After a lot of cursing, praying to various religious idols, and seriously just hoping no one was killed; Riley got us to the old pizzeria and up to the front door. The police had left the previous day having done their investigating and closing off the place. Still, it was remotely easy getting in. Riley, like some damn thief, brought a crowbar and several lockpicks. She tried a few different ones on the lock until the door made a loud and eerie creak.

"It's open!" she chimed before pulling down on the handle and shoving the door open. It creaked loudly as if the building were already falling apart. Even the interior looked run down more than it should have for only being closed five days. "Let's go! I'll show you around the place."

"We're here to look for clues, Riley. No messing around."

"Aaaw… You're no fun, Mikey." She went prancing into the building and vanished into the dark.

I ran my fingers along the walls as I made my way within. The inside felt strange. It felt… very empty. Compared to the weight of the air I'd felt when I first saw the spirit of that boy in the guard house, this felt so empty that if I closed my eyes I'd of never been able to guess I was inside. Really it was a lot more complicated to describe than that. More like the feeling of a house with all the furniture removed. I half expected that voice in my head to mention the place but all was quiet.

I found my way from the lobby to the main room. It was styled much the same as the memories of the previous business – long, white tables spotted the room and a large portion of the floor stood clear in front of the stage. The stage seemed not in its best condition. A large hole had been broken into the center. I dared not wonder what had done that and continued on. Over to the left of the stage hung some purple curtains with stars… just like my previous nightmare. I made an effort to avoid that.

Riley poked her head out from around a corner. "This way, Mikey!" Then she was gone leaving me to catch up.

Around the corner, I screamed and fell on my ass when she jumped out at me. "FUCK Riley! I about shit myself!"

She laughed. "Scared you! Ha! But seriously, come on!" And she ran off down the long hall and around another corner.

More hesitantly this time, I went after her.

At the end of the hall was a large room. Riley sat in the one chair in the room messing around with the broken equipment. Small screens sat on a metal table, most of them broken in or screen cracked. Ripped pictures covered the wall completely. The window across from where I entered had been broken in and the chair that had done the job still hung in the opening.

"Stop touching it," I scolded my friend as she kept poking around at things.

"Why? Cops already took whatever evidence they needed. This is all junk." She grabbed up a sticky note from under a keyboard that didn't seem to go to anything on the table. "Oh? I found a phone number. SCORE!"

"SHH! Keep it down…!"

"Really, Mikey? No one is here." She showed me the slip of paper. "And I got a number! Maybe it was the guard's number." Riley got out her phone and dialed it up.

I sighed, leaving the room out the opposite door. I came up to a door and opened it only to be disappointed when it was a supply closet. I kept going down the hall, jumping when I came out next to the purple curtains. Seeing it was empty inside I let out another sigh. "Stupid Mikey… This place is empty."

Then a chill ran up my spine.

I heard music playing.

It was a high tone running up and down like a lullaby before it cut out. Thinking it had moved I walked around the main room listening to every little thing. I never heard it again. Turning back I spotted Riley just coming from the office. "Did you hear that?" I called.

She looked up at me. "What?"

"Music. I heard a lullaby."

Riley's features lit up. "Oh oh!" and she pulled up her phone and pushed a few things.

Moments passed… and the music started up again. "That!" I yelled while frantically trying to find where it came from.

"The phone!" she pointed out with excitement. "It's the phone ringing! Find it!"

We split up in search of the phone. Thankfully she took the curtained stage where as I headed up to the stage with the hole. Maybe it had fallen down there.

I climbed up but the music stopped. It was another moment before Riley called it again and I continued searching. My senses stretched out straining for a grasp on the direction of the notes. Not paying attention I stepped off the stage landing on my bad leg. "Ah-!" I fell over catching myself on the stage before I could hit the ground. "Fffffff…"

"You okay?" Riley had come up to me.

"Yeah… Stupid leg." I paused, staring at the ground.

Below.

I didn't need to think twice about that. "Is there a downstairs?" The question came out before I could really think.

The redhead laughed. "If there was then that hole on the stage would go down to it."

"Well it didn't. We need to get downstairs."

She was quiet a moment. "I… I don't think there is a downstairs, Mikey."

"There is. I know there is." He knows there is. I stood straight then. I could almost see what I was looking for but… it was blurry; covered in static. Something was blocking what I could clearly picture. "It's in the basement. It's down there."

Riley shook her head. "I've come here enough and been in almost every room in this place, and I know I said there are some hidden places in here, but I can assure you there is no basement." She helped me stand and I pushed her help away when I no longer needed it. "Come on, the vent I was telling you about is this way."

"Not the vent." I walked away from the stage and to the first door I got to. It opened with a loud pop, like the door had been stuck. "The basement. There is a basement, Riley. I know it."

"How?" She followed me into the room.

It was filled with the heads of those robots. Most of them were broken and on the floor but one stuck out to me. A yellow one. I stepped over to it picking up the mask and feeling a tremor pass over me. I threw the chicken head aside and began searching.

"Mikey, there is nothing in here." Riley grabbed up the mask I'd thrown and hugged it. "Cute little chicken! I'm keeping this by the way." She tucked it under her arm, returning her attention to me. "It's just a room to fix the animatronics. Come on, let's go look in the vents."

"NO! It's here!" I shoved the table, failing to move it so got under to flip it, but then I stopped. "I found it."

"The phone?" Riley dropped to the floor, mask long forgotten as she joined me under the table.

I shook my head and pointed to the one tile on the floor with a handle. "The door to the basement."

*****Author's Notes*****

OKAY! 5ive here. I just wanted to say thanks to all the people who are favoriting and following this! Kinda didn't think anyone would jump into this and actually enjoy it apart from my Kouhai. Seriously, it means a lot.

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