FNAF: The Case Of The Missing Children

Chapter 3: The Pizzeria Part 1

It was late at night when they arrived, only two cars in the parking lot—Dennie's and the night guard's. The pizzeria loomed before them, its façade shadowed and silent under the dim parking lot lights. The air was thick with tension and the faint, lingering scent of grease and pizza.

"Alright, I guess we go inside now," Xavier said, breaking the silence.

Dennie nodded. "Make sure to put the batteries in the camera and keep your taser ready. Also, we're going to question the night guard, walk around, and see what we can find."

With that, they got out of the car and approached the front of the pizzeria. They looked up at the security cameras, their lenses gleaming ominously in the night. Inside the office, the night guard noticed their approach and came to the front of the restaurant to meet them.

"You must be the detectives," the night guard said, his voice a mixture of relief and anxiety.

Xavier glanced at the guard's name tag: "Scott C." Both detectives nodded in acknowledgment. Scott led them inside, and the door closed behind them with a heavy thud, echoing through the empty halls of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

"Welcome," Scott began, his eyes darting around nervously. "I guess you already saw my name tag. I'm Scott Cawthon."

Dennie gave him a reassuring nod. "Nice to meet you, Scott. We're here to help. Can you start by telling us what you've experienced here?"

Scott led them through the dimly lit dining area, the tables and chairs casting long shadows on the tiled floor. The faint glow of the security monitors in the office provided the only source of light.

"It's been getting worse every night," Scott began, his voice trembling slightly. "At first, it was just noises—clanging, footsteps, whispers. But then, the animatronics started moving on their own. I've seen them walking around the halls, appearing in places they're not supposed to be. It's... it's terrifying."

Xavier's eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail. "Have you noticed any pattern to their movements? Do they seem to be following a specific route or targeting certain areas?"

Scott shook his head. "It's hard to say. Sometimes they just stand there, staring at the cameras. Other times, they move towards the office or the exits. It's like they're searching for something—or someone."

Dennie frowned, jotting down notes in his notebook. "And what about the disappearances? Have you noticed anything unusual in the areas where the night guards went missing?"

Scott hesitated, his face growing pale. "I... I found something near the backstage area. There were strange markings on the floor, almost like claw marks. And there was this... this smell. Like something rotting. But when I tried to get a closer look, the power went out, and I had to lock myself in the office until morning."

Xavier exchanged a glance with Dennie. "We need to check out that backstage area. Scott, can you show us the security footage from the nights when the incidents occurred?"

Scott nodded, leading them into the small security office. The room was cramped, filled with monitors and various pieces of equipment. He pulled up the footage, the screens flickering to life with grainy images of the pizzeria's darkened halls.

As they watched the footage, Xavier and Dennie saw the animatronics moving with unsettling fluidity, their eyes glowing in the darkness. The movements were erratic, almost predatory, as if they were hunting something—or someone.

Scott pointed to one of the screens. "Look, there. That's the backstage area. See the markings on the floor?"

The detectives leaned in, studying the screen. The markings were faint but distinct, resembling deep scratches or claw marks. Xavier's jaw tightened. "We need to investigate that area tonight."