FNAF: The Case Of The Missing Children

Chapter 6: The Dayshift Interrogations

The next day unfolded with a thick veil of overcast skies and persistent rain, the kind of weather that seemed to reflect the grim atmosphere enveloping the pizzeria. Dennie and Xavier arrived early, their faces set in determined lines as they made their way to the employee-only rooms. The space was utilitarian and sterile, the kind of place where mundane office equipment was piled alongside posters of the pizzeria's mascot characters. A dozen employees, each with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, awaited them. The detectives entered, their presence immediately commanding attention.

Xavier, assuming the lead, addressed the group with a measured tone. "Henry wanted us to talk to all of you today," he began, his eyes scanning the faces before him. "We have a few questions we need answered."

Dennie stepped in to add context, his voice carrying a note of authority. "We're going to need you to be straightforward with us. The situation is serious, and any information you can provide could be crucial to our investigation."

The employees nodded, though a few shifted uneasily in their seats, exchanging nervous glances. Xavier continued, "We've been informed that William Afton is currently missing, which is why he isn't here with us today. Can anyone elaborate on his disappearance?"

A young woman with a visibly anxious demeanor spoke up, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, that's correct. William Afton vanished a few weeks ago. We were told he had taken a leave of absence, but he never returned. No one has heard from him since."

Dennie took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face as he considered their responses. "Alright. Now, we need to know—has anyone been tampering with the animatronics? We're referring to any unauthorized modifications or alterations."

The room fell silent, each employee exchanging furtive looks. Finally, an older man with graying hair and a weary expression spoke, his tone defensive. "We wouldn't tamper with them. The animatronics are Henry's pride. We've all been strictly instructed to leave them alone and only perform regular maintenance as needed."

Xavier, keenly observing their reactions, pressed further. "We discovered disturbing evidence during our inspection—fluids and pus coming from the animatronics. This isn't normal wear and tear. Can anyone explain what might be causing this?"

The young woman, her face now pale, spoke up again, her voice barely above a whisper. "We've heard... rumors. Some employees talk about strange occurrences, but we always dismissed it as superstition. We've heard noises after closing hours—metal clanking and what felt like footsteps—but we never saw anything concrete."

Dennie, who had been studying the employees intently, interjected. "What kind of noises? Anything specific? And when did these occurrences start?"

The older employee rubbed his temples, trying to recall the details. "It started a few months ago. At first, it was just a few odd sounds, but then it became more frequent. We would sometimes find the animatronics in different positions from where they were left. It felt like they were moving on their own, but we assumed it was just a prank or a malfunction."

Xavier, making mental notes, asked, "Was there ever a time when the animatronics behaved unusually—any incidents of them acting out of character or appearing to be malfunctioning in a way that you couldn't explain?"

One of the younger employees, visibly nervous, piped up. "There was one night when I was closing up. I swore I saw one of them—Foxy—standing in the hallway, not in its usual spot. I thought I was imagining things, so I didn't report it. But now, thinking back, it seems... strange."

Dennie, his brow furrowed, turned to Xavier. "There's a pattern here. It seems like something more sinister might be at play. We need to dig deeper into the history of these animatronics and their maintenance records. Also, we should consider any employees who might have had the opportunity to tamper with them."

Xavier nodded in agreement. "We should also review security footage from the times the animatronics were reported to have moved. Maybe there's something in the footage that can give us more clues."

Dennie turned back to the employees, his expression serious. "Thank you for your cooperation. We'll be conducting further investigations and will need access to the pizzeria's maintenance records and security footage. Please make sure to report anything unusual you observe from now on."

As the employees filed out of the room, their faces a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety, Dennie and Xavier were left alone to process the information. Xavier glanced at Dennie, his expression thoughtful. "What do you make of all this?"

Dennie took a final drag from his cigarette before responding, "It's clear that something's not right here. The employees' accounts, combined with the physical evidence, suggest that the animatronics might be involved in something far more disturbing than we initially thought. We need to keep a close eye on the pizzeria tonight and see if we can catch anything out of the ordinary."

With their plan set, the detectives prepared for another night of investigation, determined to uncover the truth behind the unsettling occurrences at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. As they left the employee rooms, the sense of foreboding hung heavily in the air, promising that the night ahead would be fraught with challenges and revelations.