Clare was opening up the restaurant that early Monday morning but was surprised to see somebody else had already opened the restaurant for her. Normally, the manager, Vincent, was supposed to open, but he never did. They were lucky if he was five minutes late. But, of course, Clare didn't mind opening up the restaurant. Seeing Vincent had already opened the store showed that something must be wrong, so Clare hurried to see what the deal was.

Inside, she saw a few cops and surprisingly, her father, talking with Jack, who had just ended his night shift. Clare and Jack's father was a private investigator, the best in the town, quite honestly. Their father wasn't one to drop in for visits so, it was especially strange to see him here this early, accompanied by the cops.

"Father, what are you doing here? What's happened?" Clare rushed over to her father and Jack.

"Oh, good morning, Clare. Why don't you take a seat here with your brother?" The private investigator smiled warmly at his daughter, which made the situation even more unnerving for Clare. Her father was a stern man, almost never smiled like he was now. Unless something was wrong. Nonetheless, Clare sat down at the booth next to Jack and looked up towards her father with a puzzled glare.

"What is going on?" Clare searched Jack's face for an answer, but he seemed just as clueless as she did.

Jack shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Came out after finishing my shift to see Vincent and dad talking away. He pulled me away to talk. Then you showed up."

"Alright, alright, children." Their father stated, sitting across from them. "The reason I'm here is a missing child case. A report has surfaced here in town and the mother claims to have left her son here before the disappearance. Now, we'd lastly suspect this safe establishment for a kidnapping, but we had to search anyway to see if any of the workers had seen anything. That's what I wanted to talk to Jack about." His glare went over to Clare's brother, and his normal stern look returned. "Jack, you're the only one who watches these cameras. So, I need you to tell me if you have seen anything suspicious while working here. Any wandering child or mysterious person. Heck, a misplaced shadow. Anything, Jack?"

"No, not really. Honestly, the only thing that moves around here at night are those animatronics over there." Jack pointed towards the stage where the three animatronics stood still. "They're put on free roaming at night. But they just walk around like toddlers, really. Stupidly wondering the halls and even walking into the walls at the most random of moments. Anyways, besides those animatronics, I haven't seen anything else moving in this restaurant. And trust me," Jack raised his right hand and put the other on his heart. "If I were to see any other human being wandering around or on the grounds, I am to contact 911 immediately and call the manager." Jack had stated right from the dumb handbook Vincent made him memorize.

Their father nodded and rubbed his temples, thinking. "Hmm… But you say those animatronics move around?" Jack nodded in return to the question. "Do you think these here robots are smart enough to, say, kidnap a child?" he questioned matter of fatly.

"Like I said, pops, those things are the stupidest things in the restaurant besides Vincent." Jack laughed at his own joke, only to receive stern looks from Clare and their father. Jack coughed and stifled his giggles. "But, yeah, those things can't do much on their own. The only thing they really know how to do is sing and dance, but that's what they are programmed to know."

Once again, the investigator's face scrunched up as he rubbed his temples, a face the siblings had seen many a night when their father had brought home his work. "Say, Clare… Do you think anyone here could, perhaps, reprogram those animatronics? Teach them to do their own biddings, maybe?"

Clare thought for a moment, but realized she honestly didn't really know much about the animatronics. Clare had only seen them during the day, singing the same songs over and over. And surprisingly, it seemed her brother knew more about the machines than she did. "Honestly, father, I know nothing about those animatronics than what I see of them do during the day. And since they've came here, they never changed. But if you want information of that sort, you'd have more luck talking to Vincent. He's the one who has all the information here; he only lets us know the bare minimum."

"I guess I'll have to talk to that rat again." The father sighed. "He hardly let me know anything, either. Maybe if I threaten him with his job this time, he'll give me some sort of information. Well, kids, if you can't tell, the restaurant is closed today, we're just required to interview all the employees. So you're free to go home if you have nothing more to tell me."

The siblings both shook their head as their father rose to go talk to their manager once again. "Oh, and please don't be telling all your friends and stuff about this. We're trying to keep this situation on the down low for the restaurant's sake. We're still not sure if this kidnapping even has anything due to this place. So, if you want to keep your reputations, especially you Jack, keep your mouths zipped." And with that, the investigator had walked off to Vincent's office, not even bothering to knock before he went in.

The two siblings agreed to go out for lunch together to have a chat. Both of them were very confused with the restaurant being tied into this kidnapping. The place had been open for many years and nothing bad had every happened there. In the town, it was dubbed the safest place in the world for the children to go without needing an ounce of supervision. So for something like this, a kidnapping, to go unseen by the employees seemed almost impossible.

But Clare had a thought, suddenly. What if… it was an employee who did the kidnapping?

The restaurant only stayed closed for that day, so it wouldn't arise suspicion among their customers. After that day, business went on as normal. Though, Jack was forced to watch the cameras more carefully and the footage had to be looked over in the morning by Vincent just to make sure there wasn't someone hiding away at the restaurant. But, to the dismay of Clare and Jack's father, a lead never arose. They couldn't get anything about the case.

A month had went by since the case had been taken up and everything seemed to be back to normal. The cops were almost at the point of closing the investigation, and any finger that seemed to point at the restaurant had left. All seemed fine again, but that feeling wouldn't last.

Another missing child's case rose up. Then a week later, another. Soon enough, there were almost ten missing children's cases. But more surprisingly, ever parent of these children seemed to say that the last place the child was, was at the fun-loving Fred bear Diner. Now at this point, there was no hiding the coincidence. Vincent was forced to hire a day guard, too. Cameras were constantly to be watched. Many families had stopped going to the diner. And the kids who still insisted upon going had to have parent supervision to stay and play.

The investigators were working their brains to death, still not being able to find a culprit. But they knew one thing, it was an employee. But just who could it be…