Vincent opened the door to the small apartment owned by Scott, the inside just as clean and meticulous as ever as Septhis respectfully stepped in. Vincent sighed as he closed the door behind himself.

"Uncle Scott?" Septhis called, setting his bag down.

"He said he might be working late Sep." Vincent said.

"Oh. On Gilbert?" Septhis said.

"Most likely." Vincent sighed.

"Oh. Where do you think he is?" Septhis said.

"Don't know. I just hope he's alright." Vincent said sadly.

"Do you miss him lots?" Septhis said noticing the sadness.

"Of course i miss him. He may not be blood relate to me but he's still my kid." Vincent sighed.

"Maybe the person is nice to him, wherever he is. Maybe they like him." Septhis said hopefully.

"Hopefully." Vincent said. Septhis sat on the couch, just short enough to swing his feet as he looked around curiously. Vincent sat his stuff down as he walked over to the couch sitting down wit sigh.

"Uncle Scott changed the furniture around." Septhis noticed curiously.

"Seems so." Vincent said. Septhis pulled the remote out from underneath the couch, the place it somehow always ended up, turning on the tv. Vincent sighed putting his head in his hands. Septhis noticed Vincent and scooted over.

"What's wrong?" Septhis asked.

"I'm worried." Vincent said softly.

"G-gil can handle himself. I'm sure he'll find his way back." Septhis said. "What's the worst that can happen?"

"I really hope you're right Sep. I really do." Vincent said sadly.

"What are you worried about? Gil knows how to take care of himself." Septhis said innocently.

Vincent sighed. "Yeah what should i worry about." Vincent said weakly not wantting to worry Septhis. Septhis was completely oblivious, just watching what was on TV without a care in the world. Vincent sat quietly watching the TV as well in some hope that he'd get some kind of reassurance that Gilbert was okay. The TV though was no source of comfort either, the alert still on with no updates while a colorful children's program played over it. Vincent frowned seeing that there was no update. Looking instead at Scott's coffee table, it was piled high with various cases and clues. Vincent's own curiosity kicked in as he picked up one of the cases looking through it. He was met with a whole pile of boys around Gilbert's age, along with a bloody picture of a familiar girl. The worry he had only grew seeing the images, he picked through the clues they had already found. Various theories were put together by scott, many crossed off varying from possible child kidnapping/slavery to the killer specifically going for Gilbert's age group and gender, possibly in relation to the girl in the picture. Vincent also noticed a lot of the boys strongly resembled or even were identical to Gilbert, ignoring minor differences. It worried Vincent how much they looked like Gilbert. Another pattern across all of them is that all of them appeared to have some level of monitoring across them, like the killer was eliminating them till he got to the real Gilbert. Vincent gulped nervously. Vincent had to push himself to go through the rest, seeing Scott had already thrown together a long suspect list, and was nowhere near eliminating to just one. If the real killer was really on the list or not was impossible to tell with the little information they had on this killer. In another folder, was even more boys, less than the other one, but many resembling a younger Gilbert. It was a bit too obvious that this killer was looking for Gibert or at least someone with his looks. Why though was the big question across both. The killer seemed to have no motivation for the killings but if they didn't why would they look for specific looks? The victims were all too similar to be random killings. There was some reason it was just not easy to spot. It was a while before Vincent could bring himself to look at the bodies autopsies, another pattern of knife wounds being used. Obviously the killer didn't want to be tracked down easily. Hunting someone with the intention to kill, but not to get caught before he got whatever he wanted, Vincent summarized in his head. Definitely wasn't any normal killer. He had a motive but he wasn't just killing to make a point he was killing to get what he wanted, and when it wasn't he discarded it. Vincent sighed, setting the folder down with a sigh, not wanting to look at the boys or their bodies more. What was more terrifying Gilbert being who this killer was looking for or being another one to discard? If Vincent would be back here in a couple of weeks and Gilbert would be the top of the pile. It was far from easing Vincent's worry if anything it was only making him worry more. If there was anything Vincent didn't want to see, it would be Gilbert dead and being used to solve a murder. Worse yet, if Gilbert was among the 'not found' bodies. Somehow the thought of Gilbert's body never being found scared him more than not knowing if he was alive or dead. Vincent sighed leaning back against the couch trying to find any sort of clue in his mind to what the killer was after other than Gilbert or someone like Gilbert.

"Gil has never been in trouble to my knowledge." Vincent mumbled. None of the pieces seemed to click at all. No real clear image could be seen and not like any of the kids could speak up to help and all the witnesses described a man with some similar features but never looking exactly alike so there wasn't any solid look on the killer. But all of the murders had happened after the children at Fazbear's had been found dead, he noticed. Vincent sat back up and sighed as he picked up the case file again this time looking more at the image of the picture left at each crime scene. Same picture, same girl across all the murders. Same girl with black hair and blue eyes smiling happily. Eerily familiar to Vincent, he couldn't quite remember why but he felt he'd seen her before. For some reason the picture reminded him of the kids at Fazbear's. Why was still not clear to Vincent, he set the case down again the girl still bothered him. He sighed as he pulled out his cell phone dialing up Scott again. His finger hesitated over Gilbert, but part of him argued Gilbert naturally wouldn't respond, any good killer wouldn't let him keep a cellphone and other personal belongings. He waited in hopes of Scott picking up.

"Yes?" Scott yawned over the call.

"Hey i know this is random but can you look over the Fazbear's incident case again with the kids." Vincent asked.

"Vince, there's a thing called admiring your own work. This is not the time." Scott sighed.

"No just please something's bothering me. Look over the kids." Vincent sighed.

"Alright alright, let's see here…. Autopsy, profile, weapon…" Scott mumbled.

"Is there a girl with black hair and blue eyes?" Vincent asked.

"Uh…. two of them." Scott said.

"Uh light skinned." Vincent said

"Uh yeah… Angel Radyson." Scott said.

"Angel Radyson… who are her parents?" Vincent asked.

"Chloe and Jack Radyson, was donated to them by an ex girlfriend named Eleanor Tonks?" Scott said.

"Hm…. I think the guy who took Gil is connected to Fazbear's…. The picture of the girl he keeps leaving i think it's Angel." Vincent said.

"Uh… Chloe's been dead for a while, Eleanor died before Angel was born, Jack's a lowly programmer at Hyperion Tech." Scott said.

"It's just a hunch but i really feel like i've seen this girl before… And if she is Angel then….. That'd give this killer a purpose r-right." Vincent said.

"Yep. And she should, she was one of the kids you killed." Scott sighed.

"And uh sorry i was nosy but the kids killed have all looked similar to Gil." Vincent gulped. "He might be trying to get back at me for his daughter."

"Might be? I don't blame him, i'd be pissed too." Scott scoffed. "And of course they all look like him. He's hunting Gil to get back at you."

"Thanks bro." Vincent huffed. "Do you have a profile on this Jack?"

"That's the thing bro. Jack's pretty much squeaky clean." Scott said. "Most the dude's ever gotten is a parking ticket."

"Great…." Vincent sighed.

"It's unlikely this Jack guy is your man." Scott said. "But. I'm not excluding anyone."

"He'd have a motive to be doing this." Vincent sighed. "But i guess you've found others that would too."

"Anyway, how would he know about Gil anyway? Not like you brought him along or Gil knew Angel or anything… did he?" Scott said.

"You know we've moved around a lot. It's possible that they could have ended up at the same school once." Vincent sighed.

"Dammit Vince you could have told me this. I could have moved Gil somewhere away where Jack or whoever couldn't track him." Scott sighed.

"How could i have known that this shit would happen!" Vincent huffed.

"Vince, a vengeful parent will go to a lot of extremes. You should know this. You should have thought to protect your kids first." Scott said.

"I have you know this! I've always taken more precautions towards the kiddo's than myself but i slipped up okay. I-i fucked up and now Gil's in danger okay! I know, i know." Vincent huffed weakly.

"Did you at least leave him a note if he did come home?" Scott sighed. Vincent froze a bit before sighing sadly.

"N-no i wasn't thinking…... " Vincent said weakly.

"Oh great… now he's somewhere out there wandering the streets thinking his family ditched him… dammit Vince." Scott sounded stressed.

"I-i'll go back and write a note for him j-just so if he hasn't gotten home he'll know." Vincent said worriedly.

"It's something." Scott sighed.

"I'll call you when i get back if you're not home by then." Vincent said.

"Alright." Scott said before hanging up.

"Sep." Vincent said standing up. Septhis looked up in response to his name.

"I'm going to step out for a bit. Don't answer the door to strangers alright. Call me if you need anything." Vincent said. Septhis nodded before looking back at tv. Vincent went out walking to his car.

"Please don't be too late." Vincent said softly. He quickly rushed out the door back to the car, starting it and driving back to the house in a hurry. He pulled up to the old familiar house as he quickly got out of the car and rushed up to the door fumbling a bit with the keys before opening the door. He could tell the house had been entered recently, as there was a bit of fresh mud on the doormat, Gilbert's incessant habit of wiping his feet before entering places. Vincent gulped hoping that Gilbert was home and that he wasn't too late. He first went upstairs, hoping Gilbert had simply gone straight to bed.

"Gil? Kiddo? Please be home." Vincent practically begged. No response. The silent house only made Vincent worry more as he came up to Gilbert's room opening the door.

"Gil?" Vincent said worriedly. The bed was neat as normal, and no one was in the shower. Vincent sighed worriedly as he walked down stairs already starting to feel hopeless. He checked the living room, surprised to see a small note on the table. He picked the note up curiously reading over it.

'Hey dad, since you guys are gone on whatever trip you two took, you probably won't read this. Or won't care to. Anyway, if you are, i'm not here.' The note started. Vincent frowned sadly.

'Anyway, i saw you guys packed up. I'm assuming you're coming back. I'm not going to squat long, don't worry. I'm just here to see if i'm still welcome in our little family. Clearly i am not, and if there's one thing i know, it's that i know when i'm no longer welcome.' The note continued.

"Gil." Vincent said already feeling guilty for not leaving a note earlier.

'Anyway, apparently i got attacked and a guy named Jack saved me after just talking to me in the park after i went to calm down. Or so the story goes. Honestly my brain is really fuzzy right now, but he assured me if i don't find anything i can just come with him.' The note said.

"S-so you've gone and run off with that asshole now huh Gil….. I'll find you i swear i won't let him hurt you." Vincent mumbled weakly

'I don't remember anything of this morning, must have been a really hard blow to the head. I don't want to trouble my friends or Uncle Scott, and Mom will probably just say there's nothing she can do, so this is the only real plan i've got…' The note trailed off.

Vincent shakily folded the note putting it in his pocket. On the back was a small ending for where he couldn't fit the last part.

'Anyway, wanted to say thanks for raising me, i really cared about you even if you apparently didn't for me. But i get it. I'm old enough, get out of the house, go live on your own, yada yada yada. So i guess this is goodbye.' The note finished.

"Gil i'm so sorry…. I really love you kiddo, i swear i'll find you." Vincent sniffled. Vincent shakily put the note away, already feeling tears drop. He shakily picked up the notebook.

"J-j-just in case r-right." Vincent sniffled starting to write a note so that if Gilbert did come back there'd be one this time.

" Gilbert i'm so sorry for not leaving a note the first time….. I wasn't thinking as i was… too worried about where you were and keeping Sep safe. We're crashing at Scott's cause i feel….. Like Jack has been watching this place….. If you do come back please, please come to Scott's we're worried sick about you….. And i think Jack is trying to get back at me for…. Angel his daughter, i want you safe i i can only hope you're safe… i really do love you kiddo… i miss you a lot… Sep misses you too…. Scott's worried as well working his ass off to find you…. Were worried about you and can only hope that your safe somewhere…. Love Vincent a.k.a Dad." Vincent wrote shakily as he was trying to hold back from just breaking down right there. He shakily put the notebook on the coffee table again before turning to go back to Scott's apartment. Vincent could feel the tears already starting to fall as he left. As he walked up to his car he wiped away the tears quickly getting in. On the dash was an old picture of him and the boys, they'd taken a waterpark vacation and in the photo him and Gilbert were sunburnt but wet and grinning with Septhis stubbornly pale but grinning and dry. It had always amused Vicent how Septhis had always managed to stay pale, no matter how much sun he'd gotten. Gilbert had been teaching Septhis how to swim that day, but Septhis had stubbornly refused to even set a toe in the water. It had taken Gilbert pretending to drown to get Septhis to leap in after him. Vincent had laughed when the two had started a splashing fight eventually dragging him into it. Eventually Gilbert just hid underwater till Septhis stopped. It had been a memory Vincent treasured because they had all had fun like a family. It had also been one of the few times Vincent had heard Gilbert genuinely laugh. It had made Vincent so happy to see Gilbert actually enjoying himself with family at that. It had been a good day overall, Gilbert had taught Septhis to swim, even dive a bit though Septhis complained of water in his eyes and Gilbert telling him to suck it up. They had all been exhausted when they got home from the pool that day. Gilbert's room had been repainted that morning, so him and Septhis had to share a bed, not that Gilbert cared. He'd been asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. It had brought a smile to Vincent when he left that night for work to see the two sleeping peacefully together. That whole week Gilbert slept in Septhis's room, and Septhis had actually slept peacefully for the first time that whole week. It was nice not having to tell Septhis that he needed to sleep and that the monsters he was seeing we're just in his head not really there. Gilbert had always been sort of Septhis's own sleeping buddy. His own sleeping aid, sending all the monsters away with his mere presence. It had always been rather endearing to Vincent, though an annoyance to Susan. It had always been something that him and Susan would bicker about. Susan insisting that Gilbert had his own room, and knew better than to sleep with things like toys, or in this case babies. While Vincent had insisted that it was to help Septhis and that some people need some kind of safety blanket to sleep. She'd just shook her head and called such things stupid and childish, and above Gilbert's refined ways. Vincent had tried to get her to see that it was fine and that everyone has their differences and that she should let Gilbert be Gilbert. She had merely scoffed him off saying she didn't raise a clingy, girly boy. Vincent had started to stop bickering with Susan about it and just telling Gilbert it was fine. Susan had always had a bit more influence though, and Gilbert had stopped, as he had with anything Susan considered girly. Along with drawing, toys, or books. Vincent had been saddened by Gilbert losing interest in those things and had kept his mouth shut not really wanting to fight with Susan over it. He'd slowly tried to reintroduce these things to him, but by that point he'd been too old, or so he claimed. He still hoped that maybe he could get him to go back to those things but backed off as he didn't want to control what Gilbert did or didn't want to do. Unlike Susan who was all too aware of her influence. That had always been something that conflicted Vincent, Gilbert was way too influenced by Susan maybe it was because that was his actual mother and Vincent was just a step dad or something else. Vincent had always sensed it was something much darker though. He didn't want Gilbert to turn out like his mother and tried to help get rid of that seed implanted but it was harder to do that thought. Gilbert was loyal, to a fault. Always had been. Vincent sighed as he drove back to Scott's apartment, the note found still heavy on his heart. He felt horrible for making Gilbert think he wasn't loved it ate away at him. He wished more than anything right now he could go out and find Gilbert, and reassure him he was loved, treasured even. But he had no leads to where this Jack guy was or where he was going with Gilbert. For all he knew Gilbert was sitting in a basement somewhere, waiting to be cut up. It worried him to no end. What bothered him the most was that he himself has made people worried like this but never intended to but this Jack guy was doing this purposefully, with some intent not clear. It both worried and angered Vincent that someone apparently decided he had to suffer this pain as well. Vincent huffed trying to remind himself he had nothing to go on and not to just drive off after this Jack, that Septhis needed him there and not to stress Scott even more. Before he could stress more his phone went off, Susan's surprisingly. Vincent was surprised to hear her calling and pulled into an empty parking lot, parking the car and pulling out his phone calling Susan back.

"Hello Vince." Susan said calmly.

"Ello Susan." Vincent said with a sigh.

"So. Gil, huh." Susan sighed.

Vincent sighed sadly. "Figured that is what you were calling about." Vincent said.

"I'm not looking to fight. Only to find out what happened to my baby boy." Susan said.

"I'm working on that right now Susan. Just it's tricky." Vincent said.

"Who took him." Susan grumbled.

"You can't go after him Susan. He might hurt Gil if he hasn't already if you do." Vincent warned.

"He wouldn't." Susan huffed.

"This man would. He doesn't want to get caught and he will do what he has to, to make sure of that." Vincent sighed.

"Where is he Vince." Susan huffed.

"I don't know." Vincent said sadly.

"So. What, you let him get away?" Susan scoffed.

"Hell no." Vincent huffed. "You don't understand the situation."

"Then make me." Susan scoffed.

Vincent sighed sadly feeling the guilt from before come back again. "Me and Gil had a disagreement earlier, he ran out of the house… i had to go to work and figured he'd just come back home. But he didn't." Vincent said already preparing for Susan's anger for letting Gilbert get taken away.

"You let this bastard take my son?" Susan scoffed.

"I wasn't there to do anything about it Susan. So i didn't let him." Vincent huffed trying to keep calm.

"So who is this bastard?" Susan growled.

"Jack Radyson." Vincent growled.

"Wait. Jack? As in kidnapper Jack?" Susan was suddenly fearful.

"Yeah." Vincent huffed.

"Vince you gotta find him! My boy cant… cant die…." Susan whimpered.

"I am trying to do that! I wouldn't let Gilbert die." Vincent said.

"Please don't. He's all i have... " Susan gulped.

"I'm doing what i can right now Susan. I'm trying everything i can to get him back safe and sound." Vincent sighed.

"Vince… do you think he's dead?" Susan worried.

"N-no he can't be. Gilbert is smart you know that. He wouldn't get himself killed this fast." Vincent said unsure but didn't want to worry Susan.

"I suppose…" Susan worried.

Vincent sighed before gulping. "Susan i- when we get any new information i'll call you and update you. How about that." Vincent said.

"O-Okay…" Susan sighed.

"Don't worry Susan i will get Gilbert home safe i swear. So let me do the worrying alright." Vincent sighed.

"How is he?" Susan asked awkwardly.

"How is who?" Vincent asked a bit surprised.

"Gil." Susan clarified.

"He's been doing well." Vincent sighed.

"Good… good. Sep too?" Susan sighed.

"He's doing well too. He's back at Scott's right now." Vincent sighed.

"Good…. What about you?" Susan said softly.

Vincent was taken by surprise by Susan's comment before chuckling softly. "I'm fine. Just trying to keep the boys safe. And keeping Scott from overworking, the normal." Vincent said.

"Scott's still alive, hmm? That's good. I always liked him. So polite." Susan chuckled softly. "Gil hasn't brought you trouble, has he? He's not big on feelings… gets that from me i guess…."

"Of course he's still alive he is stubborn enough to back talk death." Vincent chuckled. "Oh of course not, maybe a bit of back talk but that's nothing i can't handle."

"Backtalk? Hmpf. He knows better. Or at least should…" Susan sighed. "And here i was worried about girlfriends and late night sneaking out. At least it's just that….. Right?"

"As far as i know yes." Vincent sighed.

"As far as you know?" Susan said surprised.

"Have been working day shifts and night shift Susan, you know to pay for necessities. Many day's double shift. So i'm not home often so yes as far as i know he isn't sneaking out or seeing anyone." Vincent grumbled. Susan was quiet on the other side.

"Sorry." Susan mumbled. Vincent was shocked to hear Susan's comment.

"For?" Vincent said confused.

"Everything? Leaving? Not helping? Leaving you with the boys. And now this happens. Frankly it's my fault. If i'd been there i could have…. I don't know what i could have done…" Susan sighed.

"It's not your fault Susan. It's really my fault." Vincent sighed.

"But if i had i could have broken it up… it might have never happened in the first place…. And now my baby boy is gonna die because i was too stubborn to say sorry." Susan sighed.

"He won't die Susan." Vincent said calmly. "We'll get him home safe and sound. I swear."

"You truly believe that?" Susan said softly. "We'll really get Gil back home?"

"Of course." Vincent said.

"I miss you, you know…." Susan said.

"I miss you too…. Never thought you'd miss me." Vincent said surprised.

"Honestly? I haven't really moved on since. Even the other day i was going to ask you something till i remembered."Susan sighed.

"I guess i've been keeping myself preoccupied so i haven't really thought much. But it's really nice to hear you voice again." Vincent said softly.

"I guess you wouldn't have much reason to miss me anyway…. Must be nice not having to think on me though." Susan sighed.

"Keeping an eye on kids all day whether it be my own or other peoples, and then at night watch creepy animatronics you don't get much thinking time." Vincent sighed.

"Must be nice not having to then…." Susan said. "But for real…. I do miss you…. I mean if you want to give it another chance…. I understand if you don't but…"

"I guess i'm not really sure. I miss you too Susan." Vincent said before sighing sounding unsure. "Well you know what i'm like when i snap i just don't know, i scared you so much. I feel horrible for that."

"Well…. Why don't you think on it. Or not. Whichever you want. I understand." Susan sighed.

"I mean there's a lot going on right now. I just don't know Susan, i want to say yes but im not sure on how the boys would take it nor Scott." Vincent sighed.

"Well…. I have to go. Just… think on it. K?" Susan said. "I have to go… bye…." Susan said before hanging up.

Vincent sighed looking up at the night sky. He stared for a while before quickly going back to heading back to the apartment.