their eyes unmoving. Placing my hand near (S/N)'s face, I moved a strand of their hair out of the way as I sobbed harder. 

"They were just a child," I cupped their face with my hands and my tears fell gently onto their face. I looked over towards Mom only to be met with some words drawn with my family's blood. 

"You should've stayed away," It read. 

Someone was sending a message; a message of warning. They must've known I was close to discovering the secrets of Fazbear Entertainment. 

"You want to try and scare me away? You just made sure I have nothing left to lose," I sneered, wiping the tears off of my face before grabbing my phone, and dialing 911 to make sure they get proper justice. 

"911, what's your emergency?" 

I explained the situation to the operator, giving them my address so they could investigate the scene. I turned the porch light on and sat outside on the steps, waiting for the police cars to drive up to the house. Their lights came blaring in my ears but I was too zoned out to really notice. One group entered the house while two officers came toward me, beginning to ask me questions. I told them everything I knew but I didn't get a look at the killer. One left to report to a detective that was called in to investigate while the other stuck with me to make sure I was ok. The whole ordeal was a blur and they began taking out the two bodies in body bags as I watched in horror. An officer turned me away from the scene, comforting me best they could as they guided me to one of the cars. 

They took me down to the police station to answer a few more questions and to figure out what to do with me now that I don't have a family. I won't be able to sustain the house by myself on the income from the Pizzaplex. I'd have to give up the house, give up Mom and (S/N)'s belongings, everything. I'll need to either stay with a friend or move into an apartment to live by myself. I wouldn't be able to afford an apartment on my pay grade. Kevin and Bailey would maybe be willing to let me crash with them but I didn't want to be a burden. The only place I could think of was hiding out and living in the hidden areas of the Pizzaplex. I snuck around there once, surely I could do it again. An officer escorted me back to the house, the cleaning crew just leaving the scene as we pulled up to the house.