Author's Note: Alright, I know I said that there wouldn't be many author's notes, but to prevent some confusion, I thought it would be best if I started out with one. This chapter will be taking place from the perspective of three different characters. Character one will be normal text like this. Character two will be in bold text, while character three will be in italics.
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Katie finished the last nibbles of her pizza, still staring up at the two gargantuan characters before her. She first heard of Fredbear's in a newspaper ad in the comic section when she was six and, after a year of bugging her parents, she was finally there, and it was just as wonderful as she'd always hoped. Fred and Rita were singing all of her favorite songs, and the jokes they told were so funny, but she eventually grew kind of bored of them and looked around the diner. Other tables, balloons (It looked like one of the boys she saw on the playground was having a birthday party), potty rooms. Her eyes eventually fell on a Space Invaders arcade cabinet, and her eyes grew wide.
"Mommy, mommy, it's that game the kids on the playground were talking about!"
Katie's mom looked over at the machine and smiled. "How much does it cost to play?"
"It's only a quarter, Mommy! Can I have a quarter so I can play? Please?"
Her mom fished around her purse until she pulled out two shiny, new quarters. "Now, I want you to come back as soon as you're done, okay?"
"Okay, thanks Mommy." Katie responded quickly before bolting over to the machine. She was sad to see that there was a line, but her teacher always said she was the most patient kid in class, so she was more than fine waiting her turn. She waited patiently for the three kids in front of her to finish playing, and she got really excited when the kid before her got to level twelve! She started to walk up to the machine, but an older boy in a blue shirt came up to her.
"I'm gonna play. Beat it, squirt!"
"But I waited in line."
"Didn't you hear me? I said beat it!"
Katie started to get a little upset. "But I waited while three people played and now it's my turn?"
"I don't think you understand." The boy in blue pushed Katie to the side. She almost fell over, but caught herself the last second. "I said I'm going to play!"
"But..." Tears started to build up in her eyes. "...I waited..."
The boy in blue quit paying attention to her, and fed a quarter into the machine. Katie knew she was about to start crying, and she ran outside so nobody would see her. Sobbing, she threw open the door, sprinted over to the parking lot and began to bawl her eyes out. She sobbed and snotted and snorted until her throat was raw and her eyes were red before she looked up and saw someone in a purple shirt sitting in their car.
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He sat in his car, the radio pumping the latest Cheap Trick single, a cigarette clenched in his fist, thinking about the shift that was about to start. Last night, a little kid threw up on his shoes. He took a drag off his cigarette, angry at his job, thinking about every little thing that could go wrong, about how much he didn't like children. His train of thought was interrupted by the wailing of a child drawing nearer and nearer. He looked over and saw a little girl marching toward his car, crying, snot running down her disgusting little face.
"He didn't let me... he pushed me... I wanted to play..."
He grimaced as he flicked his cigarette out of the window and got out of his car, wiping the ashes off of his shirt.
"How can I help you?" He gritted through his teeth, trying to sound as cheery as possible.
"There was a boy and he pushed me and I wanted to play Space Invaders. I waited while three other kids played and he pushed me out of the way when it was my turn and it's... it's... not faaaaaiiiiirrr!"
The little girl started sobbing even harder, and he decided that he's had enough of this shit. He thought about lashing out and kicking the little girl right in her fucking face, but he decided against that. As much as he hated working at the diner, the pay wasn't too bad. Then an idea ran through his head... he smiled.
"Oh, did he now?" The man said, a grin flashing across his face. "Well, did you know that we have more than one Space Invaders game?"
"R... really?" The girl wiped the snot from her upper lip.
He grinned. "Sure! We keep it near the escape entrance in the back for the staff, but I can let you play it so that mean boy can't bully you. Just follow me, okay?"
"Okay, mister." She wiped the tears from her eyes and followed the man.
He grinned as he led the poor girl near the back entrance, where the dumpsters were. When they got to the entrance, he turned around and kneeled down to her level.
"What's your name, little girl?" The man said, his tone soft, but his face shifting toward a more serious expression.
"It's... it's Katie, sir..."
"Well Katie..." He put his hands on her shoulders "do you listen to your parents?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, did they ever tell you not to trust strangers?" His voice was rather spiteful, his hands slowly moved toward her throat.
"Y... yes..."
"See, that's the problem with you kids." His hands were now around her throat.
"You never..." his grip started to tighten.
"Fucking..." She tried to run away, but he threw her toward a wall, which her head collided with with a sickening thud.
"Listen!" He squeezed until her face went completely purple, and she stopped breathing, and held on for a while just to make sure that the job was done. He looked down at her face, tear tracks seemingly stained upon them, and he smiled. For so long, he wanted to teach one of those fucking kids a lesson, and he finally got his chance.
His smile soon faded, though. He never did think about how he'd dispose of the body. His eyes darted around until they finally fell upon the dumpsters. He threw the top open and dumped Katie's corpse inside of it, before ripping open a few bags and dumping the contents on top of her, in hopes to hide her body. He got up, looked around to see if anyone had seen him, and nonchalantly walked inside of the building.
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Charlie sat in the office and stared at the calender. November 13th, 1978. He heard the police men talking in the background, but none of it really registered. He was in a state of absolute shock. He heard that a child had gone missing around 5 that evening, and he assumed that she just wandered somewhere she wasn't supposed to go. He never dreamed that something like this could happen... Fredbear's was a safe place. The staff did a good job of making sure the kids didn't wander off, especially not outside, not without their parents. And now... they found her in the dumpster at seven that night. Her name was Katie... god, the look on her parents faces when they heard the news.
He was eventually brought back into reality when the police men left the room and it was just the owners and the staff left. Charlie looked around the room. With the exception of a few people crying, it was so quiet in that office. Everyone was saddened by the event, but the three that took it the hardest were the family that owned the diner. Walter had tears gently rolling down his face, his wife standing behind him, doing her best to comfort him. However, Wayne was sobbing in a chair in the corner. Charlie and Wayne had got along pretty well, and he was usually so aloof... he never thought that blond haired kid like that, ever. Then again, he never dreamed something like this could ever happen...
The silence was broken when Walter cleared his throat, immediately causing all eyes to point at him. He looked up, tears still falling down his cheeks, and he began to speak.
"We're going to be closed for a few days." He spoke, softly yet full of sorrow. "In that time, the police will be doing a full investigation of the diner and the surrounding area to see if they can find anything. There will also be some changes taking place. I realize that we've built a wonderful place for kids, but we have nothing and nobody to keep the children safe. I hoped that we would be able to protect them just fine, but... I was wrong."
He hung his head, letting out a gentle sob. Joyce rubbed his back and whispered a few things in his ear before he lifted his head back up and continued to speak. His voice shook with the weight of emotion.
"I do not think that any of you are responsible for this. However, if any of you have any information on what's happened, then I beg that you talk to the authorities. They'll be working hard to know what happened... I'll be doing everything in my power to help them. This is our diner, this was our responsibility..." His voice started to rise at the last sentence, but he quickly realized he was starting to yell, and he took a deep breath.
"We should be open again on Monday. If you decide you need an extra day or two to mourn, to collect yourselves, I fully understand."
Walter got up walked out of the office. As soon as the door shut, a violent sobbing emerged from the hallway.