Chapter 10: Night 3- Disturbing news

Night 3 begins -confetti and tiny cheers-

Had to really plan this one out. Hope you guys enjoy :3

I was driving to the pizzeria later that night. When I stopped at a red light (for the fourth damn time in a row), I checked the time on my dashboard. It was close to 10:45pm. I wanted to get to the eatery as early as I could tonight. What Mike said earlier today still haunts me about Foxy. He couldn't tell me much, but he told me what I needed to know.

"The Bite of '87?" I repeated. "Um, no..."

"Well, now you have," Mike said as he crossed his arms. He looked towards Pirate Cove. "From what I've read, the reason why Foxy is out of commission is because he bit someone." He turned back to give me a worried glance. I just frowned.

"Foxy bit someone? But...who did he bite?" I made sure no one was listening. Actually, I wondered if Rutherford knew about whatever the hell Mike was talking about. I didn't why I asked myself that. He probably does.

"I don't know, but he bit a kid. Well, a teenager. No more than fifteen I believe, but he was still a kid." I sank in my chair as I took in the info.

"But...why would he do that?" I quivered.

"I don't know," Mike said. "The others just said he snapped. They wouldn't tell me anything else."

"Others?" Mike jutted his head to the stage, and I nodded realizing that maybe some or all of the band told him. "Is there anything else I need to know?" Mike thought for a moment.

"All I know is that the kid lived. His frontal lobe was taken off," he said as I frowned more, "but that's all I know, kid." I sunk lower into my chair while gently rubbing the end of my scarf with my fingers.

I arrived at the closed building and entered the cold place. With all of my gear in my bag, I took out a new-add-to-the-inventory flashlight and turned it on. The beam of light was a little dull considering I had this flashlight for years, but it was good enough for now. Not even bothering talking to the band or Foxy, I immediately made my way to Rutherford's office. Surely he would have some records of any incident that happened at Fazbear's. I turned a corner to find the closed door to his office. I turned the knob to find it locked.

"Ugh, great," I grunted. Remembering that Rutherford gave me the keys to the building, I took out the key ring from my pocket. There were three keys. One were for the front doors, and the other two, I have no idea. I picked one of the unused keys and inserted it into the key hole. With a simple turn and a click, the door opened. I walked in, closed and locked the door, and turned on the lights. I took off my bag and strapped the flashlight to a hook on my holster. I walked to the only filing cabinet in the room and opened it, actually surprised it wasn't locked. I fingered though the few folders, but I found nothing useful. I looked in the other filing drawers. The second one was empty, but the third one had something pretty useful.

"Employee Records," I read the label aloud. I took the folder and sat in Rutherford's boss chair (which felt like a sponge). I opened it to find my employee head-shot on my file first.

Name: Catherine Sykes

Age: 23

Sex: F

DOB: 1/06/1980

Time worked: 11/14/2003 - _/_/_

And some other junk. I turned the page to find Mike's picture.

Name: Micheal Schmidt

Age: 25

Sex: M

DOB: 02/04/1978

Time worked: 09/08/2003 – 11/07/2003

He was fired a week before I started. No one was occupying the job between us. Maybe Rutherford filled in the week before I started. I turned the page to see the guy who worked before Mike. Across his picture was a large stamp of the word DECEASED in big red letters.

Name: Scott Cawthon

Age: XX

Sex: M

DOB: XX/XX/XXXX

Time worked: XX/XX/XXXX- XX/XX/2003

Poor man. Shuddering again at the fact of being in Scott's final moment, I closed the folder and leaned back in the chair. I glanced down to find that there are more drawers in the desk. I opened the first drawer and found a little convenient red folder. Red always means urgent or more important than everything else in the work office. I pulled it out. Unfortunately, there was not a label, but when I opened it, I found what I was looking for. Inside the folder was newspaper clippings and suing notices. I began reading through the clippings in order...

June 11, 1987

Tragedy strikes local pizzeria

Yesterday, June 10, 1987 at 12:42pm, the popular family pizza eatery known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizza witnessed a tragic scene when one of the animatronics, Foxy the Pirate Fox, bit a portion of Zachary Deere's, a young teenage boy, head. Witnesses said that the boy was simply pestering the fox, the possible reason why it bit the him, but officers and other proper authorities came in and temporarily shutting the pizzeria down. Nothing else is known of Zachary, but major problems to the pizzeria will definitely fall upon the pizzeria.

June 17, 1987

Boy from attack at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza survives

On June 10,1987 at 12:42pm, a boy under the name of Zachary Deere was bitten by one of the animatronics of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. He now rests in XX Hospital with successful recovery.

"It is a miracle that the boy survived due to the fact his frontal lobe along with most of his facial features torn clean off, with the exception of his eyes," said one of the doctors caring for the boy. "He will have some memory loss and will have difficulty functioning, but he will be able to live a full life."

August 9, 1987

Pizzeria trial

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was sued for the incident on June 10, 1987. Building became bankrupt as business suffered. Foxy the Pirate Fox, the one who attacked Zachary, was forced to be decommissioned permanently.

I flipped through a few more about how business was picking back up for the restaurant. I turned a clipping to see a few more articles set to a different time, but the subject wasn't about the Bite.

November 15, 1986

5 children missing at pizzeria- convict captured

On November 13, 1986, five children were reported missing. After calling authorities and searching the building, one of the mothers argued that the staff of the establishment was not being able to watch over the kids while at play.

"Even though we supervise the parties and activities that happen here, the parents still have to play their responsible roles in watching their child," an employer reported.

A few hours later, after looking over security footage, it was shown that someone in a kid-friendly cartoon costume had led five children backstage, but the camera to the room was disabled, but audio showed that the children were murdered judging by the screams an "unsettling squelching sounds," a staff member said. Other footage revealed the convict's face, a man under the name of Joseph Quin. He was found at his home, with costume under possession, and was arrested. Quin did reveal that he murdered the children, and, because this was his third offense of child murder, he was sentenced to death.

Under the investigation, the bodies, however, were never found.

November 21, 1986

Missing children found at pizzeria

Last night, the bodies of the five children were found at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Four were found in the animatronics after costumers and children complained about a foul smell coming from the characters. According to the staff, the animatronics themselves noticed a sudden change within their suits, which were cleaned out after the bodies were discovered. The fifth child was found in a lone spare Freddy Fazbear suit backstage, which also cleaned out.

The children found were Amber Luquire, Drew Rogers, Robert Calhoun, William Carter, and Carl Parker, all between the ages of eight and ten years old. Reports show that...

The rest was just information about what happened to the families after the discovery.

"That was fucking disturbing," I said to myself. I turned the clipping and found an article about the pizzeria taking night guards since the Lure (what bystanders called it) happened. Was that the reason why I stopped going to this place? Because of the Lure? Maybe the Bite, or both. I closed the folder and placed it back in its drawer. I glanced at the employee records and opened it again. I looked passed Scott's profile to find more people. I counted at least seventy night guards, most of them with DECEASED stamped across his or her face. Between 1986 and now...damn, that's a lot of dead night guards. So, one dies and another replaces. At least some of them quit, judging by the working intervals of some of the guards.

My phone's alarm for midnight went off. I shrieked and frantically turned it off. It's midnight and I'm not in the somewhat protection of the office.

"Shit..."

To be continued...

Hmm, looks like Catherine found some pretty disturbing news about her childhood pizzeria and her beloved Foxy. And to make things even better, she's in her boss's office and not in her's with all of the security cameras to help her survive the night.

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