The day ended rather quickly, as Scott had called off the performance because of the fight. Freddy was grabbing his coat and was about to leave when he ran into Toby again. "Hey. Did you hear the news?" He asked as the two walked through the dining room on their way out. "No, what happened?" Toby put his hands in his pockets before speaking. "They found some big clue.. That Cliff guy found a wrench near the crime scene."
Freddy raised an eyebrow. "A wrench? Well, I guess that points towards the engineers…" Toby nodded. "Yeah, but don't you think that it's… off? I mean, come on, why would the murderer leave a clue as obvious as that near the crime scene?" Freddy thought for a moment."Hmm. Good point. Well, we aren't really in a position to make deductions now. See you tomorrow."
The Next Day
November 15
A sudden knocking at the doors of the pizzeria caught Freddy's attention as he walked through the dining area. Pushing the door open, Freddy saw a man in a black coat with a matching hat. "I'm sorry, sir. We aren't open yet." Freddy was about to pull the door closed when the man pulled out a business card. "My name is Ace. The company sent me here to assist with the murder investigation," the man said in a gruff voice. "Oh… well, I think you should talk to the manager, not me…" Freddy said as he pulled the door all the way open. Ace nodded and walked through the dining area towards the manager's office. "Great… another shady character to add to the cast." Freddy grumbled as he locked the doors.
Freddy sat in the lounge, absently staring at the cheap TV. In reality, Freddy was focused on Foxy, who was seated next to him with his legs propped up on the coffee table and a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. "Are ye there, Fazbear?" Freddy sat up when he realized that Foxy was talking to him, staring at him with one eye since his other was covered by a leather eyepatch (Foxy refused to talk about what happened, so it was anyone's guess if there was an eye under there). "Uh… Yeah. Sorry. What did you say?" The fox rolled his eyes. "Ah was asking if ye were watching that." Freddy turned to the TV to realize that it was turned to the Cartoon Network. "Oh… um… no, you can change it." The fox sighed, looking at the clock. "Well, ye sure took yer sweet time with that. Ah been tryin' ta get yer attention fer the past 5 minutes, an now it's too late. I gotta do sometin' now…." With that, Foxy rose from the couch and left the room.
Freddy stared at the door, frowning. "I better follow him… who knows what he could be doing." Freddy muttered. He knew that it wasn't really his business, but his suspicions mixed with his curiosity overtook him.
Freddy watched as Foxy opened the door to the basement, ignoring the yellow police tape strewn around. Freddy waited a few seconds before he followed the fox down the stairs. The basement was eerie and dimly lit, and the smell of bleach was strong. Freddy waited a bit to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. There were stacks of boxes piled on top of each other, but nothing much. The blood from the murder was already cleaned away, and the body was long gone. Freddy hid behind some crates as he heard steps. He watched as Foxy climbed back up the stairs, holding something in his hand. Soon, the door shut and Freddy was alone in the basement. Standing, Freddy was about to leave when something caught his eye. Moving aside a tarp, Freddy gasped. Inside was a wrench, the top caked in dried blood.