A/N: Hey! Guess who hasn't been kidnapped, killed and stuffed into an animatronic suit! Or burned to a crisp on the ceiling. But I have been busy, and I have had a lot of crap to deal with as of late. I very nearly lost the entire story due to my insane stupidity, but I managed to save it! So now that's school's over for me and I've moved into a new place I hope to be able to update this a little faster for you guys C: I feel like this concept is getting terribly outdated already. But, eh... I still find it fascinating. So here's the next part! I'm sorry it took me so long, I hope you'll forgive me!

Not long after, Sam found himself outside Ravenhale police station. It was a rundown two-storey brick house with faded awnings over the windows. A bell announced his arrival as he pushed open the door and entered into a shaded reception. The receptionist, a woman about his age looked up as he approached. She sent Sam a brilliant smile, which he couldn't help return.

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked.

"Yeah, uh…" Sam searched out his fake ID "My name is Albert," he paused briefly, silently cursing his brother. "Dinkle. I'm with the Weekly World News. I'd like to speak with whoever's in charge?"

The girl's smile faded a bit as she examined his ID.

"What for?" she asked handing it back to him.

"I'd just like to speak to him about an old cold case of yours." Sam replied, smiling his most disarming smile.

"Hold on. I'll check if he's in." the girl replied, putting a phone to her ear. Sam thanked her and proceeded look idly around the room while waiting.

"Chief Haddock? There's a Mr. Dinkle from the Weekly World News here for you."

There was a brief silence while she listened to the chief's answer. Then she lowered the phone and addressed Sam.

"He'll be seeing you right now." She informed him, pointing down a hallway past the reception.

"Second door."

Sam thanked her once again and walked past her down the hallway. As he approached the door marked Chief Inspector the door swung open and a middle-aged man with a strong build and grizzled hair came out to greet him. He had the look of a man who'd seen a lot, but he managed a strained smile as he took Sam's hand.

Sam introduced himself and Chief Haddock led him into his office.

"So what can I do for you, Mr. Dinkle?" the chief inspector asked, closing the door behind him. Sam had taken the liberty to examine his surroundings and noticed a nameplate resting on the chief's desk.

"I'm working on a story regarding the old restaurant Freddy Fazbear's… I'm sorry, you're Mark Haddock?" he asked. The chief inspector gave a short nod of acknowledgement.

"You led the investigation on the missing children back then?" Sam pressed on. Chief Haddock let out a soft scoff, once again nodding. Sam scoffed too, not quite believing his luck.

"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the case?" Sam asked. The chief inspector sent him a truly apologetic look

"I'm sorry," he said. "But I don't give interviews on that case." Sam's excitement ebbed out a little.

"I understand." He said. "But," he continued, as Chief Haddock made to escort him to the door.

"I was wondering if you'd let me have a look at the old case file. If you still have it."

Chief Haddock stopped, rubbing his eyes.

"Mr. Dinkle." He began, turning to Sam again. "You need to understand that this case is very sensitive material for a lot of people around here. I don't want details on it to be released to the public."

"I understand, Chief Inspector." Sam hurried to say. "But I'm not looking for facts to add to my story. I'm looking for insight to better understand what happened back then. This is purely for research."

The Chief Inspector held Sam's gaze for a long time, seemingly considering his statement. Then he gave a deep sigh.

"Follow me."

He led Sam downstairs into a dusty, dimly lit room where shelves containing old cardboard boxes were placed in neat rows throughout the room. Chief Inspector Haddock walked resolutely in among the shelves and pulled down a particularly musty looking box. He looked briefly through it and pulled out a thick, brown case-file.

"I can't tell you how many times I've been down here to look at this." He said, handing Sam the file.

"It's been an obsession ever since I was assigned that accursed case."

"So you think you– they missed something back then?" Sam asked, carefully picking his words. He'd only just gained this man's trust with the case file. He was not about to ruin it now.

"Well, we never did find the children." Chief Haddock pointed out. "And between you and me, I doubt we even caught the right guy." He added bitterly. Sam looked up from the casefile.

"No?" he asked. "How so?"

Chief Haddock took the casefile out of Sam's hand and held it up.

"In my experience, to be able to pull something like this off. Abduct five, possibly six kids and make them disappear forever? You need to be calm, collected to an almost cynical degree. You'll need to have your wits about you at all times." He let out a silent sigh. "The guy we caught was too emotional. His mind was too all over the place. I doubt he'd be able to do something like this if he received instructions on it."

"So you think he was framed?" Sam asked.

"Framed, or just plain unlucky." Chief Haddock replied, handing the file back to Sam. "Either way it doesn't matter now.

Kid killed himself. Just after his conviction." He added when he saw Sam's look of confusion.

"Oh." Sam said, feeling a sting of sorrow for the kid. If the chief inspector's suspicions were correct, that must have been a horrible way to go.

"So what led to his arrest?" Sam asked after a brief silence. Chief Haddock shook his head slowly.

"It's all in the file." He said, turning to the door. "Let me know when you're finished here."

And then he disappeared, leaving Sam alone with the file. Sam couldn't help but pity the old man. It couldn't be easy to have lead an investigation like that, and then never really reach any conclusions.

He found a small desk at the far end of the room and sat down there to read.

It turned out the reason the kid, a seventeen year old named Ralph Winston who worked as a maintenance guy at the restaurant, had been arrested after a partial print was found on the costume believed to be used the culprit had turned out to match Ralph's index finger.

Ralph had a history with petty theft and minor assault, and – despite endlessly claiming his innocence in this case – was quickly convicted and sentenced to life in prison.

Sam learned the names of the children and who their families were. All locals.

The reports filed the kids as simply missing, but in a corner of the paper someone had added 'presumed dead' by hand.

Sam sighed, looking through the various photographs that came with the file. He picked up a group picture of the restaurant employees, gathered in front of the restaurant's show stage with the animatronics in the background. In addition to the large bear he assumed to be Freddy wearing a top hat and wielding a microphone , there was a bunny to his right with a guitar in his hands and what he assumed to be a duck or possibly a chicken – it had a beak – stationed a little further behind the other two at Freddy's left. It was holding what looked like a cupcake with eyes high in the air.

The picture seemed to have been taken at the diner's grand opening.

He flipped through the rest of the photos and found Ralph Winston's mugshot. The chief had been right. He really didn't look the murdering type.

The remaining photos showed the presumed crime scene, and some stills of what Sam believed to be security footage. The images were blurry and dark, but he could make out a tall and lumpy figure, guiding two smaller figures through a door of some sort. Anything else was hopeless to sort out. Maybe if he could see the actual video tape…

He packed together the casefile and left the archives.