FNAF: The Case Of The Missing Children

Chapter 9: Inside The Suits

The day had waned, casting long shadows across the emptying pizzeria. The sun dipped below the horizon, and the final customers had trickled out, leaving the restaurant eerily quiet. Inside the dimly lit backrooms, Xavier and Dennie worked with grim determination, their faces illuminated by the harsh light of their flashlights.

The smell was overpowering as they pried open Freddy's torso. The animatronic, once a cheerful mascot of the pizzeria, now served as a vessel of horror. The stench was rank, a combination of decaying flesh and mechanical oil. Xavier grimaced as he pulled at the seams, trying to separate the metal plates with trembling hands.

Dennie, equally unsettled but focused, held the flashlight steady. "Because of the animatronics, there have been complaints about the smell," Xavier muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "We had to check this out."

Dennie nodded, his face set in a grim line. "Yeah, we had the permission to do this. Now that we're finally opening these things up, let's see what's inside."

With a final wrench of the tool, the torso gave way, revealing its horrifying contents. What lay inside was beyond anything they had anticipated. A rotting, putrid body of a child was stuffed within the metal confines, its once-living flesh now a grotesque, decaying mess. The sight was so shocking that it took a moment for the reality of it to sink in.

Dennie's face turned pale as he took in the horrific scene. "Damn... I guess this confirms it. We're going to have to notify the parents. This is beyond anything we expected."

Xavier, equally shocked, nodded grimly. "It's fucked up. We need to call Henry immediately. Take a photo, Dennie. We need evidence."

Dennie, his hands unsteady but determined, snapped several photos of the gruesome discovery. The flash of the camera highlighted the horrifying details, each click a stark reminder of the atrocity they had uncovered.

Xavier stepped outside to the nearest phone booth, the cold night air biting at his face. He dialed Henry's number, his fingers trembling slightly. The phone rang several times before Henry picked up, his voice tentative and strained.

"Henry... we've made a HUGE discovery," Xavier said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "It's bad... very bad."

Henry's voice wavered, his reluctance palpable. "W-what is it?"

Xavier's response was terse, the urgency in his voice unmistakable. "A kid... a kid was stuffed in one of the suits. Get to the pizzeria now!"

There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line before Henry's voice returned, filled with dread. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Xavier hung up, his mind racing as he rejoined Dennie, who was still examining the disturbing scene. They stood in silence, the weight of their discovery pressing heavily upon them. The pizzeria, once a place of innocent amusement, had become a macabre crime scene, and the reality of their situation was beginning to sink in.

As they waited for Henry to arrive, the darkness outside seemed to close in around them, a fitting backdrop to the horrifying truth they had uncovered. The night was far from over, and the investigation was only beginning.

Henry arrived in a flurry, his car screeching to a halt outside the pizzeria. He dashed inside, his face a mask of panic and exhaustion. The flickering lights of the restaurant cast erratic shadows on the walls as he skidded to a stop in the backroom where Xavier and Dennie awaited, the gravity of the situation hanging heavily in the air.

Breathing heavily, Henry's eyes widened as he took in the horrifying sight. "Oh God," he muttered, his voice breaking with grief. "I thought this place was secure enough."