Five Nights at Freddy's: Ghosts of the Past Episode 2

Intro

"The news has reported the murder of a young girl in the backwoods of Hurricane Valley, Utah. The victim was found on the branch of a tree, but authorities could not even determine any cause of death! The body is currently being flown to a federally-owned New Haven lab so an autopsy can be performed at the hands of expert doctors. Due to a current lack of scientific explanation, some are speculating some kind of supernatural occurrence. Although these conspiracies are absolutely false, they have been given credibility by the fact that the young girl's death has yet to be scientifically explained! More at 11."

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   Dr. Henry Archer was an English-born, esteemed, government-hired Doctor who specialized in the human body. He dealt in medical care and bodily functions, but was also certified with autopsies. Archer was key to solving many deaths and murders that would have otherwise gone cold. As the Doctor sat in his office, smoking a cigarette and watching the news on his television, he could only hope he could find a scientific explanation to this murder.

"Pah! These superstitious FANATICS have no idea of how science truly works. I hope, for their sakes, that I solve this mystery. There is no room in society for religion, let alone useless conspiracies. Only science..." the Doctor spat arrogantly. He had a deep, cold, gruff voice that was hardened as he aged and underwent his experiences. As he spoke, the cigarette in his mouth swished. Tiny puffs of smoke and saliva droplets flew out of his mouth.

"Dr. Archer!" the higher voice of one of his assistants called out. The door to the small office opened and the assistant ran into the room, with news for his boss. His footsteps slammed against the tiled floors, echoing in quick succession.

   "Yes, Mr. Prince?" Archer replied in an impatient tone. His alone time had just been interrupted by his young assistant, Daniel Prince. Prince's caramel-colored skin and black, fuzzy hair were both lightly covered in sweat. The assistant was breathing heavily and laboriously, as if he ran a long distance to deliver the news.

   "The body has just been flown in. In just a few hours, the autopsy will be ready," the young, meek assistant informed. At hearing this, Dr. Archer sat up straight. His dark, thick eyebrows narrowed in attentiveness. Archer's light, piercing silver eyes lit up, and shadows traced the outline of his sockets.

   "Good. I look forward to getting to the bottom of this, Mr. Prince. Gather the others. The autopsy begins at midnight."