Carnage : 1983 | William afton x reader |

J. - 3

'Don't go near any adults okay? Just play with the other kids honey' I looked back as a woman said this to her son. He must've been around nine. 'Why is he not allowed to go near any adults if I may ask?'I asked her, She seemed serious for a moment, and thought about what she was going to say. She brushed her silky brown hair behind her ears. 'Haven't you heard about the missing kid?' She said. I nodded, 'I'm investigating it' I nodded again, A sorrowful look was plastered onto her face. 'One of my kids missing, But my youngest keeps wanting to go back here' I looked around. 'What if you don't bring them here?' 

'She's too stubborn' She chuckled, but in an awkward way. I rubbed my temples in an attempt to come to a conclusion. 'Have you noticed any strange behaviour anywhere?' I asked her. She shook her head, I could tell she was disappointed in her own answer. 'We'll find your kid' I gave her a reassuring smile and placed my hand on her shoulder. 'Thank you' She looked down at her feet again. She smiled back after a small moment of silence. 'Could I maybe interview you?' 

'Am I a suspect?' I shook my head rapidly. 'No, no you aren't a suspect. I just want to know more about your child' I smiled. She nodded as she tucked her 

bottom lip under her upper lip. 'Yeah, okay that's alright' She answered, carefully but confident. Mr. afton walked by. 'Could I maybe interview this lady in your office?' I asked. His face dropped for a moment, but then picked up on the kind smile again. 

Interview: Mother of suspected murder victim

Me: What is your name?

Angela: My name is Angela Brooks.

Me: How old is your child? and what is their name?

Angela: He is 8 years old, and his name is Gabriel

I nodded as I wrote it down in the note book

Me: Okay and what was the last time you saw him?

Angela: The last time was about a few days ago, I wanted to order some pizza. And when I came back, he was gone. That was around two p.m. 

Me: Okay, and did he act strange before you went to get pizza?

Angela: Do you think he went missing on purpose?!

Her eyes widened.

Me: No, that's not likely. But are there any problems going on home. Anything that would make it unsafe?

Angela: No! everything was fine!

Me: Alright. Did he mention anything about another adult? An employee?

Angela: Just a man behind a counter, I'm not sure what his name was. It started with a J? I just shook it off and thought that maybe they would've been friends. It was his classmate's brother. That man was very nice to my kid.. I don't know how he'd ever do that to these poor children..

And this woman was just telling me this now?

Me: Okay. I will try and investigate this person, Just to get a clear alibi. We're done.

This person might've killed both of the children. Charlotte Emily and Gabriel Brooks. 

I looked around, No signs of any male employees. I was going to have to ask one of the owners. I turned around to see Mr. Afton talking to a few frightened people. The impact the Murder had on this restaurant was big. I started towards the group I cleared my throat in an attempt to get Afton's attention. 'Yes?' He turned around. 'Are there any employees with a J as initial active today?' 

'Mhm. Jay' He raised a brow. 'Is he a suspect?' he asked, I shook my head to his response. 'No, We don't have any suspects yet' I broke eye contact as I looked into a dark hallway. 'Can I take a look at the parts and service room?' His face dropped, You could see his kind and worrying eyes drop into a cold stare. 'Yeah it's right there' His finger twitched a bit as he pointed towards the end of the dark corridor. 'Alright, well you should help me look around. I've never been here before' I gave a friendly smile, but got none in return. 'It's a bit of a mess in there' he chuckled, He was holding something, trying to keep the item behind his back. 'Don't worry I'm used to messes' He forcefully smiled, making his way to the door and opening it. I pinched my nose to refuse the bad, rotten-like smell. 'What is that smell?' He bit his lip, seemingly trying to think of what it would be, or what to say. 'Accidents happened here' He finally said. 'Accidents? What kind of accidents?' I questioned. 

He placed his hand on one of the racks, filled with equipment. 'Springlock failures. When the animatronic suit snaps into it's original place, mostly caused by moist, or too much sudden movement' I raised my eyebrows and nodded. 'So how frequently do these failures occur?' He looked down to the black and white tiles that were poorly placed as a floor. 'Not too frequent. Me and Henry have made sure to make them as secure as possible' He licked his lips again.

Nonverbal signs of lying include: — Less finger pointing — Lean or postural shift — Lip licking, lip tightening — Drinking and swallowing more frequently — Smiling more frequently, insincere smiles and laughing inappropriately.

'Mhm. And has anyone ever died because of these accidents?' I asked. He briefly smiled. 'Yes, a few of the employees did. But that was in the beginning of the restaurant' He looked up at me again. 'It hurts alot. It feels like your body is being crushed, which I mean is true, but it feels worse than it actually is' he looked at the fuse box that was hung on the wall 20 centimeters from him. it was like his eyes were shooting everywhere, projecting lasers and burning holes with them. 'Can I take a look around?' I asked him. he gently nodded, leaning on the wall besides him. 'So, why did you become a detective?' He asked me. Not like it was any of his business, but I didn't want to be rude.

'Crime was interesting to me. I want to know how the minds of killers work, of people who sexually abused others. It's just interesting to know about how their minds work. Ofcourse they're fucked up, but there's always something deeper behind it' I nodded as I ended my sentence. 'Yeah. It is interesting' He gave an empathetic nod. I looked at some random papers scoffed in a corner, turning them to see if there was anything suspicious on them. 'When did you decide to become an engineer?' I asked him. 'I don't know really. it was the only thing I enjoyed, building stuff, calculating formulas, stuff like that'

'Oh you like mathematics?' he nodded slightly. 'Sometimes, just not geometry. I hate doing that, But I do need it for engineering' I giggled. 'Yeah there's stuff about my job I don't like too much either.' He turned to me. Making direct eye contact. 'Like what?' He asked as I was still looking through stuff. 'People stealing my case. My first actual case that I was supposed to do was taken from me in a wa-' I slightly trailed off as my eyes widened. 'What's going on?' He asked. I ran my fingers through the red thick substance. It wasn't fully dried. 'blood..' I turned around to look at him, his smile faded and his face dropped into a cold stare. 'Blood?' He mimicked. 'Yeah, I'm going to get people over here' I nodded and walked back, Opening the door and storming through the long hallway. 'I found blood in the parts and service room' I yelled, People from outside turned to me. 'We're coming' They followed me towards the room, as I opened the door. William sat somewhere against a wall, seemingly trying to collect his thoughts. 'Sir, we know this is very hard for everyone but you need to tell us if you heard or saw anything' He gently nodded, still worried. 

'I didn't hear or see anything' he said as he bit his lip. 'I didn't see or notice any specific odd behavior' His hands moved to his nails, plucking them. he was clearly in distress. 'Alright, sir. We will keep an eye open for anything' They said as they left the room. His gaze was fixed onto something else, perhaps behind me. 'What's going on?' I asked quietly as he snapped out of it. 'Huh?' He mumbled, Chewing on his cheek. I shook my head. 'Thank you, sir' I said and left the room. And again, it was just as dark as before. 

There were a couple of doors in the hallway, Ofcourse things that Every restaurant would have, Restrooms, Storage, Stuff like that. Though there were some oddly placed posters, I walked up to the left wall, sliding my fingers across the dust covered posters, They had flyers for an overnight job. It looked interesting, A picture of Mr. Emily and his friend Mr. afton. Mr. Emily looked much sweeter with his puffed up cheeks and big round glasses. Afton on the other hand looked like he'd just come out of war, like his eyes were positioned in a way you'd only see in a soldier with shell shock. 

I stepped back. Turning my head to the side and watching the walls slowly.