Amy Grace's home was in the middle of a suburban neighborhood on Delilah Road not too far from the center of town. It was a quaint little ranch house that externally lacked the luxury the other rich complexes flaunted in Brigton. Wilted flower beds rested beneath at the front door, shrouding the house in a veil of gloom. Faded bricks surrounded windows that drank sunlight like a fine wine. Parted curtains allowed some visibility into the house where Mrs. Grace sat at the front most window. Her hazel eyes stared as though they were made of stone, never blinking only when the Mystery Machine had pulled into the driveway with Fred, Daphne, and Velma. They had left Shaggy and Scooby at the pizzeria to find out any information on the place and to finish their fifteen pizzas.

Mrs. Grace's eyes softened as she welcomed the trio into her musty home. The smell of Febreeze covered up a distinct, mothball dust scent. Cobwebs clung to corners and walls, making Fred, Daphne, and Velma remember the mysteries solved in haunted houses. Fred smirked at the notion that at any moment a ghost could spring out at them or wail from within the wall. It wouldn't surprise him, as it had happened many times before and every time it would still get the best of him. Which made him wonder, if the little girl was missing, would she be a ghost haunting this house? And if so, why had she not come forth to reassure her mother that she was hopefully all right?

A dusty leather couch greeted them and made Daphne cringe. It seemed as though the house had been abandoned for years and only now had a resident. A delicate tea set rested on the coffee table, tiny spiders making homes in cups. Another coffee table sat beside the couch, supporting porcelain knick knacks of blue and grey dolphins. In the center of the dolphins rested a photograph of Amy Grace and a little girl no more than eight years old with ebony pigtails. She wore denim overalls dotted with white, faded stars and a yellow shirt beneath, bringing out her cheery grin. As they walked through the house, they noticed pictures of the little girl everywhere, including a few accomplishments from her school days. Most Helpful Student, Renaissance Awards, Student of the Month. Velma's heart broke a bit to know that such a smart student was kidnapped, if not possibly worse. She personally hoped that the little girl was somewhere safe and all right.

The dining room held cherry wood furniture tarnished from lack of polish but nowhere in this room did cobwebs and spiders linger. Lace doilies attempted to hide any stains on the table as well as a large bowl filled with decorative, gold balls that looked like little suns poking out. A china cabinet infested with elegant tea sets and dinnerware stared at the trio as the glass reflected Mrs. Grace who hurriedly organized papers into files and laid them on the table.

"Forgive the untidiness of my house, I only had enough time to clean this room. I've been busy these past months searching for my daughter, my Tabitha…"

"It's all right, Mrs. Grace."

"Would you like anything to eat? Drink? I can make us some tea if you'd like."

"That would be lovely," Daphne spoke with her gentle tones, making Mrs. Grace smile softly.

It appeared that she hadn't had any company in a good while and that, perhaps, they were her first visitors in a long time. What the woman needed was a shoulder to cry on and someone willing to help her in her search. But why no one had found the child was the biggest question of them all and often, cases like that were not ignored by the police. A child was missing and that usually caused a great alarm.

"Feel free to look through the files," Mrs. Grace called from the kitchen as she prepared the kettle and chose peppermint tea.

Something to soothe the tension of the situation, something to calm the eeriness of the case, something to provide any relief of some sort. Quickly looking through the closet, she found a box of cookies she had recently purchased from the store. Gripping the box in her hand she looked at the ginger snaps and while they weren't necessarily the perfect cookie to pair with peppermint tea, she felt her heart die inside from the remembrance that Tabitha loved ginger snaps.

Flipping through the files, Velma, Daphne, and Fred looked at numerous sheets of paper before them. News clippings from the day Tabitha disappeared, a map of the pizzeria with ideas as to where Tabitha vanished, police reports, papers scribbled with endless theories as to what could have happened, pictures of Tabitha at some sort of party within the pizzeria, photos of the pizzeria's interior, and other documents spilled from the worn out folders. Each police report seemed to read the same: victim was last seen in bathroom at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza on June 25th. The year had been smudged by a massive, dried ink stain which made Velma's brow furrow a bit in irritation. Laying the map before her, Velma flipped through the photos of the place on the inside.

Her mind wracked for answers as to why the woman had taken so many pictures of the place. What was even stranger was that they were all pointed toward the ceiling if not the internal corners of the building.

"Hey, what's that?"

Daphne asked, pointed to a reoccurring gleam that appeared in all the photos. Bringing the picture closer to her vision, Velma's eyes widened with delight.

"It looks like the security cameras! Good eye, Daphne!"

As Fred kissed Daphne on the cheek, Velma laid the pictures in line where the cameras appeared to be in the room.

"I did that before, myself," Mrs. Grace spoke as Velma intently stared at the evidence before her. Taking the tea cup, she sipped the tea without adding anything to her, her mind too focused on the cogs turning in her head.

"Did you line up the line of vision for the cameras?"

"Yes. I made a copy and hung the map on the wall and outlined them."

"Do you still have it?"

"Yes."

"Before we do that though," Fred interrupted.

"May we ask you a few questions?"

"Yes, yes, of course."

Mrs. Grace was more than willing to comply with the trio which made Fred smile some. She wouldn't be like those they had encountered before who were vague in their answers or didn't seem to care. She also wasn't the type of person to chase them away, thankfully; especially with a rather dark and mysterious case like this, they needed all the evidence they could obtain. For a moment he considered that maybe it would be wise to interview the other parents whose children that had gone missing at this pizzeria, but for now he would mainly focus on Mrs. Grace.

"Can you tell us what happened?"

Sipping her tea, she watched the adults across the table from her. Her soul stirred, recalling the memory of that day. She remembered every detail as though it had only happened hours before and that she was reciting to the police for the umpteenth time. Holding the tea cup as gently as she could, she cleared her throat.

"It was late June of this year. The 25th, I believe. My daughter, Tabitha, was at a friend's birthday party at Freddy Fazbear's. The girl and Tabitha were great friends and were enjoying themselves that day. There were so many children there….and I just figured…I figured she was with everyone…"

She paused, taking a deep breath and a quick sip of tea.

"The last I saw of her was Tabitha and her friend going to the bathroom, which was fine. I saw them come back. Then after that….she was just in that sea of children….I didn't see her. No one saw her. "

Her tea cup shook a bit, but stopped suddenly. caught herself. Taking a deep breath, she could feel the memory taking its toll and hold on her, like some chained beast. She always blamed herself for that day, for thinking that Tabitha was a responsible ten year old, and that she could handle herself. All her friends were at the party, surely one of them would have told that something had happened. Even Tabitha's best friend would have said something, she knew it. Best friends wouldn't let each other be harmed or kidnapped and while she reassured herself of that notion, she knew that in the end the full blame fell on her weary shoulders. Parents were supposed to watch their children, a responsibility she had agreed upon and had done all her life. But at the age of ten, knew that Tabitha could use the ladies room without the assistance of her mother. Even then, she should have waited outside the bathroom for them and escorted her and her friend back to the room.

Guilt was about as friendly as a cigarette and knew it all too well. It burst like a lit fuse the day Tabitha had gone missing and over time, it slithered and slunk throughout her body like smoke. There was no way of stopping it unless Tabitha was found. Over the months the emotion had grown from the inside out, dominating her house in a sea of dust and painful memories. Depression often found its way into the mix and from time to time, she would spit in its face and keep searching, analyzing her evidence for anything she might have missed. The hours she poured into the search showed beneath her eyes and while it didn't bother her, she was often reminded of the disappearance every day she stared in the mirror. Instead of finding solace or Tabitha she would see those dark marks and immediately well up with tears. She never considered taking her own life or turning to some sick addiction, for she would always look at the pictures of Tabitha strewn about the house and remember why she had to keep living.

"The police….they searched but found nothing. They searched for her for a few months before eventually letting her case slip away. I swear them and the manager are in on it together. I swear they know exactly what happened and won't tell me. Not only me but those who also lost their children at that place! Those bastards know exactly what had occurred, but won't tell anyone! 'We checked the security cameras and she's there' they said. Then where is she?! Where is my daughter?!"

Slamming her cup down on the table, Mrs. Grace's eyes widened as she felt the broken porcelain penetrate her skin. Swiftly looking down, she noticed that the cup had shattered her in her hand which now trembled like a leaf. Drops of crimson broke through her pale, enraged skin as the shock gradually left her and once more she locked eyes with the adults before her. In that moment she felt like a child who had just broken a valuable object and was ready to receive punishment from her parents. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes as a memory came charging from the back of her mind. Of how only months ago Tabitha accidentally broke a porcelain dolphin and wore the same expression as Mrs. Grace did now. She wished she hadn't taken away her daughter's TV time that day, but rather held her and whispered words of reassurance into her ears. Swallowing hard, Mrs. Grace felt her cheeks warm, preparing the tears to fall. Bowing her head, her shoulders rose like the tide and she harshly bit her lower lip to stop those irritating tears.

"Oh…..oh forgive me. I…I should show you that map. Come, follow me."

Find out as much as possible about Freddy Fazbear's, search the area for any clues, do anything possible to obtain some information about this area. That was the mission at hand.

After fifteen pizzas, of course.

Nothing was better than pizza. Pizza was the ultimate cure-all, feel good food. You were going through a break up? Pizza was there. Movie marathon? Pizza was there. Late night dinner date? Pizza was there. To this day, Shaggy thanked the culinary Gods who invented the simplistic dish of bread, cheese, and tomato. Whoever threw random toppings onto the delicious disc would easily be accepted by his stomach. Hawaiian pizza, broccoli pizza, the man would eat it all with his lovable dog who now stole the last slice of pizza.

"Hey!"

Scooby laughed as he swallowed the last of the crust sticking out of his mouth. He smiled softly. He couldn't be mad at him, not even if he tried. Scratching behind his ears, Shaggy paid for the pizzas and disappeared into the crowd of parents and children.

Roaming away from the main room, Shaggy walked down the West Hall. No sooner he reached the halfway point of the hall it grew dead silent, as though he was walking into another world where nothing but checkered floors and posters of the performing animatronics were all that existed. The music could still be heard on the overhead system, but without anyone around, the atmosphere grew thick with creepiness. His spine shivered and his eyes began to dart, anticipating for something to pop up behind him; hopefully not one of those animatronics.

A supply closet held nothing. No evidence, no clues, nothing about the disappearance of the children or anything relating to. Walking onward, he encountered an office to his left. He couldn't see much of the inside due to the closed door. Knocking on one of the doors, he was met with silence and the hallway behind him seemed to grow quiet; the songs much more distant now. What would happen if he knocked again he dared not want to know, but given the mission at hand he had no other choice. Another knock, still nothing. The music seemed farther and slowly turning on his heel he expected to be faced with an animatronic or something far worse.

From the corner of his eye he was met with a white sheet and wailing. Yelling, he jumped back slamming his back on the door behind him. Wincing at the sudden shock of pain, Shaggy couldn't focus on that now. Quickly looking at the ominous white being before him, he watched as it grew closer to him. Hair on edge he found himself falling to the floor as the ivory being rose and rose, towering over him like a skyscraper before presenting its paws.

Blinking, Shaggy watched as the white cloth fell away and revealed a grinning Scooby Doo who laughed at his friend's fear.

"Rot rou, Raggy," he grinned and Shaggy smirked.

"You sure did, Scoob!"

Pulling his friend into a hug, they laughed eliminating any tension and eeriness the hallway possessed. There was nothing to worry about. The stories Velma had told them from the Internet probably weren't true. After all it was the Internet and it was probably nothing more than urban legends. Velma loved those and liked to chase them as well as Fred and Daphne. Shaggy had to admit they were fun, despite the fact that everything seemed to go wrong or escalate from eerie to mortifying within a matter of minutes. Sometimes it was something simple like a man in a mask. Other times it was the unexplainable, the things that couldn't be deciphered or understood, and only taken for the idea that the supernatural and paranormal did exist.

But with his best friend by his side, Shaggy knew nothing would go wrong. They had just eaten fifteen pizzas and the world was wonderful. So far nothing creepy had occurred despite the hallway's eerie tension, although it was a mystery as to how that little girl did vanish. It was a pizzeria, who would kidnap children here? It was strange and rising to his feet, Shaggy figured it would be best to continue the mission that Fred had given him. There was no way a little girl could just up and vanish in a pizzeria without any trace and without anyone knowing about it.

There was nothing to be found in the West Hall. Shaggy had yet to wander down the East Hall and there, he hoped he would find something to aid to their case. The office wasn't going to open by itself and so Shaggy concluded that whoever worked in there was probably patrolling the grounds of the pizzeria. They would be back sooner or later and he would try to converse with them. But for now, he would find no answers in the office.

"Come on, Scoob. Let's see if we can like find anything else."

"Raggy, rhat's rat?"

Looking up, Shaggy was met with a purple rabbit wearing a red bow tie standing at the end of the hallway.

He had recognized the animatronic, but now staring at it, it seemed possessed. Like a demon had taken over and was working the controls from within. The light emanating from the main room behind the animatronic made its shadow crawl on the floor and its eyes glow. Only now of all times did the West Hall's lights begin to flicker. They did say the place was on the brink of shutting down, so blinking lights were to be expected. But now was probably not the best them to flicker, adding a more ominous appearance to the purple rabbit.

"Zoinks!"

In its hand held a plastic guitar and it did nothing more than stare, registering Shaggy as a target. The music was completely gone now. Any sound that was made was from Scooby Doo's chattering teeth as he jumped into Shaggy's arms and Shaggy's heart pounding like a hammer. The only other noise that could be heard was raspy breathing, like someone crying and trying to speak at the same time. But that noise, that very strange noise came from nothing but the purple rabbit. In a way it almost sounded inhumane which made the man's skin turn to a ghostly hue as he slowly backed away, deeper into the hallway.

Posters of the purple rabbit on the wall seemed to turn and look at him, heightening the fear clouding in his head. His heart was a hummingbird, beating without any intention of stopping and he wondered if it would explode from the inside out. He would die of fear from of all things, a purple rabbit. Shaggy watched as he swore the animatronic moved. One foot into the hallway. He had nothing to defend himself with and what would he defend himself with. An animatronic was far stronger than him and he knew that within one punch it could easily eliminate him.

Raspy breathing echoed into the hallway, dominating any other sounds Shaggy might have heard like children's laughter or utensils from the kitchen not too far away from him and Scooby. Even his own heartbeat seemed to fall silent to this thing's breathing he swore he saw a single strip of something red tumble forth from Bonnie's jaw. Eyes widening in terror, he hoped that wasn't blood and yet that distinct coppery scent charged down the hall and made his heart stop. What was this thing, this robot, this mechanical beast, and why was it dripping blood? Maybe it ate the children and that's why everything seemed so silent and suddenly blood scented. Maybe this was all just a dark, dark nightmare and at any minute Shaggy would awake with Scooby by his side in the back of the Mystery Machine or a nice hotel. Maybe Velma was right and there was more to this place. Or maybe it was just -

"Bonnie, what are you doing?"

The animatronic's head swiftly turned to meet an associate.

"Come on, let's get you backstage. Your servos is acting up again."

Shaggy's heart remembered to beat and with one lone beat his eyes shrunk a bit. Breathing hard, he watched as the purple rabbit was led away from the end of the hall by a worker. The lights still flickered, but not as rapidly as Scooby leapt from his friend's arms.

"Scoob?"

"Reah, Raggy?"

"I-I think there's like more to this place. I don't know what, but like, it sure is creepy."