FANCY *•.' 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄.

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

No progress so far. Nothing.

But had she expected to make serious headway in her cold case after the first three days? Obviously not. This case had been cold for years. There was a slim to no chance of her solving it within the first seventy two hours. It was a cold case for a reason.

She had never solved a case before anyways. She had been a part of one, a piece in the puzzle, a puzzle still not solved, but that- that was different. That was on the back burner. This was her focus now, finish her thesis, graduate, then move on with her life. But how do you move on after you've been the final piece of a homicide investigation? It's not easy. Some would even say it wasn't possible.

"You must be the new intern."

She looked up at the receptionist at the police station. She nodded. "Detective Hurst just got in. He's back there to the right." She instructed her. Fancy thanked her and followed her instructions. Her steps echoing in the hallway as she tried to fight back the thoughts of her past, pushing it back down in the box in the back of her mind where the kept the whole experience locked away for safe keeping. Keep it safe, don't let it out. Lock it up and tuck the key in your pocket, but don't loose it.

"Intern?" A man at a desk asked as she entered his office. She nodded. "Ah, intern."

He couldn't be much older than her, maybe five years at the most. He had clean cut black hair, stubble on his face, pale blue eyes, and donut crumbs on his button down gray shirt.

"Have a seat." He said as she gestured to a chair across from his desk. Fancy did as she was told. "You're the kid working on that cold case from 83 right? With the pizza place and the missing kids?" "Yes." "Yessir?" Fancy's jaw tensed immediately. This guy had to be joking. He was probably thirty at the most, only eight years older than her. Still acceptable for marriage, though that was far from a possibility.

"Yessir." She hissed. "Good, manners are important, intern."

He had to be kidding.

"Honestly, I'll be straight up with you, intern. I don't think you'll solve this case. In fact I know you won't. There's a reason it's been cold for years."

He handed her a file folder, the case file, and flipped it open with his pinky. There wasn't much inside. A photo of William Afton, young and lively as he stood with Henry Schmidt. She forgot to ask Mike about that. She would return to the pizzeria tonight. There was also an interview transcript and a VHS tape.

"As you can see there was no evidence left behind and no one was ever charged. The children were never found, alive or dead." He said and closed the file and pushed it over to her. "You can play around with this but bring it back to me when you give up, m'kay?" "Aren't you supposed to be observing me while I work on this case?" "no." He said with a cackle.