B20 – THE PERSONAL DIARY OF DETECTIVE PETERSON, LEAD INVESTIGATOR OF THE FAZBEAR MURDERS

[Peterson and Eddie sit at a table with cups of coffee, piecing together the new evidence.]

"So Lockwood thinks the animatronics are demons." [Peterson stares at the ceiling, thinking hard.] "But at the time he worked there, the murders hadn't occurred yet. What reason would he have to fear them?"

"I think it's odd that the animatronics were acting strangely even before someone hid the bodies in them. Before they were tampered with. Remember the Foxy incident?"

"Right. But why? Even if you believe that nonsense about haunting, they woudn't have been haunted yet." [Peterson closes her eyes.] "Unless…"

[Eddie raises an eyebrow.] "Unless?"

"We know there was another murder. Three years ago, Borsovich's daughter. There could be even more that this company is covering up. We need to get into some records, Eddie. Old ones."

[He looks at her, visibly dismayed.] "Paperwork?"

"Paperwork."

[He sighs and rises from his chair.] "I'll get us more coffee."

"Get me a court order for Fazbear Entertainment to release their documents, that's what I'd rather have. And a chai latte while you're at it." [Peterson leans back in her chair, closing her eyes.] "We've got to figure this out, Eddie. Who knows how long this sicko has been out there – who knows how many lives are depending on us now."

"Well, on the bright side, we finally got that purchase order from Jason. We know where the animatronics came from." [Eddie rummages through his desk and pulls out a folder.] "Care to take a look?"

[Peterson brightens at once.] "You tracked them down? Where are they from?"

"Some robotics company in Ohio I've never heard of." [Eddie hands her the folder.] "Want me to track someone down for comment? They've got to have PR we can talk to."

"Maybe. I want to know how these things were built, and why they had enough room to fit someone inside. Who would design a robot that way?" [She opens the folder and studies the contents.] "It's almost like they wanted someone to fit inside them."

[Eddie stares at her for a moment, frowning as he ponders this. She looks up.]

"What?"

"They wanted someone to fit inside…" [He gasps and suddenly jumps out of his chair, sprinting out of the office.] "I have to go!"

"Eddie, wait! Where are you going?"

"I think I just figured something out! You check out that robotics company, I'm following this lead!"

"Okay." [Peterson sighs and closes the folder.] "I guess it's up to me. Let's go interrogate one more suspect before we dig into robot parts, shall we?"

A35 – THE INTERROGATION OF SUSPECT SEVEN IN THE FAZBEAR MURDERS

[Ben Quincey fidgets awkwardly as Peterson arranges her paperwork. He isn't a small man, but he has poor posture, and it makes him seem half his size; he is unshaven, with patchy clothes, but his eyes are a bright, unsettling blue that seems to pierce through the detective. She stares back at him, undaunted.]

"Bernard Quincey?"

"Ben, usually." [He wipes his face on his sleeve; his chin is shiny with sweat.] "Sorry. I've never been in a police station before. I'm all shaky."

"This shouldn't take long." [Peterson wastes no time in asking her most crucial question.] "Did your brother, Jason, let you borrow his key on December 13th?"

"Yes." [He dabs anxiously at his face again.] "He forgot something, so he asked me to grab it and gave me the key. I was only in the restaurant for a few minutes, I swear. The cameras probably caught me, you can check the footage –"

"And what was it you were grabbing for him?"

"His wallet."

"You grabbed his wallet." [Peterson stares, obviously not believing him.] "How on earth does a money-loving man like Jason Quincey misplace his wallet? How did he drive home without it?"

"I don't know, don't ask me! I just grabbed it for him. I swear. You can check the cameras –"

"We'll be checking the cameras, Ben, don't worry." [Peterson scribbles rapidly on her notepad.] "Did you drive back and return the key, once you left?"

"Yes, I gave it right back. And the wallet, too."

"Where is that key now, and the wallet?"

"Jason's got them. You can dust them if you want, they'll have my fingerprints on them –"

"I don't need you to reassure me, Ben Quincey. I can do my own investigating."

[Ben falls silent, still twitching nervously. Peterson studies her notepad carefully; she's wearing an impressive poker face, but the suspicion glimmers in her eyes. She doesn't like the way he's acting, and constantly justifying himself to her. It's odd, and he's odd.]

[She opens a manila folder.] "Let me see if I have this right. Your brother was a college dropout, and you were a high school dropout. You were both self-professed disappointments to your parents."

"They wanted Jason to be a banker, or a lawyer. They thought I'd make a good doctor." [Ben laughs awkwardly.] "Two weeks of high school taught me otherwise. I'm dumb as a rock, Detective, really. We both ended up in dead-end careers."

"What's your career, then?"

[He avoids her eyes.] "Not the one my parents wanted. Let's leave it at that."

"Did you ever resent your brother's success?"

"No, of course not. He ran a dumpy restaurant and made less than I made growing pot in my shower – not that I did that." [He adds this hastily, seeing the look on Peterson's face.] "He wasn't this amazing success like everyone said he was. I never envied him. Never have."

"I should think you especially don't envy him now." [Peterson closes her file.] "That's all for today, Ben. But don't leave town. We'll call you in if we have any more questions, and I think we will very soon."

"I'm happy to answer them, Detective." [His expression says otherwise.]

E1 – UNOFFICIAL LIST OF SUSPECTS AND DOCUMENTATION IDENTIFIERS, VERSION #1, CREATED BY LEAD INVESTIGATOR JANE PETERSON AND DETECTIVE EDUARDO REYES

Suspect One (POSSIBLE TO LIKELY) – Antonio Benedicto, former security guard. Had MEANS OF ENTRY, MOTIVE and CLOSE PROXIMITY. HISTORY with location and animatronics. (PETERSON'S NOTE: I PERSONALLY DON'T THINK IT'S HIM, DESPITE ALL THE RED FLAGS. HE DOESN'T STRIKE ME AS MALICIOUS, JUST A LITTLE MENTALLY MESSED UP. BUT HE'S DEFINITELY STILL A POSSIBILITY.)

Suspect Two (VERY LIKELY) – Jason Quincey, restaurant owner. Had MEANS OF ENTRY, MOTIVE and CLOSE PROXIMITY. HISTORY with location and animatronics. (PETERSON'S NOTE: THIS GUY IS SLEAZY AND I DON'T TRUST HIM. NEEDS EXTENSIVE QUESTIONING TO BE SURE OF ANYTHING HE SAYS. BUT IS HE A KILLER?)

Suspect Three (UNLIKELY) – Kate Hudson, former security guard. Had MEANS OF ENTRY but no motive or proximity. (PETERSON'S NOTE: EVEN IF I SUSPECTED HER, SHE WOULD ALMOST CERTAINLY HAVE BEEN CAUGHT ON THE NIGHT CAMERAS IF SHE'D DONE ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS, AND TAPES REVEALED NOTHING UNUSUAL BESIDES THE KITCHEN CAMERA OUTAGE AND ODD NOISE.)

Suspect Four (LIKELY) – Karl Borsovich, mechanic. Had STRONG MOTIVE and POSSIBLE PROXIMITY but no clear means of entry. HISTORY with location and animatronics. (PETERSON'S NOTE: I GET MIXED SIGNALS FROM THIS GUY. HE'S A GRIEVING PARENT WITH A GRUDGE, BUT IS HE A MURDERER? I'LL KEEP QUESTIONING HIM TO SEE WHAT ELSE HE'S HIDING.)

Suspect Five (UNLIKELY) – Thea Muldoon, former chef. Had PROXIMITY but no motive or means of entry.

Suspect Six (POSSIBLE BUT PROBABLY UNLIKELY) – Dresden Lockwood, former security guard. Had MEANS OF ENTRY and PROXIMITY but no known motive. Currently not in a mental state to be questioned further.

Suspect Seven (LIKELY OR VERY LIKELY) – Bernard "Ben" Quincey, brother of restaurant owner. Had MEANS OF ENTRY but no clear motive. (PETERSON'S NOTE: I JUST HAVE A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS GUY. I DON'T KNOW WHY. MAYBE IT'S A HUNCH. WILL QUESTION HIM FURTHER.)

B21 – THE PERSONAL DIARY OF DETECTIVE PETERSON, LEAD INVESTIGATOR OF THE FAZBEAR MURDERS

[Peterson is at her house early in the morning, purple-eyed and frantic. She adjusts her phone camera and then frantically shows it a thick manila envelope, with no return address.]

"This came in the mail for me today. Look at this."

[She pulls a single sheet of yellow construction paper out of the envelope; it's thick, the kind children might use for drawing with markers. Scrawled across the papaer in red crayon is a simple note. Short and concise, and utterly terrifying.]

HI JANE.

IT'S ME.