Marcie the Mime: A Silent Story Fazbear Frights

Remnant

The girls made their way to the library to find any articles related to William Afton and the missing children.
The library was eerily quiet, its tall shelves casting long shadows under the dim glow of overhead lights. The faint hum of the building's air conditioning and the occasional rustle of paper were the only sounds as Marcie and Rachel stepped inside. They exchanged a look, a silent agreement that this was the best place to start digging for answers.

Marcie's stomach churned as she approached the reference desk. Something about searching for information on William Afton and the missing children felt like opening a door she might never be able to close. But after everything that had happened—the animatronic, the haunting encounters, Afton's cryptic words—she knew they couldn't ignore the truth any longer.

Rachel tapped her shoulder, breaking her from her thoughts. "I'll check the newspaper archives," she said, her voice low but steady. "You see if there's anything in public records or older articles about the pizzeria. Maybe there's a connection."

Marcie nodded, and they split up. She moved to a computer terminal, logging in and opening the library's digital archives. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she typed: "William Afton" + "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria" + "missing children."

Dozens of articles popped up, and her heart sank as she skimmed the headlines.
• "Parents Demand Answers After Children Disappear at Local Pizzeria"
• "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Faces Scrutiny Following Mysterious Disappearances"
• "Employee Questioned in Connection to Missing Children's Case"

Marcie clicked on one of the older articles, her pulse quickening as she read. It was dated over a decade ago, detailing the disappearance of five children at a Freddy Fazbear's location. The story described how the children had been lured away during a birthday party, never to be seen again. Witnesses reported seeing a man in a costume—a mascot suit—but no arrests were ever made.

Her breath hitched as she scrolled down. The article mentioned several employees being questioned, including one William Afton, co-founder of Fazbear Entertainment. However, due to lack of evidence, no charges were filed.

Marcie swallowed hard. She knew Afton was a key figure in the company's history, but she hadn't realized just how deeply his name was tied to its darkest secrets. The missing children weren't just a rumor—they were real, and he had been a suspect.

"Find anything?" Rachel's voice startled her, and Marcie quickly minimized the screen.

"Yeah," Marcie said, her voice shaky. "A lot, actually. There's... there's a history of kids going missing at the pizzerias. Five of them, over ten years ago. And Afton's name came up in the investigation."

Rachel frowned, pulling out a chair to sit beside her. "He was a suspect?"

Marcie nodded, reopening the article and showing Rachel the details. "But they never had enough evidence to charge him. It says here that witnesses reported seeing a man in a mascot suit, but that's it. No one ever saw his face."

Rachel leaned closer, her expression grim. "That's creepy as hell. And he still works there? Like nothing happened?"

"Yeah," Marcie whispered. "And the company's done a good job keeping it quiet. Most people don't know about this. They just remember the rumors."

Rachel leaned back, running a hand through her hair. "This explains a lot. The guy's shady, no question about it. But what does it have to do with your animatronic?"

Marcie hesitated. She wasn't sure, but she had a sinking feeling there was a connection. The animatronic's words kept echoing in her mind: "You gave me life. I'm a part of you."