We must have been waiting for hours outside of that office, waiting for even the slightest news of what was going on. The only indication that anything was even happening was the occasional shout from the other room, but eventually it would quiet down and we would be back to sitting in almost total silence, trying to make out the faint whispers of Miles's voice. It might not have been so bad if there was something to do, but as it was, all we could was, well, nothing.

The seconds dragged on and on and on and on. Matt would occasionally shift around in his seat, clearly even more uncomfortable than I was with the wait. Finally, however, the door to the the Police Chief's Office finally swung open, and the man we had all been waiting for stepped out.

"We'll be launching a full investigation into the matter. The evidence you've provided is more than enough to obtain a warrant," said Miles flatly as he closed the door behind him, setting aside a small glass on a table near the door.

"Yes! Finally!" shouted Matt as he leapt out of his seat, clearly overjoyed to not only be getting somewhere in the investigation, but also to be standing up again.

"I will be personally overseeing the investigation, with our two remaining officers staying behind to perform emergency services as usual."

Personally overseeing the investigation! Never before in my life had I been so happy to hear that someone would be "overseeing" what I was doing! Maybe I could finally get Mike out of there and have my pine forest at last. I slowly smiled at Miles.

"Miles, when will you be ready to come to the restaurant? I'd really like to be able to get a professional on this investigation."

"I'll be starting tomorrow morning. I've got a few things I need to do first."

"What kind of 'things'?" interrupted Matt, "What could possibly be more important than solving the murders of nearly a dozen people?"

"Look, we don't even know if it was murder yet. You got those photos from the security guard on duty at the restaurant, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So that means I have some important things to do first. Now if you'll excuse me..." Miles pushed past Matt and down the hall to the front door of the police station. We heard a large slam as the door opened and closed, leaving me and Matt alone once more. After some time, Matt decided to speak.

"Hey David, you know where the newspaper offices are, right?"

Being the largest building in town, it was hard to not know where they were. Practically the only major industry in town was news reporting, and all of the news companies shared the same gigantic building on Central Avenue.

"Of course I know where they are. I would be surprised if anyone in this town didn't know."

"All right, good. Go to the fourth floor in the building and give this folder to the person in the room marked 'editor'. Tell him it's from Matthew."

He handed me a large yellow folder with several files sticking out of it. The words "Fazbear's Pizza" emblazoned the front in faded, red ink.

"Why can't you just take this yourself?" I asked, curious as to why he would be handing off such a mundane task to me.

"Well, you see, it's... it's complicated," he began, "Long story short, there were a few things I did a while ago that the newspaper I worked for didn't exactly approve of. They thought that I was going 'too far' with my investigative reporting, which really isn't fair to me at all, since I getting them the story of the year, maybe even the century! But no, my boss said that 'there's some things you just don't do in this business', and that I 'needed to learn to control myself when in the field', because apparently being nice to criminals is what the industry is all about, instead of, you know, the truth!"

By this point, Matt looked like he was ready to punch someone, and I backed away slowly as his nostrils flared at me. He seemed to calm down a bit after a few seconds, but he kept on clenching his fists as he continued.

"Look, the point is, I got fired and the local newspaper editor would probably just throw this thing straight in the trash if I gave it to him directly. If you give it to him, he might listen."

I paused for a moment before taking the folder out of his hands.

"Ok. I'll take it."

He nodded silently before walking away towards the exit. I waited a few seconds before following after him.

The walk to the news building was a fairly long one, so I had plenty of time to think. Time to think about my plan for what I was going to do once the case against Freddy Fazbear's had been made.

Would I leave for the pine forest that I promised myself while I was trapped? And what about Mike? What would I do about him?

I decided that my plan would be to leave this town as soon as the Mike was out and the court case had started. There was no reason for me to stay, after all, if Freddy Fazbear's closed. Heck, I doubt they would even hire me again even if they didn't, seeing as I hadn't exactly done a great job while I was there. Getting dragged down to the basement by the things you're supposed to be guarding is generally frowned upon in the security guard business.

I passed by Freddy Fazbear's Pizza as I was walking. All of the lights seemed to be on, and I could hear the sounds of children laughing inside. I was surprised that there would still be kids out at this hour; it was dark, and I could imagine that it would be exhausting for their parents to have to take them home this late at night.

I was even more surprised, however, to see Miles outside the main entrance to the building, chatting amiably with a man in a grey suit. They would laugh every once in a while, but they didn't notice me as I kept on walking.

The rest of the walk to the news offices was fairly uneventful, with most of the shops along the commercial district already closed. I guess Miles's team was doing a good job, since I hardly saw anyone else on the way there.

As I walked into the lobby of the large brick building that was the city news offices, I glanced at the clock on the wall. 10:30. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza would be closing soon. I thought back to how different that fact had been just a few days ago. How the restaurant closing would have meant that it was time to make my escape...

I shuddered and quickly put it out of mind.

When I stepped out of the lift and onto the fourth floor, the only light in the entire hallway was coming from a dim light in the office at the end of the hall. The door to the office was labeled "editor" in faint, black ink. "Perfect," I thought to myself.

"What is it? I'm busy," said a voice as I opened the door. A pale man with black-rimmed glasses turned to look at me as I entered the room.

"C'mon, spit it out! I've got stuff to do, ya know."

"My name is David. David Hodall. Maybe you've heard of me already as the security guard who was found after going missing for about a week?"

His eyebrows raised slightly, but he didn't look up from his work.

"I know someone went missing, but I didn't know they were found. What's your point?"

"I have something for you, a folder. Someone named Matthew said to give it to you."

He stopped what he was doing and looked me in the eyes.

"Matt sent you here? Well, I suppose that explains why you came at such a late hour."

He muttered something under his breath and then looked me over.

"Well, I suppose you do look like the fella in the posters. What did you say your name was?"

"David Hodall."

"Yeah, that name does sound familiar. Here, I'll take a look."

I handed him the folder, and he took it and glanced at the front. He frowned when he saw the words "Fazbear's Pizza" on the front.

"Hmm, this is quite a bit. I suppose I'll look at it tomorrow after I'm done with this. Thank you."

I stood there for a few seconds before he motioned for me to leave. I took the hint and walked out, closing the door to the office behind me.

Time to begin the long walk back to my small, rented room to hopefully get some rest for the night.

A/N: The hype is real! Not only is this chapter chock full of important moments for our characters, but it also has almost 1,500 words! That's a really impressive word count for me!

But seriously, I want to thank all of you guys for sticking with me for this long. I now have over 100 followers on this story, which is an insane amount that I never thought that I would ever reach.

Unfortunately, I did not get my reaction to finding out that I had reached that number on camera, since it had been so long that I thought it couldn't possibly still be in the 90's. Clearly I was wrong, though, so what do you guys think I should do instead? You know, since I still feel like I should be doing something special for you guys. I guess leave your suggestion as a review, and I'll do maybe one or two of them. Or three, I don't know.

I've got an alternate ending for, I think it was chapter 16? I don't remember. I wrote it a while ago for someone who asked for an ending where Mike doesn't die. I've got that floating around still, so I guess I could release that too. Probably in a separate story though, since I hate cluttering up the main story with unrelated nonsense. Like rambling author's notes! How has your day been so far?