(COMPLETED) The Twist on Evil (Sister location Fnaf Fiction)

Becoming a Detective

Chapter 70

Ivory's P.O.V

This week has been haunting me. I go to work everyday and it seems like every night when I get home, theirs another child on the news that had gone missing.

I have no clue who is doing this and why. Tell me why these people, that are associated with my father are doing a disgusting act such as this. What is the need for this, I find this completely repulsive. I've contacted my father, but it never went through fully. His phone must be on silent or shut off. I've contacted him several times and I've got the same response each time.

News channels and websites are posting all about this. They're tying it up to our business and consequences aren't going to end well. If this continues anymore, our company is found to be shut down in an instant, if no one is going to help, in going to have to take Mather into my own hands.

No more Ivory, call me Detective Ivory. I might as well walk in with a badge and a police officers outfit and a fake gun in my gun holster, in my simple black belt. No more fooling around, it's about to get serious.

I grab my father's keys and my purse and head to my car. Ivan's out and running the diner. I'm going to get to the bottom of this and no one is stopping me.

I get into my father's Ferrari. It'll seem more intimidating than my Black jeep. I decide to go to my father's Freddy fazbears pizzeria. It's my father's second location. His first one was fredbears family diner was closed a year after being open. It had been closed because of rumours being spread of kids being kidnapped and stuffed into suits, but I didn't believe it, but I was just a toddler back then.

It started when kids were pronounced missing while at the pizzeria, with their parents. They filed reports, but they had never found out what had happened. So the police had shut the building down, things were leading back to the shop and it was just not safe for the kids, since five kids had been kidnapped at the store.

This was when my parents first started. My father's parents had actually funded the restaurant and took it over, since my parents were young and naive. He had taken my father's idea and put it into action.

My father had already made tons of money at this point. When the first shop closed down, he didn't bother asking his father for help. His father contributed to basically the whole idea of it shutting down. He had become money crazy and tried to make as much of it as possible, even thought his methods weren't the best and he failed miserably.

I pulled up to the block. I stopped on the street right in front of the diner. It was a raggedy, old building. It looks like it could use a renovation, or just tear it all out and rebuild it. The shingles were falling off, the paint was chipping off the panels. The windows were dusty and translucent, but you'd have to look very close to be able to distinguish any sort of item in there.

The door was old and cracked. The metal on the store was rusted. The light up sign that said the name, had only some of the letters glowing and the last one was upside down and hanging on by a thread. Luckily, it was open. I saw a single car in the parking lot and it wasn't mine.

I walk into the store and it looks completely different. The tables are a cheap looking material. Tile litters basically every square inch of this building. It's a much worse version of Adams.

I saw a mother and two kids sitting at a table and eating their pizza. They had been the only one in there and occupying a seat. I looked around and decided to go talk to them, maybe interrogate them a little.

I walk up to them and they had wide eyes. My throat felt like it was closing. I cleared my throat. "Uh Hi. This may seem a little weird, because you don't know me and all, but could I ask you guys some questions? If that's okay with you, I don't want to bug you."