The Last Laugh

Chapter 2: A Missing Story To Match The Missing Children

Bailey couldn't sleep. But it's not like she tried to anyways. 

Her head was buzzing with thoughts and she could barely sit still in one position for more than 5 seconds, constantly shuffling and rearranging her pillows. The light of her laptop was all that lit her dark bedroom and after a long while, the bright pixels hurt her eyes.

After a few hours of laying uncomfortably in bed in various odd positions, Bailey got up. She stretched out her limbs, hearing them pop satisfyingly before relaxing again. Getting up onto her feet, she marched over to the other side of her room where her cork board resided and stared at it with a frown on her face.

She crossed her arms, cocking her head sideways as she continued to study it, not noticing the way her tongue sticks out ever so slightly from the side of her mouth.

Here was where she pinned down each and every bit of information she found about Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, no matter if these "facts" she found floating around the internet were true or not.

There were post-it notes and pieces of newspaper and crumpled up scribbles that have been torn out of her notebook that she carries around everywhere so that she can write in it if she so happens to think of something whilst she's out.

Bailey was more or less making a a giant theory out of many mini theories others have made, and even her parents could tell it's driving her insane. She hasn't had a proper good night's sleep in a while. 

There were dark circles beneath her eyes and every morning she'd cover it up with makeup to avoid looking like total trash. That didn't do much though because it's still obvious in the way she hold herself up that she's exhausted.

Well, that's thanks to her staying up late at night browsing the internet for more on this never ending case. It's as if she's running around in circles like a dog chasing its tail.

And just like in all those movies, she did indeed have a really long red string that she connected to multiple areas of the board. Her room looked like a detective's office. Trying to match up the pieces of this murder mystery, despite the many missing elements that prevents from the story becoming full.

Sighing heavily, Bailey wrapped her arms around herself and paced back and forth within the small space between her desk and her bed. The amount of times she's walked over this specific area of carpet; there's probably a visible change where she's worn it down.

Bailey recalls the conversation she had with the night guard the other night. She brought up her weird encounter with the animatronic lying on the floor of Fazbear's Fright. How she could've sworn it was looking at her and how she heard it make a sound.

Obviously now looking back at it, she probably sounded crazy. Maybe she was going crazy. The guy laughed it off and went his own way.

"I heard him cry! And..and he was looking at me! I swear!"

"Don't be silly. It's just an animatronic."

But Bailey knows it's more than that. And so that's when she made her decision. She's going back there and she is going to find answers. 

The place might not be as useless as she thought after all. Especially now that Bailey knows there's an animatronic in there which has a 60% chance of being alive. She's right most of the time so she's going with her gut on this one.

She smiled contentedly to herself. "I'll go tomorrow."

Feeling a sense of hope for once during this entire unofficial investigation of hers, Bailey doesn't waste any time before she's finally resting comfortably in her bed. Excitement might prevent her from sleep tonight but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that she might finally have a lead.