FNAF: The Finale

Evening Visit

We left the library a few hours later. By that time, the sun had gone down and the city was lit up. Neither of us ended up checking out a book, but Macey was far enough into her reading to be hooked, claiming she'll check it out from our library back home as soon as we get back. And I'm not gonna lie, my book was pretty cool, too, so I might just follow suit.

It didn't take too long to get to Carmen's apartment. As she parked the car, Macey said she felt bad for using so much of our cousin's gas and that we should refill the tank at some point, to which I laughed in her face. As to be expected, she wasn't happy at my reaction. She probably would've been even angrier had her focus not shifted from me to something behind me. I turned around to see she was looking at.

There was someone outside of the apartment. It looked like a man in his late twenties or early thirties sitting on the steps, looking at his phone. It's almost as if he was waiting for someone. Which is weird, considering I don't recognize him in the slightest.

"Carmen should still be home, right?" Macey asked me as she continued to look at the man.

"She should be," I replied. 

"So why is he just sitting there like she isn't?"

"Only one way to find out, I suppose."

With that, we both exited the car and walked towards the man. Macey seemed a bit cautious, while I was a bit more brave.

"Can I help you?" I asked the man.

He replied by looking away from his phone and up at us. Even after seeing his face, I can still honestly say I don't recognize him. Though it would appear he can't say the same about me.

"Mike Schmidt?" he asked.

I stared at him with a feeling of both confusion and fear.

"Yeah...?" I finally replied.

The man stood up and pulled out a badge.

"I'm Officer Jack White of the SPD," he introduced.

Well, that certainly got our attentions.

"Is there a problem?" Macey asked, her fear noticeably increasing. "Did something happen to Carmen?"

"No, no, nothing happened," Officer White replied as he put his badge away. "Your cousin is fine. She's still inside the apartment. Said you two were out and that she didn't know when you would be back."

"So you were looking for us?" I clarified. "Why? What's going on?"

"Well... it's about these fires that have been going on."

Macey and I looked at each other with interest.

"What about them?" Macey asked.

"You two were the ones who came in earlier with the connection of the fires being Fazbear Entertainment, correct?"

"Well, only two of the locations seemed to have a connection," I corrected, "and it was more of a theory than an actual claim."

"Well," Officer White continued, "it's a theory that holds some water. After your lead about the mini mart being placed where a previous building stood, we dug a bit further into the background of the house that burned down, the one with no clear connection to Fazbear Entertainment."

"And...?"

"Our reports showed us that the house used to stand on a plot of land belonging to a different house that was torn down in the early 90's. That house..."

"...has a connection?" Macey finished.

Officer White nodded in response.

"It was something that was supposed to be a secret forever, according to those involved," he explained, "but a little bit of deep digging gave us what we needed to know."

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to go into the details. All you need to know is that you're correct in that every one of the three locations that were burned has some sort of connection to Fazbear Entertainment."

Macey and I were just in shock and awe.

"So I just wanted to personally thank you both for your help in this investigation," he concluded with a grin.

"Oh, no problem, Officer," I replied. "Glad we could help."

Macey and I each shook hands with Officer White before he started walking towards a vehicle parked nearby. I was on my way towards the apartment door, but Macey was just staring at the cop as he got into the vehicle and drove off.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"I'm... not sure," she replied. "Something doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for starters, that Officer... Jack White, was it?"

"Yeah, I think that's what he said."

"I swear I've heard that name somewhere, but I can't tell where."

"Well, isn't there a musician named Jack White? Maybe that's what you're thinking of."

"No, it's not that... ugh, where did I see that name?"

"Well, you said 'for starters'; what else is bugging you?"

"Well, why would he, of all officers, wait around to tell us that our lead checked out? Why even have a cop tell us at all?"

"...huh. I suppose that's a somewhat fair point."

"And then there's one final thing that's bugging me."

"Which is...?"

"How the hell did he know we were staying at Carmen's apartment?"

I stared at her in realization. That was honestly a very good question. We never gave an address when we submitted our tip, this was the first time we came here after giving said tip, and, Carmen's last name isn't even 'Schmidt', so there's no clear connection there, either! So, how the hell did he know we were here?

"Honestly, if it weren't for that badge, I wouldn't even think he was a cop," she concluded. "Something is really off here."

"No, I'm with you," I agreed with a nod. "But he doesn't seem to be a giant threat to our lives or anything, so for now, what do you say we get inside and enjoy the night?"

Macey have a small sigh before smiling and nodding.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's just forget about this for now. I've had a pretty relaxed day and I don't want it ruined by some mysterious cop."

With that, we entered the apartment. Carmen was excited to see one of us, saying she was glad she was okay. Love you too, Carmen. We spent our night watching a movie on the couch. They naturally decided on Twilight, a movie that Carmen just so happened to forget was a movie I despised. Oh, well. I had other things to think about, anyway.

Even though I told Macey we shouldn't worry about Officer White, I still couldn't keep myself from asking myself what was up with him, how he knew where to find us, why he told us what he did, if that badge was even real! Something smelled fishy, and it wasn't Carmen's undouched cooch (not that I'd know anything about that thing from personal experience, of course). Tomorrow, Macey and I are certainly going to have to do our research on Mr. White. That is, if Macey will stop fangirling over a sparkly vampire.