"Look at this BS..." James moaned, "Lincoln and Morgan get to work the MK murders while we're stuck with this idiotic children's restaurant chuck-e-cheese rip off missing persons report..."

"Louder, please." Matthew teased.

"Dammit..." James said as he sat down in Matthew's office.

"So, what's the case about?"

"Some random security guard went missing a few days ago, went to the job and never came back home.."

"Family?"

"Nah, he's a major league loner."

"Judging by your 'chuck-e-cheese rip off' comment, you're talking about that, uh... Freddy Fazbear's pizza place?"

"Yeah, that one."

"I was going to apply there for that guard position a few years ago... The place was reportedly 'haunted', so I just applied for McDonald's opening instead."

"I think five kids were murdered at an older location of the pizzeria... The bodies still haven't been found and there is no prime suspect..."

"Then how do you know that these children were murdered? The bodies haven't been found."

"It's been half a decade, they're probably completely decomposed already. Anyways, we gotta go down to that place..."

"Just let me finish my donuts and we'll be off..."

"Well, hurry the bloody blazes up!"

"Yes, mum."

Matthew shoved a donut into his face hole and closed his laptop. Licking glaze from his fingertips, Matthew stood up out of his chair. He stared at the four remaining donuts, 'Later' he whispered to the beautiful, glistening glaze donuts. Looking up, Matthew began his walk to James's car.

"There she is." James said as he pulled into the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

"You were right," Matthew commented, "'Chuck-e-Cheeses rip off.'"

Matthew and James hopped out of the car and trotted into the Pizzeria. Walking through the doors, Matthew went up to the woman at the 'Check in' counter.

"I'm Detective Jay and this is Detective Oaks," Matthew told the woman, "We're here to talk to the manager of this fine establishment."

Matthew looked around at the room, at the dust covered counter and the cobwebs in the dark corners.

"Uh," The woman stuttered, "Mr. Smith is not here at this time, but, um, you-you can wait-"

"Can we look around in there?" James interrupted as he pointed at the doors that lead to the party room.

"Yeah, s-sure." The lady responded.

With no other words, Matthew and James bursted into the party room. Matthew walked up to the stage and stared at the animatronics.

"Bunny the rabbit," Matthew began to name the animatronics, "Chick the duck, and the animatronic, the myth, the legend... Freddy Fazbear..."

"Don't forget about Foxy!" James said in the stupidest impression of Freddy he could muster.

"I swear to god, they're staring at us..." Matthew stared, fearfully, into Freddy's eyes.

"Hey there, boys and girls!" Freddy shouted as a light turned on from the inside of his head, "Hey- he-"

"Help..." An odd voice whispered from the animatronic.

"Boys and girls," Freddy continued, "Hey there- Hey- Boys-"

"Please help..." The creepy voice once again spoke.

Both James and Matthew stared, completely frozen in shock, at the animatronic.

"Jesus H. Christ..." James said under his breath.

The doors to the party room violently swung open. The light coming from Freddy instantly turned off. The manager of the restaurant, Mr. Smith, barged in, his face completely pale.

"I'm sorry, boys," the manager said, "I'm afraid you two will have to leave right now! I have a very important meeting to attend to. I have to close up and get out of here, I'll try to come by the station tomorrow to talk."

Mr. Smith rushed into his office, snatching folders from cabinets and grabbing valuables from the desk and drawers. James and Matthew glanced at each other, Matthew still quivering with fear. James trotted over to Mr. Smith's office.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we have to take you in for questioning." James demanded.

The manager dropped everything he had on his desk and walked up to James.

"You have no idea what you're getting into..." Mr. Smith's tone froze James solid.

Matthew reached for his pistol with his shaking hand. James looked back at him, shaking his head. Matthew stopped when his pistol was half way out of its holster. He dropped the gun, falling back into its holster. Mr. Smith walked back to his desk, carrying everything he put on the desk. He stared at James as he trotted past him and into the check in room.

The woman walked back into the party room. "I have to close up the place right now so if you could please..." She said as she glanced at the animatronics, seeming almost instantaneously struck with fear, "Leave..."

Matthew and James looked at each other. Matthew nodded. Without any other sound coming from the three of them, the two boys made their way back to James's car. James started the car, pulled out of the parking space and went out of the lot and parked across the street of the restaurant.

"Do we tail that weird manager?" Matthew asked, still shaking.

"We're here to investigate," James responded, "I'll get some uni's to tail him. We'll stay here, see if anything shady happens..."

3:30 am, still at the boring Chuck-e-cheese restaurant.

"This is driving me crazy." James told Matthew, "Nothing has happened."

"Can't we just get some uni's to watch this place for us, too?" Matthew asked, annoyed.

"Uni's don't just grow on trees, you know?" James said as he popped the trunk of his car.

"The hell you doin?" Matthew asked.

"Something." James answered, jumping out of the car.

James walked around to the back of the car, grabbing a crowbar from the trunk. He slammed the trunk shut as he began walking to the restaurant.

Approaching the front doors, James put his crowbar in between the glass doors, prying them apart. The doors opened with ease. Very unsurprisingly, James triggered no alarms.

"Cheap bastards..." James whispered to himself.

James took out his flashlight and turned it on. Slowly making his way through the dark, James' heart began to race faster and faster. Finally reaching the party room, he directed his flashlight at the animatronics. A shiver ran down his spine. Feeling uncomfortable and disturbed, James thought it would be best to check out the manager's office. He opened the door and stepped in.

All of a sudden, James heard music coming from the party room. James recognized it was Ouverture from Carmen. James closed his eyes as a slight feeling of comfort rushed through him. He smirked for a second, but the smile quickly faded when he heard a light footstep approach him. He turned as fast as he could. A rusty pipe whacked James before he could react. He fell to the ground.

"I didn't want to do this," a scratchy voice spoke, "but I can't let you do anything to my friends."

8:00 am:

Matthew groaned as he awoke from his sleep. Looking to his left, Matthew expected to see James. Instead, he only saw the empty driver's seat. Knowing something was wrong, Matthew jumped out of the car. He stumbled out and almost face planted into the street and also nearly got hit by a passing car. Not caring about closing the car door, he ran to the front doors. Pulling and pushing as hard as he could, the doors still wouldn't budge.

'Who would've locked these damn doors?' Matthew thought. He knew James wouldn't do that. Matthew backed up and charged at the doors, breaking them both open. The doors broke so easily that Matthew fell to the ground. Jumping up and drawing his weapon, he pressed forward to the party room.

"James!" Matthew yelled as he bursted into the room, "James, where the hell are you?!"

Frantically rushing around the room, Matthew looked around for any sign of James. Matthew glanced back at the animatronics. They all seemed to be staring at a spot on the carpet. Quickly looking where the animatronics seemed to point at, he saw a small drop of blood. The drop was very close, almost too close, to the manager's office. Matthew broke into the room, looking down on the floor, the light wooden floor, he saw something that scared him half to death. The floors were wet and sqeaky clean, with a dent right in the middle of the floor.