"Pizza's here!" Jessica shouted, turning back from the open door. Everyone was sitting at the dining room table. Styrofoam plates in front of them as well as different soda's. They all looked up. There was a moment of confusion as they expected the pizza guy to come in.

"You guys gotta help carry it in," Clay said to the gang. There a split second where they paused, before they pushed back their chairs and walked over to the door. The wooden floor creaked with each step they made, while they walked over to the door. The yellow-orange light that emitted from the chandler that hung above the table only casted enough light, to brighten it. The rest of the house, except the bright light from the kitchen, was dark.

It was late, and the sun had already went down. It was around 8 and they were all starving. Thank god Clay ordered pizza. The only thing that worried them was that now that they could eat dinner, they were going to finally discuss what was going on. They were desperate to know, but they still had apprehension.

Each one of the gang carried a box in and set it down on the table. John got pepperoni and sausage, Jessica got plain cheese, Marla just got sausage, Carlton got just pepperoni, and Lamar got Anchovies.

They set the boxes on the table and Clay walked over to the door. Reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his brown leather wallet.
He gave the pizza man some worn green bills, before wishes the young man a good night. The man left and Clay took a moment to look into the night sky. The yellow moon hung over him, surrounded by stars. A quarter moon. Not only that, but it had a white ring around it. Clay remembered how his mother told him growing up, that if the moon had a ring around it, then it was going to rain the next day. Clay sighed, How fitting.

"Ewww... Anchovies!" Jessica said sticking out her tongue. Marla also found it gross, wrinkling her nose.

"Lamar that's gross!" She said, pulling a piece of the sausage pizza out from her box. Lamar gave them both "really" looks.

"I just like anchovies," he said reaching into his box and taking out a slice. He paused, then smirked before tilting his back and opening his mouth wide for all of them to see. He proceeded to take a huge bite from the pizza, and hum in approval.

"EWWWWWW!" Jessica squealed, she turned away from him, shielding the sides of her face with her hands. She started giggling. Lamar started laughing with his mouth closed. Marla puckered her lips, filling her cheeks with air before being unable to hold back laughter.

"Pfffffhtttttt!" Marla started laughing and the others started joining in. Even John had lightened up a bit at this point and chuckled. Clay smiled at the kids. It was almost like nothing changed between them. Except they were older now, and their humor was different. But still they all came together and laughed at a joke like nothing changed. That their bond seemed ever so strong. In fact, it was hard to believe how much they've grown. They're practically adults now. One more year and they're out of high school. They'll be out on there own. It's been 10 years. Man how the time flies. Now Clay felt old.

"Can we eat already?!" Jason pipped in. He was obviously very hungry and wanted some food. They looked at him, trying to calm down. Marla rubbed his hair.

"Yeah Jason. We can eat now," she said smiling. They reached into pizza boxes, grabbing the types they liked. And unsurprisingly Lamar was the only one who chose to have Anchovies. They sat down and began eating. Clay walked over to the table and sat down at his end.

He still smiled at them, before looking at the files in front of him. His smile dropped before he cleared his throat.

"You kids ready to talk about this?" He asked rolling his fingers on the files. The gang looked up, chewing their pizza. They looked at each other then back at Clay.

"We wanna know," John said, finally ready to get down to business. Clay took a deep breath before opening all of the files and turning them to face the kids. They leaned forward, looking at the documents.

"Let's start at the beginning," Clay said almost depressingly. It was like just talking about the subject made him gloomy.

"You all already know that Charlie's father, Henry. He was the owner of Freedy Fazbear's and the creator of the animatronics. Right?" He said looking up at them, without tilting his head up. They all nodded.

"Well what you probably don't know or remember, is this man." His slid the photo of William's face forward.

"This is William Afton." There a small pause. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his breath steady.

"This man was the Co-owner of the pizzeria."

"So this William Afton guy was the one that took her?" Marla said butting in.

"Yes- But let me finish first," he said slightly annoyed. It was hard enough talking about it. But interruptions were only adding stress.

"William Afton was the Co-owner, and he was Henry's close friend and business partner," Clay continued. A few of them had contemplating looks. Obviously trying to make sense of this with only that small bit of info.

"Now, both him and Henry didn't actually used to live here. They lived in a small town not to far from here, New Harmony. They both also owned a restaurant there, a diner. The both of them had special animatronic suits that could be worn. A golden bear and a golden bunny were the main two." John eyes widened. There was a memory that hit him. He remembered seeing a golden bear, on the day Michael was taken, and he even saw a man inside.

"I've seen the golden bear before," John suddenly blurt out. The other raised their heads towards him with surprised looks. Even Clay seemed slightly surprised.

"O-On the day that..." His voice withdrew a little "Michael was taken." He said in a quieter voice. There was a moment of silence among them.

"Are.. are you sure?" Jessica asked, also with a more restrained voice.

"Yes," John said gaining a bit more confidence. "I even saw human eyes inside."

"I mean at the time I didn't realize it was a man in there. I was just a kid. Bu- but I remember... Dead, grey eyes." He continued. Clay inhaled sharply. The others heard a quickly looked back at him.

"Dad are you ok?" Carlton asked. Clay held his first two fingers over his mouth while the rest were curled. He breathed loudly, before closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply before removing his hand a opened his mouth, which made a small "smack" sound.

"Did they look like his?" He finally asked. Sliding the photo closer to John. John leaned forward, looking very closely at his eyes.

"Yeah, but the thing is. They.. they looked..." He tried to find words that would describe it better. "Even more dead. If that makes any sense?" Clay removed William's "new" photo from the paper clip.

"Yeah, it makes sense," Clay responded. He held out the newer photo to John. "Were they more like this?" He asked. John looked at the new picture, it sent chills up his spine just looking at those lifeless eyes.

"Yes," he responded almost distantly. He found himself captured by those eyes. Clay noticed this and pulled the photo back and set it on top of the file, out of John's sight. John blinked before slightly shaking his head.

"Who is that man?" John asked, not realizing they were the same person. How could he, not even Clay recognized him at first.

"I'll explain in a minute," Clay said. He turned back to the rest of the gang.

"Back to the story," he said. He pulled his arms closer to his chest, but bent at the sides. While he intertwined his fingers in an almost business like fashion.

"William never seemed like the supicious type. He seemed like a normal chipper guy. But as you probably already know. Henry, was a bit distant. He was socially awkward, he always seemed to be daydreaming. He was odd, but still a rather nice guy. It was obvious why nobody would suspect a man like William."

Clay straightened up.

"But, something I'm sure Charlie didn't tell you. Is that she had a twin." There eyes widen and mouths opened. "Brother." Clay added.

"I didn't even know until the investigation those 10 years back." He added looking down before regaining eye contact.

"His name was Sammy. And Charlie even had a mother, Caroline." Their mouths were still opened.

"The reason why you never saw, met them, or even heard of them. Was because of an incident that happened back at that diner." He said, shifting his eyes to each of there faces.

"There was a Halloween party at the diner. Charlie and Sammy were left alone in a room. They were just infants. No clear grasp of the world yet. And... Someone came into the room. And took Sammy." He said almost sadly.

"There were no witnesses other than Charlie. But she couldn't say anything, only cry and babble." Clay stated. "Nobody was ever charged, but they tried to investigate as much as they could."

"However because of this, Caroline divorced Henry and left the state. She hasn't returned to Utah since." He paused, letting all the information sink into the gang.

"So, that's why you never heard of them. Charlie most likely never talked about it, because she didn't even remember."

"Was.. was Sammy ever found?" Jessica asked in a whisper. Clay shook his head side to side.

"If he was, Caroline wouldn't have left Henry," Clay said with his eyes shut. Marla instinctively pulled Jason close to her.

"But that's when William, Henry, and Charlie moved here to Hurricane. Fast forward another 5 or 6 years. You guys are all 7. And that's when the "incident" happens. And apparently John had seen the culprit." Clay said looking up at John. John opened his mouth to say he was sorry. But Clay put up his hand and closed his eyes.

"We never found the bodies. But we found their blood. That was enough for us to realize that they were probably not still alive," Clay said looking back up at them.

"At first, most people pointed their fingers at Henry. But I continued the investigation. We didn't have any significant evidence. And I just had a feeling. Deep down. That Henry didn't do it. That someone else was responsible. And, I was right," Clay said looking down at the photo of William.

"We searched William's house and found some rather, disturbing things." Clay was sweating. His mind was flashing back to the dark room. "A yellow rabbit suit, a journal of his insane writings. His writings were of his... rather creepy obsession with Henry and Caroline." Memories of the room were invading his mind. He tried to push them back.

"We could obviously see that William was the insane one. Not only that, but he was always missing during all the children's disappearances," Clay said looking at the documents of evidence.

"William was the one who took Michael and the other kids. And he was also the one who took Charlie's brother Sammy too," he stated, not wanting to looking up at them. He was pulled back into his thoughts. He was brought back to the investigation.

He remembered reading William's journal. His cursive handwriting, obviously done with a ball point pen. He could just feel his insanity leaking from the ink of each word. How he described things. How his feelings were constantly changing. From jealousy to worship. His undying passion towards the couple. He even remembered William writing about Caroline being pregnant with the twins. The words he used to describe it, made Clay's skin crawl. After finishing the journal, Clay felt he had gone on a journey through William's broken mind.

However, there was always a theme in the journal. Love. William talked so much about it. It was mentioned in practically every entry. He wrote about how he gave love to others, how he constantly wanted to be enveloped in Henry and Caroline's love. The investigators came to the conclusion that William never had that much love given to him as a child. And thus he yearns for it now. He wants others to love him, he wants others to give him love. And that need was directed towards those two due to all the time he spent with them. He apparently tried to involve himself in their love a little too much, because he said that he crossed a border. He wrote about what happened. William was breaking. His words were becoming incoherent and his handwriting was becoming sloppier. He lost stability. All due to what they said.

"William we need to talk," Henry said sitting next to his wife on their pale grey couch. They both looked rather serious. "Yes, what is it?" William replied, curious to know what this was about. "William, we both know how excited you've been about the twins coming," she said looking back at Henry then back to William, she held her hand over her chest. "Yeah," William responded happily. "Well..." Caroline started. Henry picked up the conversation. "What we're trying to say Will, is that we appreciate how much you care. But it has gone a bit overboard, it has crossed a line that represents how comfortable we are with this. And I know you don't mean to, but... you're starting to make us uncomfortable with how interested you are with the twins." There was a long silence. "We don't want to hurt you William, but we're basically asking that you pull the reins back a bit," Caroline finally said. "Yeah yeah yeah. You're right, I've gone a bit to far, I understand. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. I'll pull back, definitely." William got up for the seat. "William we truly are sorry," Caroline begun. "No, no it's fine. You're totally in the right, there is nothing you should feel bad about. I'll just take my leave and let you guys have some time to yourselves." William said as he got up and left the home. But things weren't ok. No, he tried to keep his cool. He tried to breath, he tried to hold it. But he couldn't. He was panicking. He wrote viciously in his journal, obvious by pressure put against the pages as well as the sloppy handwriting. He said that he felt betrayed, he felt abandoned. 'But it wasn't their fault, they weren't wrong. But here he was, still breaking down. He wanted to blame them. He wanted to so bad. But deep down he knew it wasn't them. It was something he did. But, he didn't want to admit it was him! It hurt so much. He didn't want to feel this way. What was causing it then. It must've been something. Was it what they said? ... I mean, he thought they loved him. All the things they've done together, All the love. And now, they were just pushing him away. They were forsaking him. Why would they do that? That must've been what was making him feel so horrible. It's what they did. Not him.'

Clay couldn't believe the amount of detail William put into his journal about this single event. The one thing that they simply asked for. That he could give them some space. That simple request, broke his fragile psyche.

And then, he didn't write for a week. But when he returned, he had done something very bad.

What the hell's wrong with me?! What have I done?! Why didn't I stop?! I knew what I was doing. But I didn't stop! What have I done?! Shit. Shit. Shit Shit! I've fucked up. I've fucked up so badly. I was just so angry. So upset. I would've never done it. I swear! I loved him. Why does it feel so bad! It hurts! I had a reason I took him. Henry and Caroline, they won't love me. But I felt so starved without it. I needed part of their love. Sammy could love me. I thought.. I thought he would love me. I was going to raise him. I was so happy. But he started crying. I tried everything, I checked his diaper, I gave him food, I gave him some juice. Nothing was working. I begged him, I asked him what was wrong? Why was he crying? Sammy looked at the front door, "Dada." It was like everything stopped. His words and what they meant sunk in. Something snapped. I felt anger rising. Was I not good enough for him? It felt like even Sammy was refusing to love me. I knew what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. My hand, it went over his little mouth. He was so small. My hand covered both his nose and mouth. His blue eyes widen and his hands went up to my wrist. I should've stopped. He started screaming but it was muffled and flailing his legs. Trying to escape my grasp. My heart was racing, it was scary. But... exciting. I didn't even realize it, but I was smiling. I felt him get weaker and weaker. Fighting to breath. His little heart was beating slower and slower. His eyes shutting. His screams quieting. The thrill of doing it, is what scared me. I liked doing it. I liked killing him. It wasn't until after it was done. After he stopped moving. Is when I was brought back to reality. It hit me, the reality of what I just did, hit me hard. I started panicking, I just killed a child, whom I was going to raise, whom I was going to love. Yet, I just ended his life. And I... enjoyed it. What the hell is wrong with me?! Things.. things keep getting worse and worse. It's my fault. But, but.. they refused to love me. They turned their backs on me! That's the only reason I took him. I loved them! And I thought they loved me too... I'm going to bury Sammy. I can't be found with the body, I just can't keep his corpse in my house. I'll write more when I get back.

Clay felt nauseated just thinking about it. He admitted to killing a toddler and he liked it.

"Dad? Dad?!" Carlton said in a loud voice, snapping Clay out of his thoughts.

"What?" Clay responded looking at them.

"You sort of just dazed off there for a good minute," Carlton replied. He looked at each of them.

"Sorry kids, I just got lost in thought," he gave a fake smile.

"But yes. That's why it worries me that he just straight up kidnapped Charlie in front of you. She's obviously very important to him. I just hope, he hasn't anything bad to her."

"So, why did he take her in broad daylight though?" Marla asked confused.

"I don't know. But I should tell you all that he goes by a different name now. 'Dave Miller'," he said sliding the new picture out to them.

"That definitely looks more like the man that we saw," Jessica said looking at the photo. "Well, his silhouette at least. This guy is definitely as thin."

"Speaking of which. Why is he so thin now?" Jessica asked looking up at Clay.

"Your guess is a good as mine. I honestly have no clue. After all, I haven't seen him in person since well, 10 years ago," Clay responded shrugging.

"Wait," Lamar started, looking up at Clay. "Why didn't you arrest this guy? I mean you said that you knew it was him."

"Well, that's the bad part about it," Clay said disappointingly. "Since there were no bodies found, he couldn't be charged. I mean we could've locked him up, but we would've been breaking our own rules. Sometimes you have to sacrifice something important to keep then inviolable trust people have in the force."

A brief silence fell upon them. Before John sharply cut into the quiet room.

"So you just let this insane man roam free, to possibly murder more people or children." He was fuming. He stood up from his chair.

"You let him roam free around this town. Without warning anyone and put more innocents in danger!"

"No. John, after the investigation he left town. That's when he changed his name and dawned his new look," Clay responded trying to justify his lack of action. "I didn't even know that Dave was William until today." There was another brief silence. Clay immediately regretted his choice of words.

"Oh, so it's perfectly fine that this information was never told to us, and it was never told to the public. And it didn't really matter until you put two and two together. Some great fucking police work!" John spat.

"John!" Jessica snapped.

"NO!" He shouted back. "Charlie was taken by this man, and we were never told about him in advance! And Clay here, hasn't even sent anyone out yet to search for her! Let me guess, you're doing that 'wait 24 hours' bullshit aren't you?! While at this point, for all we know Charlie could be brutally murdered and had her body dumped in a ditch somewhere!"

There was another brief silence. Nobody dared to say anything. Because, John was right. Controlled by his anger, but right. Charlie's safety was in danger, and Clay has been trying to avoid the obvious problem, because of his own inability to deal with the feelings and memories from the investigation. He's put her life in jeopardy. As well as the gang and dozens of others. John picked up his plate and soda and went up stairs.

"I'm going to bed," he grumbled, not looking back at any of them.

There was more silence.

"Dad, John's just upset. He didn't mean-" Clay interrupted his son.

"No, he's right. I've been putting this off and that's extremely selfish of me. Especially considering the stakes, and Charlie's current situation." Clay gathered the papers and put them back in the files, before standing up. He patted Carlton on the head, his fingers brushing against all of those soft, orange curls. He gave a soft smile.

"You kids go ahead and finish eating. I'll be in the living room, I'm going to call the station and tell them to start searching. There should be some missing posters put up for Charlie, as well as some wanted posters for William by tomorrow." Clay walked though the kitchen and into the living room.

The gang sat silently for another minute before slowly start to ease back into eating, and even some small conversations. It was a lot to take in, but the gang was starting to accept the reality of the situation. And just how serious it was, considering the fact that man was apparently a serial killer. They hoped Charlie was alive and safe.