Criminals (FNAF AU)

Chapter 11: Tracked

After a long, relaxing shower she made her way to the kitchen for a much needed breakfast. She walked in to find Frank leaning against the counter with the newspaper and a strong cup of coffee. He lifted his eyes as Stephanie came into view.

"Good morning Stephanie," he greeted and sipped at his coffee. "Sleep well?"

Stephanie froze in her spot as she remembered the awful events of this morning...or last night. She still had no idea.

"Just great," she lied with a self deprecating smile, and took a seat at the counter. Frank slid a plate of sausages and eggs in front of her and she thanked him while she ate. She looked around.

"Where's Afton?" she asked with a mouthful of food, and looked up at Frank. "Is he not hungry? That's strange. He's forever eating. I'm positive it's some kind of disorder." She looked around her once more before turning back to Frank. "Where is he by the way?"

Frank folded the newspaper slowly and placed it in front of him with his cup of coffee on top. He had a frown on his face. Stephanie stopped eating and returned the frown with one of her own.

"Frank," she said slowly. "Where is he?"

"I don't know," Frank finally said.

"What do you mean you don't know? Did he leave? What happened?"

Frank sighed. "Well, I was done with him at about past midnight last night and I left him in the living room to go to bed. I came to check in on him about an hour ago and he began randomly convulsing. I thought it was a late allergic reaction to the painkillers, but it wasn't like anything I'd ever seen. It could've been a nightmare, I don't know. After I made sure there was nothing wrong with him, he thanked me for helping him and then just up and left."

"Did he say about where he was going?" Stephanie asked eagerly as she stood out of her chair. "Anything at all?"

"No. He told me to thank you for everything...and that he hates your cat for some reason. And that his sorry for not sharing the tacos last night..." Frank looked visibly confused, his tone faltering as he spoke. "Stephanie, what is this man talking about? How does he even know about Meatloaf?"

Stephanie paled, ignoring Frank's outburst. William's fat ego would never allow him to say those things. It clicked inside her head. "He's not planning on coming back," she muttered under her breath. She rushed back to the guestroom to get her essentials.

"What are you going to do?" Frank called from the kitchen.

Stephanie came back and showed him her phone. On the screen it displayed a map with a large red dot bouncing not too far from their location. Frank frowned, utterly confused.

"What am I looking at?" he asked as Stephanie tore her phone back and began loading her gun.

"It's a tracker," she explained and clipped her gun and police badge onto her pants as well as her phone. "I placed one atop his neck when we left the prison." She grumbled when she remembered something. "Today's the day of the broadcasting of the new Freddy's mall," she said, exasperated. "Of course something big was going on!"

Stephanie argued with herself on how incompetent and dumb she was for not realising, and was now ready. She looked at Frank. "If I don't come back send a SWAT team to track my phone. Just so you know, if I die you're coming to my funeral."

Frank scoffed. "I said I'm not coming if you die before me," he said with a dead serious expression. "Don't be reckless. Use your head. Be careful."

Stephanie nodded and rushed out the door only to find her car missing. She stared at the empty spot where her car was supposed to be. Her blood boiled.