Glitched Memories [FNAF AU | Story 1]

~+[ Chapter 26 | Trauma and Paranoid Fears(Part 2) ]+~

Henry sat in his office just scared out of his mind as he just looked at the gun he had in his hands. 'Why the fuck did I shoot him...WHY DID I EVEN HAVE THIS ON M-'

Before Henry could finish that thought he remembered what he was going to do later considering the thought of death only now didn't sound like a good idea unlike before.

Henry opened up the bottom drawer of his desk and carefully placed the gun in the drawer as he sighed quietly before then just closing the drawer as he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

-Later/Meanwhile...-

Detective George would just be sitting out of the Pizzeria trying to think as to who could have killed those kids. "You look pretty concentrated on whatever you're thinking about" said Detective Jekyll as he was around 42 and around 5'4" in height as he had blackish-brown hair and wore a colorful mix-match tie.

"You think? I'm trying to think on who could have killed those kids...and in such brutal messed up mangled ways" said Detective George

"Hm, Well, Who do you think could have done it?" Detective Jekyll asked. "I'd say my brother but I'm not too sure...All I know is he seems WAY too nice and that already unsettles me Paul...Because no one is THAT nice and I've seen my brother at his worse" said Detective George.

"Hm, well, Put that in your notes since any sort of evidence could be strong evidence...That is if you think your brother could have killed anyone" said Detective Paul as he got out a small case that had a thing of cigars as he got one out and looked at Detective George.

"Want one?" "Nah I'm good, I like breathing air thanks" said Detective George jokingly as Detective Jekyll only just shook his head from side to side before ruffling and messing up Detective George's hair before walking away.

"Bastard.." Detective George mumbled as he walked away over to his car since knew Detective Jekyll was gonna stay at the Pizzeria but Detective George just wanted to drop by William's house to ask him some questions.

After a long while, Detective George just parked in the driveway where a teal and black colored car was seen parked in the driveway next to a dark purple car that was William's car.

"Hm, Looks like both of them are here.." said Detective George as he got out of his car and walked away up to the front door.

The detective knocked on the door as he waited a couple of minutes and only to see Michael at the front door. "Hm? Oh hey Detective Willstin" said Michael as he was bandaging up a cut that was on his hand.

"Hey, Is your dad or mom here by any chance? I just want to ask them some questions" said Detective George as he looked at Michael and then at Michael's injured hand. "Yea, They're both here" said Michael in reply.

"Well can I come in? Since the situation is serious-" said Detective George as Michael just opened the front door a small bit more and moved out of the way.

"I'll go get my mom and dad then" said Michael as he walked away. Detective George walked inside.

The detective looked around while closing the door behind him as he just patiently waited for the two as he heard some footsteps walking down a hallway.

He looked to the hallway and saw William and Clara. "Oh, Hey George, Is there something that you need?" said Clara as George quietly sighed.

"5 Kids went missing earlier today only to be found later, dead and mangled and I just need to interview either of you since, And Clara I hate to say this, and it's not entirely confirmed since I need William's alibi and what he was doing during the murder, I believe William was the one who could have killed those 5 kids..." said Detective George who only looked to William as he said that and just glared at him.

"W-wait what?! You're just saying that all because you're his brother!" said Clara. "Look for as much as I hate and despise my brother, I wouldn't accuse him of murder to be petty all because I'm related to him and want him behind bars" said Detective George as he looked back at William who hadn't even muttered a single word.

"So, You willing to talk Will?..." Detective George asked as William just walked away to the kitchen. Clara just looked worried since didn't want her own husband to be falsely accused or for the fact he actually killed someone since the thought just sickened and hurt her.

Detective George just followed behind William as Clara also followed since needed to hear for herself what William had to say.

Once in the kitchen, Detective George would get out a tape recorder as he placed the tape recorder onto the table, and clicked play. "So, William, Where were you at the time of the murder?" The detective asked as William continued to stay silent before responding.

"I was at the pizzeria talking to Henry since he was about to kill himself but shot me in the shoulder and the side on accident" said William as that was true since any sort of movements he did by either moving his arm or side he'd slightly mumble in pain.

"And you didn't think to go to the hospital to get the bullets out?" Detective George asked as he was genuinely surprised by that considering any sort of injury William had if severe he would have gone to the hospital.

"Why should two little bullets matter..." said William as the detective glared at him. "Because if it was an ACCIDENT then Henry would have called for an ambulance to come to get you and first of all if it was an accident he would have probably only shot you ONCE, not two times which means he fired in self-defense," said Detective George as that was only a guess he made but that only seemed to make William tense up and stop what he was doing as he was about to make himself some coffee.

"Heh, Why so tense William? Did I guess correctly?" Detective George continued as William just looked at George as his eyes were seen faintly glowing purple in the sort of dimly lit kitchen as that only seemed to unsettle the Detective.

"Just...Still in pain from the gunshots is all..." said William even though he looked as though he weren't in all that much pain.