Chapter 2: Night guard revisit
From the countless files and workplace records, inspector Walker eventually found the one night guard of Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria 1993 location, Mike Schmidt, he handed the fox the phone number of the familiar night guard and hope that Foxy would be able to call him without much problem. Once Foxy dialed the phone number on the blue holographic computer screen using the polymer keyboard and click on the green call button on screen.
After a few seconds of waiting, the black screen eventually pops into a video feed of an elderly man in his 70s with white hair, wrinkled face, and a noticeable lack of facial hair. Foxy knew that it was Mike Schmidt, age has not been kind on his look, however the former night guard didn't recognize the one time animatronic right away.
"Hello? Hello? Who is this calling?" Mike asked confusingly, he puts on his glasses to better see his caller.
"Ey Mike o'lass, how's ya doin' ya cabin boy?" Foxy spoke out in his pirate speech almost on instinct upon seeing him again. This made Mike flinched and stuttered in shock.
"No...wait...this is impossible...You're...You're DEAD!" Mike held his chest with both hands, feeling his heart going faster and faster realizing the identity of his caller.
"Aye Mike, o' cap'n Foxy here at your service…" Foxy continues his pirate speech, further frightening Mike without knowing it. But seeing the elder's expression soon made Foxy refocus himself from further frightening the man.
Walker knew that this won't end well with Foxy's excitement, he chimed in, standing next to Foxy and took over the call. "Mr. Schmidt sir, I'm inspector Walker of the Tri-State area Police Department, we're investigating the Freddy Fazbear Homicidal case and are badly needing your help." Thankfully, the inspector's timely intervention managed to calm Mike down just enough for their conversation to continue.
"Okay...okay...my God...you scared me almost to death." the former night guard said with great tension in his tone as he steadied his breathing down. "Okay if you want to know. Come to my house quick and I'll tell you what I know." He said and both Walker and Foxy nodded.
"We'll be there in under an hour sir." Walker replied calmly before they head out to Mike's address in Danville, the suburban area of the Tri-State area.
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Mike's House is a typical American suburb home but it obviously has seen better days, the front yard hasn't been lawned for weeks and the grass has grown to a feet high. The wooden walls haven't been painted and was giving off the impression of the house literally dying. "Well here we are let's go see Mr. Schmidt now. Hopefully you won't scare him to death upon first contact." Walker walked up to the door and press the doorbell, he brushed his shoes on the old worn off doormat that said "Welcome".
Mike soon came to the door to answer his guests, his walking wasn't as fast as he used to for obvious reasons. He now relies on a walking cane to aid his movement as he opens the door, seeing inspector Walker with Foxy standing next to him. "Thank God you're here, please come in. I never thought someone would continue the case." He said, leading them into the guest room in a haste. There, he sat down on a grandpa chair, rocking back and forth while Walker sat on an old sofa. Foxy stood guard outside of the room, knowing full well that Mike needs to have a person to speak to not seeing his nightmare coming back to haunt him. "Okay so where do you want to start first?" He asked.
Walker opened up his digital notepad and his right hand held a stylus pen ready to jot down all important details. "As far as I know, you were a night guard in Freddy Fazbear Pizza in 1993, what do you know about the place while you were working there?"
Mike clears his throat, he grabbed his glass of cold water and took a sip before answering. "Okay so, all I know is that back then there were rumors of haunted animatronics. At first I didn't believe it and just want to work for the money. Of course, I regret not believing the rumor. According to the phone calls by my predecessor, he said there was a secret room of sort that the animatronics don't know about and he's hiding there. At least until someone found him." Mike explained, showing Walker a notebook he compiled after his retirement of what he knows about the Freddy Fazbear chain. "I worked with another night guard named Jeremy Fitzgerald to find out the truth behind the Fazbear Joints, but he died couple of months ago due to heart attack. His notebook contains a little bit more but I'll tell you when you take me to someplace safe."
"Any suggestions for this 'safe place'?" Foxy asked.
"Protective custody, police safe house. Anything to protect me, because whatever that has been killing the investigators of this case, it's coming to silence me too I know it." Mike's tone became much more frighten and sounded far more like he was genuinely paranoid. And yet he was properly paranoid as Foxy's ears twitched in the direction of the window in the kitchen as the sound of footsteps attract his attention while the two old men discussed with each other.
"Shhh!" Foxy suddenly shushed, turning out the lights and getting them down on the floor. "Lower your voices...I hear something…" he cautioned.
Walker and Mike were both cautious and stop their questioning session with Walker taking a peek into the kitchen as Foxy went towards the window, he thought he saw something, a dark silhouette with a broken ear. His body felt tense as he knew who he would associate that silhouette with. The fox grabbed his weapon in his thigh compartment in a manner similar to Robocop, his standard issue pistol is raised to his hands as he bend over the window and took a look at it. Nothing. There was only grass, but still, Foxy knew that the first sign of danger was that the grass was bent with footprints on the ground, visible on his thermal vision mode.
He went around to the backyard's door, seeing more footprints and worse, they were heading towards the living room where Walker and Mike were. Soon, his fear was confirmed with the sighting of...Springtrap! The ever grinning, sinister animatronic with was opening the window into the living room slowly, he apparently didn't hear Foxy's footsteps but the fox alerted Walker and Mike with a shot at Springtrap's head, causing the golden animatronic to flinch and stumble around.
"What the hell!?" Walker got up from the sofa, weapon in hand but only to hear the deadly robot cackling and broken electronic music of more animatronics coming towards them.
"We'd better go. NOW!" Foxy barked. "I think we know who's been silencing any investigators!"
Walker quickly helped Mike up to his feet and wobbled to the door, as the two old men walk out to the entrance just across the hall, they were immediately pounced on by a withered bear animatronic that was falling apart moved into their way in a stilt manner. The bear has a rounded chubby body with red cheeks, its right hand reached out to Mike to strangle his neck, never minding the inspector in his way. One look at its feature and he knew it was called "Toy Freddy". This of course let Walker shot the animatronic in its head, stumbling it before firing a finishing shot at its head. "Foxy! I need you to cover me!" Walker shouted as Toy Chica broke down the backyard door, and suddenly, Toy Bonnie came for Foxy almost like it wants to have a vendetta, the bunny animatronic crawls on wall like a spider, pouncing at Foxy with its mouth wide open in a craze, rabid manner.
"Get off me!" Foxy growled, and tazered the animatronic again, it spasmed from the electricity and got thrown off...but got right back up. At the same time, Toy Chica came for him, and seeing that this wasn't working, he pulled out his gun and fired. The bullets met their mark, but the animatronics seemed barely phased. Fortunately he seemed to still be physically stronger than these upgraded bots.
While Foxy fought off the animatronics, Walker and Mike were able to get out of the house in time, but their escape may not be easy. As soon as the inspector got Mike into the car safe and sound, he fired up his engine and drove the car through the front yard, crashing through the still functioning Springtrap, he then hit the brake and sends Springtrap flying towards the surrounding neighborhood. The inspector then fired his more powerful revolver at Toy Bonnie's head and Toy Chica's chest to cover for Foxy. "Come on Foxy let's go!" He shouted to the fox, the robotic vulpine took the opportunity and ran into the car and Walker drove them back on the street and ran back to the city's precinct.
Nobody in the car spoke as Walker focused on driving. They were just too focused on getting away, Mike in particular was trying to calm his weakened heart. This was NOT good for his health at all.
"D-did we lose them?" Walker gulped slightly as he kept driving.
"I think so…" Foxy said, as he looked out the back. So far nothing. However, right as they were about to relax...there was an audible sound of an engine...and a sports car of all things came careening out of a turn and was soon after them. Foxy's eyes glowed as he took a closer look...and saw Springtrap behind the wheel. "They're after us again! Floor it!" he shouted.
Walker cussed under his voice as he slam the pedal to the metal, moving as fast as he can to escape the chasing Animatronics, the case he was supposed to solve has turned from bad to weird the moment he found Toy Bonnie in the old restaurant. Now it has turned full blown surreal as he was being chased by...withering animatronics who know how to drive! "Where did they learn how to drive!?" He cried out as he dodge the incoming traffic and teenagers going out for a joy ride. "Watch where ya going you brats!" Walker scolded the two male teenagers in a white converter as they drove down the neighborhood.
"Dude he was like...toooootaaalllyyy off his rocker, huh?" Said the one in the driver seat.
"Tooootttaaaalllyyyy! Awwww man! Not radical incoming traffic bruh!" His friend panicked and screamed out as the two made a hasty break right and crash into one of the car in the neighbor, leaving the road open for Springtrap and his remaining Animatronic friends to chase down Walker and Foxy for Mike.
Springtrap drove the stolen sports car, at ever hastening speed, he came closer and closer to Walker's patrol vehicle with every intention to ram it and kill its occupants. "Do something Foxy! I can't shake 'em forever!" Walker blurted out as he swung his car side to side to avoid giving Springtrap a wide area bump.
Foxy looked around...and saw an approaching bridge. "The bridge! Go over it!" he shouted.
"Well here goes nothing. Hang on Mr. Schmidt!" Walker punched the gas and drove as fast as he could towards the bridge, he knew he would be safe if he can just get his car into the concrete corridor then he is safe but the problem is their pursuers.
Mike Schmidt, who was holding onto his dear life began to experience motion sickness as the vehicle speeds up towards the bridge and his killers were coming closer. Springtrap by that point was hitting the gas to knock them over, his sport car came closer to bump Walker's license plate and rear bumper off. "Shoot their tire Foxy! Shoot their damn tire!" Walker shouted, handing Foxy his revolver for a more powerful weapon to do the job.
"On it!" Foxy replied before leaning out of the window, and taking aim. He had to time it right….now! He opened fire and hit one of the front tires, causing the car to go out of control, and fall over the edge of the bridge, down into the river below. "Got them!" he grinned triumphantly. However, the celebration was cut short when they heard a pained gasp...and saw Mike clutching his chest, his face pale. He was having a heart attack!
"Foxy take the wheel, get us to the nearest hospital, I'll see to Mr. Schmidt!" Walker quickly grabbed the first aid kit from the glove compartment of the car before running to the passenger seat and give Mike Schmidt some assistance. The inspector then aided Mike with stabilizing his breathing but his condition has turn to worse as his coughing and breathing has increased too fast. He needs dedicated medical treatment. "How far out are to a hospital?" Walker asked Foxy who was now driving for him.
Foxy brought up a map from his HUD, and quickly pinpointed the route to the nearest hospital. "Not far!" he said, his voice starting to fill with relief.
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Foxy and Walker sat outside the operation room as Mike was now being operated on to save his life. It seemed the chase had taken a lot out of the old man's heart.
Walker paced back and forth nervously, expecting either the doctor or nurse to walk out from the ER room to give them the news, sure enough, a doctor dressed in surgery outfit with still bloodied gloves came out with a clipboard on his hands. "Sir, your patience is stabilized for now. The chase had him nearly die due to severe stress and motion sickness, combined with heart difficulty already present in elders." The doctor said calmly in a professional manner and he handed Walker the clipboard. The inspector took a look with Foxy at the known problems, and it would seem Mike Schmidt himself may only last for about 2 more months before he finally succumb to his age.
The hour passed like a haze, Mike was now resting in his room with Foxy and Walker present to continue their questioning of him before he die. "H...he...heya Foxy…" Mike said weakly, he made a faint smile to the robot fox for the first time since they first met decades ago.
"H-heya Mike," Foxy said. "...I guess I should apologize for...you know...I...we...really weren't in our right state of mind back then…"
"Yeah we weren't…" He replied weakly, coughing up a bit as Foxy and Walker sat down on both sides to question him.
The inspector brought out his digital notepad again, with his stylus pen on at the ready. "Okay then Mr. Schmidt, did you ever come back to the old freddy fazbear restaurant after its closure?" Walker asked.
"Yes...I did. In fact...a couple of years after my departure...I came back to it and did some diggings. Then I found the room the phone guy was talking about. The secret back room...I've never seen it before on the blueprints of the building, and there weren't any cameras there either. I found something messy in there." Mike slowly explained, while he was talking, Walker was jotting down one by one the details of the former night guard's knowledge.
"Back there you seemed scared at seeing the withering yellow animatronic, you've seen it before, haven't you?" Walker raised an all important question and this got Mike to raise his brow and reply in haste.
"Oh oh...yeah, I saw it once. That was when I came back to the old restaurant, then I found it lying inside the back room, rotting away with a pool of blood underneath it." Mike begins, he then described how smelly the ooze and foul odor of dead body he sensed in it. And of course, how Mike left in disgust but could never actually forget the nightmare that he found in there, it was as if he was being surrounded by the ghosts of dead children.
Foxy felt a shiver go through him at the tale. "It must have been truly terrifying. But then...could that...THING chasing us have come from there? How is it moving around?" he couldn't help but ask.
Mike himself was aghast upon realizing where it could have come from after all those years. "I think I know. Around 24 years ago, there was a Fazbear Fright haunted house attraction near an amusement park. They made it look like it's the Fazbear Restaurant, of course it burned down, they said there was one animatronic missing from the flame and its description fits." He added up and concluded.
"And now it's here? But...why is it hunting us?" Foxy asked. "...and why do I feel so...afraid...whenever I see it?"
"I don't know Foxy, but I think Jeremy knows a bit more about it." Mike replied, coughing up a little.
"Jeremy? Are you referring Jeremy Fitzgerald? The suspect of the 87 incident?" Walker asked as he brought up a mug shot of Jeremy Fitzgerald during his arrest in 1987 and show it to Mike and Foxy to see if either one of them recognize him.
"Oh yeah...that's right. I know him, yeah that's him alright from all the way back in the late 90s. Yeah he's been working with me to uncover some secrets of the company ever since then. The last thing he told is that I need to find someone willing enough to believe us and continue our investigation." Mike coughed up again, this time slightly worse than the last. "He said he had his journal full of clues about the Afton resident along with the guy who made the animatronics, William Afton. But he hid it away so nobody can find it instantly."
Walker recorded Mike's words with his PDA to save time and speed up their effort but little does he know there is a threat lurking in Cyberspace just as much as it lurks in the real world. "So did Jeremy apply some sort of security measure to protect his journal?" Walker asked, knowing that if the former night guard did not intend to hand in the journal that easily, then he must have it under a form of guard.
Mike nodded, "Oh yes that's true. You see, Jeremy made a very elaborate puzzle to keep the pursuers off and scatter the clues all over town, namely where he used to work and live. Heck the first one is at his grave." Mike concluded.
"Wait...what? His grave?" Foxy blinked. "Please tell me we don't have to become grave robbers to get it…"
Mike sighed, finding it uncomfortably true that what they will eventually have to do before speaking up with as much courage as he can muster. "I'm afraid so. Like I said, Jeremy knew that in order to find someone suitable he has to test that someone. Even if that means doing the most downright grotesque thing that everyone's conscience just quit its job." He finished, crossing his arms and rubbed the temple of his head.
The nurse then entered the room and told the two police officers that they will have to leave as the elderly Mike Schmidt still needs his rest. Walker promptly nodded to her and patted Foxy on his shoulder to follow the inspector downstair. "Let's go Foxy, I think Mr. Schmidt could really use some peace and quiet after everything." Said the inspector as he put on his fedora hat.
"...so I'm guessing we have to pay Mr. Fitzgerald a visit?" Foxy sighed. He was NOT liking this part.
Walker nodded and sighed along disgustingly. "I guess so. In any case, I don't like what we're about to do either, let's just get this done. But first we need to find where was Mr. Fitzgerald is buried." Walker would then pressed the elevator button, after a brisk 5 minutes of waiting, an elevator arrives with the sleek metal doors slide open for the two to enter. Inside the brightly lit cabin of the elevator, Foxy pressed the G button for the ground floor and they were soon sent back down to the Ground floor at the Foyer.
There, Walker sat down cross legged at a bench to view his PDA for files and civic info on Jeremy Fitzgerald. The data soon popped up and show them the location of Jeremy's burial, surprisingly enough, he wasn't buried but cremated. His tomb is empty and marked by only one tomb stone. "Well at least we won't be defiling his tomb in any significant way, but still, I'll be damned if one of those animatronics jump us while we're working there."
"...alright, then we shouldn't go in without a plan," Foxy sighed.
"I guess so, my only plan is not for us getting caught in the act. Let's go, next stop, Henderson Cemetery."
"...I have an idea. You find the grave, and look for the clue. I'll watch your back," Foxy said, pulling out one of his guns, though this time he pulled out a Heavy Pistol. This type was intended to penetrate materials harder than human flesh, what with the increasing number of robots, and as a result, robot related crimes. "I'll deal with the Animatronics if they come."
Walker nodded and patted Foxy on his shoulder. "Glad to have you watch my back. Now let's go get the car." The inspector would then head out with Foxy to the parking lot. There, he checked the rear bumper of his car of its license plate to see if it has fallen off after being bumped rush by Springtrap. He gave the rear bumper a kick to check if it's still holding on to the car. Unfortunately for him, the bumper fell down and the license plate fell to the ground as expected. "Well that confirms my worry about the vehicle's integrity." He said sarcastically. The would then have to put both the bumper and license plate into the trunk of his car. Finally, Walker came into the driver seat and fired up the vehicle's engine block with Foxy sitting next to him and began to drive out of the parking lot.
Meanwhile however, Mike was resting peacefully, the life support helping him stay alive while he recovered. However, as he slept, nobody was in the room...and nobody noticed the machines suddenly turn off by themselves. Mike coughed slightly...then his vitals soon flatlined. By the time the doctors came to check on the old man, it was far too late.
Far too late seems to be the watchword for the moment, as Foxy and Walker drove away on the road, they entered the bustling traffic of the Tri-State area, suddenly Foxy's built in phone was rung by the chief.
"Yes chief?" He answered without knowing much of what was happening.
"You two are not going to believe this, the hospital just informed me that Mike Schmidt is dead." The chief yelled out in panic and disbelief, enforcing a silent atmosphere inside the cruiser as Walker and Foxy looked at each other before back on the road.
"A-Are you sure? He's dead? But he was fine when we saw him!" Foxy gasped.
"I wish I was kidding." The chief replied, drinking his mug of coffee before continuing. "But the doctor said that they found the life support system was turned off inexplicably. We believe that someone or something may have hacked into the hospital's network and shut it off remotely." The chief concluded with a sigh.
Walker was still driving along the highway out to the outskirts of the city where the Henderson Cemetery was. "So if there's someone prowling on the net, that means they can mess with us at anytime. I guess an exercise of paranoia is in effect." Said Walker as he pulled the car into the parking area of the cemetery, there he and Foxy first went into the morgue to check for any relics the authority might have found on Jeremy prior to cremation.
After they went through the main gates of the cemetery, they went down a winding path to their right down to a brightly lit morgue with the usual equipment like forensic, DNA examination and personal effects logs. There, Walker was greeted by a doctor, a blond headed woman who was working late for the day. "Can I help you two with anything?" She asked.
"Sure thing, we're the police, we're here to investigate a deceased individual named Jeremy Fitzgerald. Civic data shows that he was cremated here." Walker showed his badge, followed by Foxy showing his own to the doctor, who then took a look at the police officers badges with a calm and professional glance before leading them inside.
"Here we have the personal effects of the deceased subject, which consists mainly of cryptic writings found in his pockets." She showed them a bunch of papers on the table with Jeremy's writing on them, with scribbles and sketches illustrating intricate puzzles that he had crafted over the years. One of the writing says "Shed the light of truth on the dead."
Walker then handed them to Foxy for him to examine them himself, "Take a look Foxy, you're not going to believe what did he spent his fortune on." Walker sighed and wiped the sweat off of his brow.
Foxy looked at the papers and blinked. "These...they look like some kind of security system...puzzles...hidden rooms...and were these all planned for his house?" he wasn't sure how to describe what he was seeing.
"Well let's just hope he doesn't bankrupt his family in the process. Where is his grave right now?" Walker asked and the doctor quickly stroked her fingers on a touch screen, the information displayed on the screen was names and data on deceased subjects and where they were buried in the cemetery. Or at least, their ceremonial graves.
"Found it." She stopped at page No.5 of 193, "Subject Jeremy Fitzgerald is buried at section J of the cemetery his tomb is on the third row upon arrival, middle column."
Armed with the information from the morgue, the two went out to the J section of the Cemetery where people whose first name starts with the letter J, there Walker walked towards the middle column where his flashlight found the grey out tomb stone of Jeremy Fitzgerald. "This is it. The first clue must be around here somewhere." Said the inspector as he went about searching for the clue hidden somewhere around the tomb stone, perhaps Mike Schmidt might have helped Jeremy's tomb redecoration.
As Walker continued his search around the tombstone, it was getting clear, his search was becoming fruitless and has no bearing whatsoever. He cussed and kicks the dirt in frustration, "Damn it! Goddamn it! If only Mike could have told us where the hell is it buried!" The inspector's patience has worn thin since the hospital, now he was desperately looking for something he doesn't have a clue on its first whereabout. But then again, he might have missed something, the first cryptic writing of Jeremy that he can recall refers to "Shed light of truth" on the dead. "Foxy! I need you to shed some UV light on the tombstone!" The inspector calls out.
Curious at what they might find, Foxy's eyes act like flashlights, shedding a ray of UV light on the tombstone revealing a scribble possibly made by Mike Schmidt #800080, Foxy would have recognized the code from his database and trigger yet another nightmarish flashback to the last time when he was awake.
There he was, walking in the dark hall of Freddy Fazbear Pizza, he felt something was not right but he can't quite put his finger on it. He heard the jingle music of Freddy Fazbear coming down the hall, drawing him closer and closer to a darken area he has never seen before. His navigation system reports error, then he remembered something...Freddy Fazbear was still onstage with the others! It was too late, the mysterious figure, purple in color as his vision (Or his flashback stylized vision) saw it came out at him disabling him and then darkness.
"Foxy, Foxy! Are you alright? You're just staring blankly into the thin air!" Walker called out, waving his hand in front of the robot's eyes to check if he was still conscious and focus on the job.
"W-what?" Foxy shook his head. "S-sorry...I think it was some kind of...memory…" he said. "I think….this is tied to the murderer."
Walker then took a photo of the code with his PDA before getting back on up. "Alright let's collect those scribbles, maybe they have clues and hints to the puzzles in his home." The inspector then began to trek back to the morgue with Foxy where they collect the various cryptic writings of Jeremy. Somewhere in Walker's mind, Jeremy wanted these to be found, a pattern began to form and a sequence of events began to flash into his mind.
Mike and Jeremy were both nightguards of Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria, they were hunted by animatronics of the restaurant but no one believe them for saying that. Their employers might have buried the truth. Years later, their investigation dug up some horrid, ghastly truths, but they were too old to continue and with Springtrap still on the loose, Mike went out to find someone to continue this investigation with clues he and Jeremy had prepared. "Couldn't have thought it to be you huh Foxy?" Walker asked the robot vulpine while driving on the highway towards Jeremy's resident, which was now on sale with the furniture covered up underneath white drapes.
"Let's just hope with this we can finally put an end to this nightmare once and for all," Foxy frowned.
"Couldn't agree more." Walker nodded putting on his fedora just as he stepped out of the car. The two to the Suburban house of Jeremy Fitzgerald, surprisingly near the cemetery and a police station. "Not bad thinking on his part." The inspector commented as he opens the door into the house.
The first room they found themselves in was obviously the living room where Walker and Foxy can see a couch, a sofa with a wooden table and an old TV set, perhaps Jeremy never bother changing his to a flat screen TV. There were white drapes covering the furniture with one covering the piano by the corridor leading into the kitchen. "The lad seems to have lived a modest life. O' cap'n Foxy here could've sworn he be ma' cabin boy." Foxy commented, once again slipping back into his performance habit. The robot coughed up on this mechanically before looking back at Walker with guilty eyes. "Sorry there Inspector." He apologized politely.
"Don't sweat it Foxy, I can't change you even with all the time in the world." Walker shed his flashlight around the in the kitchen as he examine the household appliances for any signs of usages by Jeremy over the years, he sniffed the toaster, finding some receding smell of toasts in it. "Seem standard to me. Other than that, he must have had the vault well hidden." Well hidden truly is the watchword of the house, as Foxy lean his back against the wall behind the kitchen counter, a switch was heard clicked then followed by the refrigerator sliding out of the way, revealing their secret passageway to the vault. "Well what do you know, you made some progresses Foxy. You get to lead the way." Walker congratulated Foxy, patting him on his shoulder and offer him to head downstairs to lead the way, as Foxy have access the building's floor plan store most of the data on the traps and puzzles on the Vault.
Using that as a guide, he made his way down the stairway into a sparsely lit room with a number of random items. Surveying the room, he noticed that the room seemed like a dead end, but he was sure that couldn't be it. Looking at the schematics, it seemed there was a hidden room...and the only clue was 'scales' and 'purple'. Looking through the room, he noticed that indeed there was a scale.
Walker was baffled by the sense of the puzzle here, on the shelves were plushies of Freddy, Foxy, Chica, Bonnie. On the table were the phone and fan. The bookcase next to him has a set of training tapes made for using the animatronic suit, notoriously dangerous to users. So dangerous in fact that the company questioned why it was built in the first place. "So we found a scribble on his tombstone, a bunch of cryptic writings and this. Doesn't seem right to me." Walker ponders.
He went over his notes on the PDA once again to look up on the collection of cryptic writing by Jeremy. One of them said "Measure the road to darkness and beyond." He then showed Foxy the hint on the paper. "So here we have a scale. I think we might need to weigh something." The inspector following his first instinct went around to search for relevant items to put on the scale's two dishes. But Foxy's HUD found something peculiar about this scale.
"This measurement system isn't standard at all," he said bluntly as he placed a hand on the dish and found something off. After a few experimental attempts his HUD finally managed to formulate the rough measurements, revealing that it was all a color code number. Then it clicked. "Purple. The color code for purple! That's what we're looking for!"
"What!? Wait a minute…" Walker grabbed the PDA and look back at the number he found on the tombstone and realize what was it that they were missing. "Oh my God! That's it!" He planted his palm on his forehead. "Foxy, we need to put the stuffs on the dishes! See if you can come up with the purple code." He then grabbed the plush toys and put them on the first tray and the phone on the other, they fiddle around the scale until it then struck their Purple code. Then they heard a creaking sound of a concrete wall swung out slowly, revealing a vault specially built to hide items of interest. "Well here we go." Walker said.
The two would then followed the dark corridor ahead of them into a room full of investigative notes, clipboards with dots connected by red wires. Personal records of people involved in the Fazbear company during its heyday. Then he found something interesting, a dossier straight from the Fazbear company on William Afton, his son Michael Afton, their daughter and younger son. Along with some proposed animatronics for a spin off sister location that never opened its doors. What Foxy found most interesting however, is a leather cover book, a journal with page markers. The contents showcase what Jeremy has found over the years since his retirement. Most of them were about the messy history of the Afton family and his history of mental depression.
"My God, that's one messy family Afton got there…" Walker gasped and was visibly appalled by the records of things like his long trauma of losing his son to an accident, the lost of his daughter to during an animatronic "Test" and his eldest son's disappearance.
"Aye, let's wrap up here and head back, I could use a recharge too." Foxy said groaning a little, he felt rather drowsy and hard to focus for long since he has been running at full capacity for the past hours doing all sorts of things in a movie.
They wrapped up the finding and putting evidences into a box and went out to their car, driving back to the precinct. There, Foxy was brought to the technical room where he receive his maintenance and charging session while Walker filed in their finding.
Sitting on a chair next to Foxy monitoring his maintenance and charging was a technician named "Trixie Burdette", a black police officer with technical background. She sports a vintage disco style hairdo, earning her the nickname of "Disco Trick". "So Foxy how is your case going so far?" She asked, making an awkward conversation with the robot with an infamous history. "I guess Walker didn't tell you about his childhood with Freddy Fazbear, huh?" Her final question seems to be most noteworthy to him, arousing his curiosity even further.
"His...childhood?" Foxy blinked. "I...don't remember ever seeing him before."
She chuckled and took a sip from her coffee mug. "Well, he came here years ago and he told me about his first visit to the restaurant. It was about when he was 6 years old back in the late 80s, I think it was 1987. He was a little boy walking with his mom into the restaurant and he was having fun with his friends at the arcade and pizza. But by the time he saw the animatronics for the first time. Did you know what happen?" She paused a minute, waiting for Foxy to ask her.
"It didn't end well right?" He guessed.
Trixie obviously shook her head, confirming his theory. "Nah it didn't, he was scared shitless. The moment he saw the animatronics singing, he cried for his mommy to take him home." She ended, sighing. "He said that he didn't have much good history to begin with when talking about Freddy Fazbear, but he took the case anyway. I guess it's his way to confront his childhood fear." She said depressingly with her face slumped down.
"That's...too bad," Foxy said, his ears drooping. "Its sad he felt that way. While me and the others were active...we always tried our best to be there for the kids. We never wanted to make them scared."
"Yeah I know you do. It's just sometimes, kids can get scare and they don't know why. At least the old man is well…older and wiser now." She shrugged, finding no better words to express it. "Anyway, you should get some sleeps Foxy, you've been up all day for the past two days." Trixie gave him an affectionate kiss on his vulpine nose, causing his HUD to phased a little from the ecstatic stimuli, along with her padding his forehead helps him go into a dream. A rare one at that, he didn't think robots or animatronics like him can even dream, and yet somehow, he does.