FNAF: The Investigation

[Night 3]

First off guys, I thought it over, and I may be able to squeeze the first game in next chapter because this will technically be a mix between 4 and 3. Hope you enjoy guys.

Luckily it's Saturday, so I stopped home real quick to shower, for an hour. There was something about those things that was sickeningly horrifying that I felt like I needed to try and wash away the memories, but they would never leave the sanctity that was my mind.
Everything was just so demented. Chica's soulless eyes, Balloon Boy's haunting smile, and the rotted away face of Freddy Fazbear, just wuthering away after his brutal scrapping and old age. Those weird videos of the missing children, the one that almost lost its head, and that mysterious man, hiding behind that mysterious purple mask.
More and more puzzle pieces are added, but the image it forms is still unclear. Where do these children come into play, and who was the man in that mask, and what did he do to those children.
But, better way to ask these questions is to ask the soul survivor of Freddy Fazbear.
Me and Sam already left that morning, and we were walking up the driveway of the address that was listed in the bite file.
Hopefully the family hadn't moved, causing us to lose all that we've been investigating for.
I ring the doorbell and waited, as a women with long dark hair opened the door.
"How can I help you?" She asks.
"Uhm, is this the Tropmen residence?" I ask first.
"Yes," she said, "Why do you ask?"
"I'm Danny," I tell her, introducing ourselves, "and this is my friend Sam, and we'd like to know about your experience in November fifth of 1987?"
"Oh geez," she says putting a hand to her face, "if this for that dumb Fazbear's Fright thing I'm gonna snap a neck."
"Calm down Ma'am," I say, "Uhm, we're just doing an investigation of Fazbear Inc. and we learned of what happened to your little boy, uhm Timmy? We were wondering if maybe we could talk to him about it?"
She just snickered and let us in to her home.
"You can try," she said leading us to the child's room.
What did she mean by that?
It didn't hit me until she opened that door, and he was just sitting on the floor, drawing away, the bite mark still visible on his head.
"He can't really talk," she told us, "the bite ruined the part of his brain that made him speak, and write. All he can do is draw. And all he does draw are those monsters that scarred my child."
Monsters, she actually referred to them as monsters. If only she had seen what these things really do.
"Maybe I can talk to him," I say entering the room.
The boy looked up to me with a quizzical face.
"Hi Timmy," I say sitting across from him, "is it alright if I talk to you about something?"
His response was him pointing at the scar.
"Yes, that's the one," I said to him.
Tears softly formed in his eyes.
I tried to look away because I didn't want him to relive this horror that happened. As I looked away, I see all these drawn pictures of Foxy, attacking him.
"I see you don't like Foxy," I say picking up one of the pictures, "but he didn't cause that scar."
He shook his head and drew a small picture of him, with a thought cloud with Foxy in it.
"What does that mean?" I say aloud.
Sam comes over and looks at it, "psychological damage?"
He nodded in response and pointed at a family picture of him and his family before the bite.
I brought it over and he pointed to what looked like his older brother.
I remained confused but he started drawing stick figures and one was bigger than the other. He then drew the Foxy mask on the taller one and pointed to the picture of Foxy in my hand.
"Your brother scared you as Foxy?" I ask, earning another nod from him.
Then I remembered that video, the one pushing him into the mouth of Freddy was a kid in a Foxy mouth.
"Your brother caused the bite didn't he?" I asked.
The little boy nodded and proceeded to drawing a picture of himself in bed, have nightmares.
"He terrorized you with that mask and made you feel scared all the time..."
He just keeps nodding and starts crying a little.
His mom comes into the room.
"What did you say to him?" She asked running over and hugging her child.
"We just asked questions that he was telling us the story," I said blatantly.
She just kept hugging her child, trying to calm him down.
"Uhm, does your older son still live here Ma'am."
"What do you need to ask him for?" She asked with a sound of spite in her voice.
"We believe he's the one who put little Timmy here in Freddy's mouth."
She just looked at me like I was stupid.
"You think my oldest son would do that to his little brother?" She asks me like I'm stupid, "My oldest son may be an idiot who likes to fail math, but he wouldn't do this to his only brother."
"Ma'am, if you have a computer, we can show you video evidence that he was involved," I tell her and she said she'd play along.
She took us over to a computer and I put in a disk which I burned straight from the computer back in the restaurant.
She looked at me quizzically as I played the file of her sons birthday.
"Where did you find this?" She asks with a hint of fear in her voice.
"From a computer inside the same restaurant this happened in," I say.
And just as I say that, the boy in the Foxy mask and the rest of his friends group around her son, and pick him up to Freddy, and then it happens.
She puts her hands to her mouth in horror as she sees the truth behind the pain of that awful day.
"My son would always wear that Foxy mask," she says kind of distant, "I always thought he'd be playfully teasing Timmy with it but now...."
"Where is he now," Sam asks her.
"In his room...." she says sounding like she's gonna cry.
We both nod as she leads us to his room.
She just opened the door and we walked in.
he looked up as he sat there on his bed with his phone in his hand.
"First off, who are you guys, second, don't people knock anymore?" He sounded quite rude.
"This coming from the man who put it in himself to not ask, but rather put their little brother in the face of an animatronic bear?" I say, causing him to turn white.
His entire face turned pale and he seemed flustered.
"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about...." He says not being able to look us in the eyes.
"Where's the Foxy mask kid?" Sam asks bluntly.
"What mask?" He asks trying to sound stupid.
"You know what mask we're talking about." I tell him and he just looks down, trying to seem innocent.
"It's not here," he says in a low voice.
"Then where is it."
"Fazbear's Fright," he says.
What is this Fazbear's Fright? Him and his mother mentioned it, so this has to be important.
"Fine. If that's where we have to go, then we'll go." I say and turn around.
As soon as we left the room, the mom went in and started screaming at him.
"Well that got no where," Sam says.
"Well, there's another location now," I say.
"But what is it."
"Eh hem," says a strought voice that sounds raspy.
We turn around and see little Timmy.
"T-ank uuuu foouwr shauwing teh truff." He says miraculously.
He tried to actually speak, and he thanked us for showing the truth.
I asked him if he knew anything about the new place and he gave us a phone number for a Charlotte Maryland.
Who is this?
"Thanks buddy," I say as I rub his head, avoiding his scars and walked out the house, Sam following behind me.
We went to my car and I climbed in the driver's seat, and pulled out my phone, calling the number that was given.
The phone rang.
"Hello?" I hear on the other end of the line.
"Yes, I'm Danny, I was given your number by a family that said you may have some answers for us about Fazbear's Fright?" I tell her, "is this Charlotte?"
"Ugh," I hear, "I thought these conversations would've ended. What do you wanna know?"
"What is the place? Sorry, but me and my friend are investigating Fazbear Inc. due to the cancellation of Circus Baby's Pizza grand opening."
"That got cancelled?" She asks, "whatever. If you wanna know what this place is, meet me at this adress," she tells me it and I right it down.
"Okay, what time should we meet you?"
"Later tonight, I'm kinda busy."
"Can do."