Dressed For Slaughter

Files

Chapter6: Files
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I was sat in my office looking over some blueprints when Vincent walked in, "William? Are you sure you're alright?" "I'm quite alright, I think I was hallucinating the animatronics attacking me, that's all." I said as I was still focused on the blueprints. "Who's blueprints are those?" Vincent asked curiously. "Just a couple of random designs the company sent in..." I said as I set them down so he could look at them, but he didn't touch them. "I- I checked the suits in the back..." he paused, "I don't think you were hallucinating..." I looked at him confused, "You see... when I went back there to check them, the same thing happened, except they didn't try and attack me, I think... I think that you found a way to trap someone's soul on this earth... they're vengeful spirits, and... it's all your fault!" Vincent said angrily. "Hey now, don't get shirty with me! How was I supposed to know that would happen?" I said trying to stay calm, although I did know that would happen, you see... those six kids weren't my first victims. Vincent had a daughter, a beautiful young girl named Charlotte, but we called her Charlie for short. I killed her out of spite, after I had lost my daughter to my own creation, I tried setting up the same fate for Charlotte, she got lucky though, only minor injuries, so... I thought that if I want something done right, I'll do it myself! I killed her, just as I killed the six kids. The only thing different about my darling Elizabeth, and Charlotte is, I can visit Elizabeth anytime. Because she's trapped, but Charlotte isn't trapped in a suit, yet rather trapped inside the gateway of life and death. "William!" I snapped out of my thoughts. "William, stop zoning out, we have animatronics that want to kill us, what are we supposed to do exactly?" Vincent asked. "Trust me, I'll have it taken care of..." I smiled. Vincent looked at me strangely, and left my office, "Well that's a spanner thrown in the works..." I muttered under my breath and went back to the blueprints. It was a few hours later when Vincent poked his head in my office again, "William, do you mind if I and one of our guests come in?" I supn my chair around facing him, "not at all, come in" in that moment, Vincent and Michael's mother stepped into the office. "Ah, Mrs. Brooks, sorry I don't have any other chairs in here." "It's alright Mr. Afton, I just wanted to know if you got any information on my son, or any of the other kids..." "No, we don't have any information on the missing kids other than, well, they went missing." She had a very disappointed look on her face. "Don't worry, I was going to stop down by the police station, and ask about the incident. Besides, I live close to them, so it wouldn't be any trouble." She smiled, "Oh thank you, I really hope they can find him!" I nodded in agreement. She left and I continued to work on paperwork, until it was time to leave. Before I stopped home I went to the police, even though I knew they would say they had no information, I was only doing it because I had a fear that Joan, Michael's mother, would be watching to see if I was really going to check. I pulled up to the station and got out of my car and walked inside and sat down in one of the chairs. I waited until I was called up, "Oh, Mr. Afton, how may we help you." "I was wondering, is there any way I might be able to find out more information on the disappearance at Fredbear's?" She nodded and smiled and then pulled out a file, "This is all the information we have on this case so far, please return this before you leave." I took the file and sat back down. "Just as I expected..." I thought. The file read everything that was reported that day,

Case: Fazbear entertainment disappearance.
Status: Still under investigation.
Type of crime: suspected kidnapping.
Days on case: three days.
day they were reported missing: August 11, 1987.
Time: 2:55 PM.
Location: Hurricane Utah, Fredbear's Family Dinner.
Suspects: Vincent Miller andWilliam Afton

There was more information, but I didn't feel like reading it, seeings how I could guess what it said. I handed back the file and left. Once I got to my house, Michael came downstairs, "What kept you?" "Oh, um, I was really busy and I needed to finish some paperwork, that way I could turn it in early." I lied. Michael nodded and went back upstairs, while I made something to eat. I called Michael down to come eat dinner, and after we ate, I took a shower and went upstairs to my room. I thought for a moment, "if I'm on the suspects list, they might be closer to finding out what happened, than what they thought. They probably have me on there for a couple of reasons though, the main reason is probably because I own the restaurant, and because of my mental health, they have my records, and I'm sure they know that I'm mad as a box of frogs. I took note of this small speculation, and went out to my workshop, to try and devise a plan to distract them a bit longer.
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