Scott went to his office to make some calls, and waiting for the police.
He was thinking about what Barney said. Maybe this kind of promotion could be useful for the company. It's sure that there will be people who will visit them because of the scent of death… uh, no, don't even think of that. This would mean they can't call themselves a family restaurant anymore. At least if he had children, he would never take them to a place where other children were… disappeared. Of course, it's not a case, because Susan left him two years ago, and the reason of their divorce was exactly the thing that she didn't want to have children. She said it would ruin her pretty body, and didn't care that Scott wanted kids so badly. But it's better this way, she wasn't the best choice for him and not only because…
His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the cops. Officer Watson was a thin, fair-haired man in his earl fifties, and his partner was a big black man.
„He is officer Bryers." Said Watson. „And no, not Holmes, and not even Sherlock."
He said it with a voice that suggested that he heard this joke many times and he didn't found it funny at all. He didn't seem to a funny man, and this made Scott feel himslef a bit uncomfortable. He liked friendly, cheerful people, he could easily make them understand him, but grim people like officer Watson made himself uncertain and shy.
„S-so I will show you the cameras." He offered and they walked into the monitor room, scaring away Mark who was on duty. Scott was searching for the tape of the birthday party, and – while the officers was carefully observing him and the room – started to play it. On of the monitors, all the five kids were clearly visible, just after a few moments the tape started to play.
„So." Muttered Watson. „There are Elizabeth and Benedict Woods, next to them jennifer Allen, and the two boys are Finn Cole and Joe Griffin, right?"
„I think so." Scott answered but he noticed immediately that the officer was talking to himself. His partner was observing the small faces on the noisy screen.
Watson gave a sign so the tape continued. A lots of children were running around, among them this special group, sometimes they were visible on multiple screens at the same time. They didn't waste any time, they wanted to try everything. And on one screen, they saw the yellow animatronics rabbit, Spring Bonnie, approaching the kids. They could only see his back, and he was also far from the camera, so they didn't see what was happening, but a bit later, the kids got up and followed the rabbit to the back of the building.
„What was that robot doing there?" Asked Bryers. Despite his look, he had a very soft voice.
Scott shook his head in surprise.
„It's not a robot, not really." He explained. „It is some kind of… suit, and usually our worker, Kyle is the one who wears it."
„So a man in the yellow suit asked the kids to follow him." Said Watson. „It is part of the experience, right? An employee, dressed up as a funny rabbit." But as he said, it didn't sound really funny.
„Yes, but… ont hat very day, nobody should wear it. We were showcasing the new robots, and there were also the older ones on the stage too. There was no need for someone to sweat in that suit!" The officers looked at each other, suspicious, and this made Scott so nervous that he started to talk, unstoppable. „But who would want to wear it volunteerly? Even if it wouldn't be such a hot summer, only a real mazochist would jump into it. Everybody, who are wearing it, talking about it with hate."
„So there are other besides this Kyle who wear it, right?"
„Yes, yes, there are others too, give me a minute…"
„Later, first we need to check these tapes." Watson turned back to the monitor.
They saw the yellow rabbit one more time, followed by the children, but not after that. They disappeared into the darkness of the corridors.
„Those are the corridors to the storage rooms, right?"Asked Bryers. „Visitors are no allowed there."
„Yes, they are for the employee, but we usually lock them." As he said this, a horrible thought grabbed Scott's mind. „Could it be, that a Fazbear's employee did this? But…"
„We can't be sure." Watson answered. „But it's a fact that this person in the rabbit suit, who shouldn't be there, lured the children to the storages. They could also be a female, and they don't have to be an employee either."
„What a sick bastard!" Bryers growled.
„Manager, what do you think, could a stranger be in the suit? Could someone just take it on and walk around in it?"
„I see a very low chance for it." Scott shook his head again. „First, we always lock those suits away."
„You know what, let's show them to us!"
They walk to the backstage, where the robotic parts and springlock suits were kept. Scott opened the door with his keys and let the investigators in. The air was full of the scent of oil, metal and dust. There were shelves on the walls, with empty heads of Chica, Bonnie and Freddy. There were also some endoskeletons on a desk in the corner, which normally were hidden inside of the animatronics, controlling their movements. The heads were staring down to them with their empty eye sockets.
„There it is!" Pointed Scott to the corner, where the yellow rabbit was sitting next to an old yellow bear suit (same as the one rotting in one of the storage rooms).
„So, as I've said," Scott continued, „the suits are not for anyone. We are keeping them here, locked away, and only a few people have keys for this room. And if you look inside one of these suits – see, you need to remove the heads -, you can see the metal parts inside. If someone is not familiar with wearing this one, he will unlock the springlocks, which will release the metal parts, which will crash the person inside."
„So only employees are familiar with this method?"
„Yes, an only a group of my employees. The ones who usually wear them and the ones who are responsible for the robots."
„Okay. So could you please show us the storage rooms? And after that, we will talk to those employees, and then all the others."
Scott let them in to the corridor, and they checked the storages one by one. They didn't see anything unordinary, only craps lying around. But after closing the last door, Bryers growled and pointed to the wall. Watson leaned, observed it carefully.
„What is it?" Scott asked, but he already saw it. A little dark stain, a bit larger than the spot on Barney's tie, it was low on the wall, hiding behind the door.
„Blood, sir." Bryers answered. Scott felt the world started spinning around him.
„So they… they were… k-killed… here?"
„We can't say this for sure." Said Watson, but his eyes looked like a hound's eyes, smelling his prey. „This is a very small amountof blood, maybe it was already here, or it was our culprit, wounded himself in the suit."
„But why…" Scott muttered, „why does anyone do such a thing? Why does somebody hurt children…?"
Bryers turned to him, stretching his arms helplessly.
„It's hard to understand the reasons of a filthy beast. It's like there are men who likes women in white kneesocks, and there are others, more like beasts than men who turns on by torturing children."
Scott shook his head.
„And why it had to happen… here! Such a friendly place!"
„Calm down, sir!" Watson said. „We don't know yet what had happened. Maybe the worst haven't happened yet. There were so few blood, and no bodies! It's not over yet! But now, we need to talk to your employees. The ones who are not right here, we will ask them later."
„Okay." Said Scott, and tried to forget that tiny strain of blood.
Maybe it is just a misunderstanding. Maybe only an employee overdid his – or her - job by entertaining the children. And if he or she led them to the storages? Come on, there must be an explanation! And the blood… well, kids always hurt themselves, it can happen anytime! Or that damned springlock suit wounded a little but the person inside.
It was better thinking about this than thinking about some psycho who lured five innocent children to the storage, and murdered them after… after all the sick things he had done to them before.
And it is even worse to think of that he might know a person that might be that psycho.