No More Ice Cream

More Evidence

A few days went by as usual, until it was the Wednesday before Haisley's birthday, 22nd July. She, as usual, was still reading and writing. This time, the 2002 articles.

"There seems to have been yet another incident containing these animal robots. It has been quite some time since Fazbear Entertainment was shutdown and out of business, but now lies a new, so called "accident" of the ever beloved Buster's Ice Cream Parlour, located in Red Moor town." Haisley had sworn she'd never seen this article before. That parlour was the one she always went to. How had she not seen this yet? Intrigued, she continued.

"A total of four adult males were reported missing and a further three were claimed injured. Two with only minor scars and cuts and one with a-" There was a piece missing from the sentence which annoyed Haisley, but she ignored it as she didn't see it as too important. "The three refused to talk about the incident and was no longer forced to say anything about it. There is very little known about what happened. Surveillance cameras were somehow either switched off or broken, leaving no evidence for who committed this crime." Frantically, Haisley wrote notes upon notes of interesting things she had spotted in the paragraph. Annotating it like a literature poem in high school.

"A police investigation started later on in the month and have claimed to find fingerprints on the animal mascots. Did this tragedy fall in place like the fate of the others? For now, it seems like we'll never know."

"This is all too similar to the last.. it must have been set up." Haisley theorised. Also writing it down on the article with the same thick red marker as before. She rummaged through the piles of newspapers on her floor and quickly found another one. "BODIES NOT FOUND - BUSINESS RIVALRY?" The headline stated. She scanned through the paragraphs.

"The four adult males were never found, leaving police baffled by the lack of evidence in the building. The fingerprints that they had found were of children. However, eventually they searched one of the back rooms of the parlour and found a slight blood smear etched into the wall. They scraped off the dry blood and sent it off to forensics to examine. We are still awaiting the arrival of the results to continue on the investigation. Nothing else was seen in further back rooms.

Fazbear Entertainment and BlueFire go head to head in an argument based on these recent events. Founder of Fazbear Ent. William Afton, claimed that BlueFire had "faked" the incident and that it was "exactly what happened" at his restaurant all those years ago. This did not appear entirely true as the victims ages were completely off (18-20 years of age) and a different murder technique was used, as there was no evidence of the children being inside the suits, and police could not find any proof of the weapon(s). The previous incident also contained both genders and of ages at least 5+. owner of Buster's Ice Cream Parlour obviously denied this and the two companies have been enemies ever since."

"Oooh drama." Haisley giggled to herself. Circling and boxing certain statements. The thought never occurred to her that she would be going to that parlour tomorrow for her birthday. She paused mid flow, a sudden, quick rush of nausea washed over her before anxiety took over. She had always been excited to go there, the place was so bright and colourful. The sound of children laughing and playing always warmed her heart. If she could, she would have lived in there with her friends. She used to always throw fits and temper tantrums when they had to leave, but more recent years she would just get sad. She could feel her stomach drop further at the thought of people getting killed there. That was the only problem she had with doing these "investigations". She would always think that they were going to happen to her at some point, and now that she had read that, she was a little more apprehensive about going. She put everything away just in time for her mum to come upstairs and knock on her door.

"Hey Haisley? Me and your dad are gonna go out shopping for an hour or so. Will you be okay?" her mum explained softly. Haisley knew they were going to go out birthday shopping for her. Her mum would say this every year, so she took the hint.

"Yeah that's fine." she replied, a little more excited than she intended to. She loved to be home alone. She felt free from everything, like she could do what she wanted and wonder around the house more. Even though her parents had always encouraged her to do that anyway, she just felt like her room was more of her safezone. But when she was alone, the whole house was her safezone. She would pretend that she was already in the Parlour singing with the Pug, listening to exciting stories from the Border Collie, dancing along with the Golden Retriever and eating ice cream with the... brown dog. She never knew what breed the main band member was, she had never seen a dog breed like him before and they were hard to spot. She would call him a Boxer even though he was perhaps not fully one. His ears were pricked up, with the ends folded over, he had a big bushy tail that was temporarily taken off him because of the kids, and a bright red collar, with a golden shiny tag at the bottom with the letter "B" engraved in it. The retriever was build off of the same model, just recoloured with yellows and his ears more droopy. His collar was a turquoise blue with the same "B" dog tag.

"Alright, see you in a bit." her mum said. The two waved goodbye, and Haisley looked out of her window to see her mum and dad drive off into the distance. She darted downstairs and into the living room, preparing for her fake performances like she used to before. This is so stupid. If your friends saw you now, you would be laughed at for years. She sighed to herself, not as excited to listen to her "imaginary" animatronics dance and sing as she would have been a few years back, but she wouldn't let that thought get to her too much, nor the thought of murders taking place in that shop just 20 minutes away.

A few silly dances, stories and fake ice creams later, an excruciating high pitched ringing noise alarmed Haisley, causing her to stop dead silent and straighten her position from whatever stupid act she was doing. She could feel her heart thumping more than it should have. Arlo was barking loudly at the door. She looked around as if someone saw her jump and was humiliating her. She tried to calm her breathing before another ring alerted the house, upsetting the dog further. She quickly ran over to the window beside the door, and slightly opened up a slit in the blinds. She sighed in relief.

"Arlo calm down, boy." Her mum had always told her to never open the door to a stranger, and everytime that doorbell rang, she was always wary of the person or thing standing on the opposite side. It was a good thing they had a 'guard dog'. She unlatched the chain at the top of the door and slid the bolt open from above the door knob and opened the entrance. The beaming sunlight blinded Haisley's eyes before adjusting to the shadow that had now manifested in her vision. Another 13 year old boy, just a few inches taller than her stood patiently on the doormat of her home. He smiled calmy.