Reviewing the tapes didn't give much information as to whom the murderer was, but it did assure me that the killer wore the Fazbear employee uniform, so either worked there, or had access to the uniform.
At around 1pm two days beforehand, the employee started talking to each of the kids, having short conversations with them, or at least that's what I could tell. It was the day shift at this point, and one could clearly see that the animatronics were eyeing him suspiciously, but didn't act upon him. Later that day, the day before the murders, at around 10pm, he lead them from the front of the building, wearing the very suit given to me. He allowed the children into the building, and the next time I saw him, he was in the hall without the suit, but the children having blindfolds over their eyes, holding each others hand before being lead behind the camera, where the back room was, and what was to be a brutal murder. Unfortunately, the cap he wore covered his eyes for a majority of the time, and when I could see them, he was too far away to be identified. Once he had left the building, blood staining his clothes and a dripping knife in his hand, the camera feed broke down to static and ended. The time in reality for me was 5:43am, and to start said morning, I vomited into the nearest bin. Seeing the aftermath, the victims, of homicide or manslaughter were bearable, able to be handled, but watching it occur, or even the suggestion of it occur before ones own eyes is much different - especially when you wear the killer's suit itself without even realising. I got up, picked up my flashlight again and made my way to the entrance, finding the animatronics begin 'waking up', as it were. I left the pizzeria with a shadowed, disgusted frown that night, and immediately contacted the owner of the establishment. I can't exactly recall the conversation, so here is a somewhat accurate recollection of it:
"You fucking bastard. You gave me that suit, knowing full well what it was used for."
"Nice to see you too Mr Fitzgerald. I take it you had a smooth Night?"
"Cut the crap you lousy moneygrabber. The killer was either one of your employees, or someone who had access to their uniform. Did one of the uniforms go missing one night, or you had an extra employee come In?"
"..."
"I have a right mind to arrest you on suspicion of murder or at the very least have you incarcerated for withholding evidence. So, I highly suggest you comply, unless you'd prefer to handle this face to face."
There were a few more moments of silence before he grumbled and spat out an uneventful response:
"No, every employee was there, there were no extras during the day. The night, however, I can't be certain. You'd have to ask Dave."
"Dave who? You do realise how common that name can be, right?"
"Dave Schmidt. Not that hard to find, he comes every day, his son visiting too, maybe you could interrogate them both... Hehe..."
He hung up after the remark, leaving my frustration to myself. Later, I think at around 3pm, I went back to the restaurant, which was somehow unharmed by the recent events, and looked for one David Schmidt. Surely enough, he was the one who gave me the suit the night before. He stood by the soloist's stage, I recall some other employees calling it the 'Kid's Cove', beside the steps up to it, like some kind of bouncer. He gave a quick wave upon seeing me approach, though quickly diverting his eyes to the customers who I assumed were staring the my uniform, being a full business suit which I had forgotten to change out of.
"David Schmidt?" he gave a light nod "Last night -" I gave a quick glance at the mass of children and adults nearby, "-actually, can we take this to the office?"
Upon completing our slalom around the packed tables and hallway, we both sat down and I focused on the suit which I had previously left behind. "As you could probably tell, I have a few questions for you."
"Just get on with it, that animatronic isn't going to stay on stage for long before kids begin tearing her up."
Though I was a little surprised at his response, I kept my composure and went straight for information on the suit itself;
"Last night, you retrieved this suit, Yes? Where did you find It?"
"Slumped over a table in the main hall. The restaurant was closed yesterday, so I assumed it wasn't moved by a kid or family. Do you think someone else was here? I've heard rumors, y'know... About kids being killed? Is that true?"
I opened my mouth slightly to say something, but instead gave a light cough and a stare at the table. "Well?!"
I looked up at him before continuing, "Yes. That's why I'm here, but I need you to keep quiet. That suit you gave Me? That One? It was used to... Lure them here at night, after hours if the place was open. I would tell you more, but all I can say for now is to keep an eye out, particularly for your son. Now. I'd like you to tell me if there is an employee here who, by any chance, could have access to this place after hours?"
"No one. There are six of us here, and the only people who have access after hours are you and me."
"Anyone acting suspicious? Nervous, jumpy?"
"Mmm... Nope."
"Alright. What were you doing three days ago, Mr Schmidt?"
"Where I usually am whilst at work, at the Cove. Otherwise, I'm at home or elsewhere."
"Doing what?"
"Family things. PERSONAL things."
"Fine. As of right now, I don't have anything else to ask. But, I do request some method of contact to you. I might have something else to say, if that is Alright?"
"Fine. Just finish as fast as possible, I don't want to lose this job again."
At that, I scribbled down his telephone number before David shoved past me and made his way down the hall, slightly more irritated than before. I made a few more notes in my notebook, gave a glance at the suit, and left for some pizza - for once in a long time, I needed a break.
Whilst sitting at the table, I saw my coworker enter the restaurant holding a duffle bag. I beckoned him over, asking what was in the bag;
"Uh... This? Well, you see it's just a-a.. Well, it's a uniform."
"Really..? Who for? WHAT for?"
"It's for the pizzeria employees here... And I got it for you, actually. You need to look the part, y'know?"
"Hm... Alright, where exactly were you three days ago? I know you weren't at work."
"Coffee break."
"With no one else? Okay... Do you know what happened to the Kids' bodies?"
"Weren't they, uh, taken.. Down? Sorry, I don't know."
I held the bridge of my nose; he seemed clueless. I took the bag and told him to leave the case, considering he'd just take time off and not get himself notified of anything. Alone on the case again, I drew up a list of people who could have been the murderer:
- David Schmidt
- Fazbear Entertainment's manager
- Coworker (God damn it, still can't remember his name..)
Not many, but there were still some who I didn't have access to at the time, I was rather restricted.
That night, I put empty cassettes into the cameras and stayed in the office, as to prevent any disruption. I wore the uniform I was given, and moved the other suit to the back room, which had an eerie silence to it. Of course, the animatronics were still, but not for too long. I checked out the second call David left me, which now described of unusual events starring the animatronics and an empty, yellow suit. A child had been found dead, though investigators left the case after a while, though the place was to be shut down nonetheless... I brought back memories of the first murder, which likely caused the shutting down of the old location, as it seemed - I didn't notice, having other matters in my hand at the time. Of course, the call updated me on how to work at this place, as if it were that difficult, and mentioned that, should the animatronics be left on free roaming mode at night, the suit given is to be worn at all times, as to prevent misidentification between employees and wanted felons. I supposed that factor would help, so took a quick note of it before checking out the live feed. I restricted the camera to the stage, prize corner and Kid's Cove as once live feed to a camera was enabled, it stopped recording, which was bad news for me. Therefore, I relied heavily on sound - particularly of those which were recognised as the animatronics leaving the Parts room, heading right for my office, as it seemed...
