Chapter 13

The sound of children laughing and adults chatting surrounded me as I sat in the somewhat uncomfortable wooden chair. My head was propped up by my hand as I lay my elbow on the table, staring up at the stage. Freddy and the gang were up there playing their usual song.

'Ugh… this is so boring...' I thought as I yawned, my gaze drifting over to the powered down fox animatronic to my left. 'If only the old captain were up right now.'

They always powered down Foxy whenever the trio were up on the stage. I assumed it was so that the children would pay more attention to Freddy and the others.

I then felt someone nudge my shoulder. "You falling asleep Mikey?"

I looked to my right to see the face of my sister smiling over at me. I lifted my head up and shook it while stretching.

"No, just bored…" I replied as I yawned once again.

My sister rolled her eyes. "How could you be bored? Bonnie's up on stage!" She said with a giddy tone.

I sighed. "I'd rather see the captain." I mumbled.

Sarah punched my lightly on the shoulder. "Come on Mikey… just because your eleven doesn't mean you can't have fun here!" She replied.

I rolled my eyes. "Well I'm not eight anymore…" I pointed out.

"Still… you can at least try to have fun." Sarah mumbled and gained a pouting face.

I stared over at my sister as she pouted and I realized that she just wanted me to have fun, like old times in the pizzeria.

I sighed and brought my head up off my hand. "Alright Sarah, I'll try." I replied, blinking my eyes to try and wake up a bit.

Sarah's face brightened as she smiled. "Good! Now come on let's go play!" She announced and grabbed my arm.

Sarah then dragged me down from my chair and pulled me towards the stage. But, before we reached the stage I caught a glimpse of the fronts desk. I noticed that there seemed to be two adults there, one had a very concerned look on his face as he stared at the receptionist while the other was in tears.

I hadn't seen an adult cry before, sure I had seen many children cry due to hurting themselves or not getting what they want, but seeing an adult cry made me feel… weird.

'What's going on up there?' I thought as I stared up at them

Though I didn't have time to ponder on that thought because Sarah pulled me forward again, I almost lost my footing due to the strength of the pull but I quickly regained it.

Sarah then stopped in front of the stage and let go of my arm as she stared up at the animatronics.

"Go Bonnie!" She cheered as she raised her hand in the air.

I smiled and rolled my eyes at my sister's behavior. She would always admire Bonnie just about every time we were here. My gaze drifted over to the brown animatronic bear, Freddy.

'The star of the show…' I thought as I stared up at him.

But as I observed the bear, I noticed something peculiar about his left leg. I saw a small patch of what looked to be a dried red liquid. I noticed that the liquid looked to be the same thing that would pour out of my body whenever I got a bad cut.

'What did Dad say it was?' I wondered. 'Blood?'

I stared up at the bear a bit confused.

'Did Freddy get hurt?' My naïve mind thought.

"Mike! Sarah! Its time to go!" My mother's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked over to see her near the exit of the dining area. My dad and her were staring over at us and patiently waiting.

"One minute Mom!" Sarah shouted as she turned to me with bright and happy expression. "Come on Mike! Lets say goodbye to the Captain!"

She then grabbed my arm and dragged me over towards Pirate Cove.

"We'll wait for you two out in the lobby!" Our mom shouted behind us.

Sarah turned to me as she continued to pull me towards Pirate Cove.

"We'll say goodbye to Bonnie and the gang on our way out!" She stated with an excited smile.

We then stopped at Pirate Cove and Sarah started to wave at the captain.

"Bye Foxy!" She shouted happily.

I simply sighed and crossed my arms, waiting for my sister to be done with her little charade. I then felt her nudge my shoulder.

"Say goodbye Mikey!" She enthused.

I rolled my eyes and gave a small wave to the pirate.

"See yah Foxy…" I said somewhat unenthusiastically.

I then noticed a little movement from Foxy's right arm. I raised an eyebrow and stared over at it. It was twitching a bit and I could of sworn it started to rise a bit in our direction.

'Wh-what?' I thought as my eyes widened a bit.

"Hey kids!" An unfamiliar voice shouted, making me jump.

I looked to see that there was a Golden animatronic bear that looked very similar to Freddy standing a little ways away from us. I noticed that his eyeholes didn't have large eyes but that there were two smaller eyes occupied the spot. There also seemed to be skin around those eyes, which made me a bit anxious.

"You kids having fun!" The bear asked in a cheery voice.

Sarah nodded. "Yeah!" She shouted.

"Good!" The bear replied he then knelt down and put his hands on his knees, staring at Sarah. "Aren't Freddy and the gang the best!?"

Sarah nodded yet again as she giggled.

The bear leaned down closer. "You know… I could introduce you two to the gang." He said in a bit of a hushed tone.

Sarah put her hands together. "Really!?" She asked in a very excited tone.

"Yep! Just follow me back stage and I can introduce you to all four of them!" He announced.

Sarah looked back at me with a smile stretching from ear to ear.

"Did you hear that Mike!? We can talk to Freddy and the gang!" She shouted happily.

I raised my eyebrow. The whole thing didn't seem right to me. I had never seen this animatronic before and even though he acted all happy and friendly, I sensed something sinister from him.

"I'm not sure about this Sarah…" I replied, giving the golden bear a bit of an uneasy look.

"But Miiiiike… We get to talk to Freddy and the gang!" Sarah squealed.

"Yeah but-" I started but I was cut off by the animatronic.

"Hurry up kids! If we go now then I can take you to the gang before you have to leave!" The bear announced. He then turned around and looked back at us. "Follow me!"

"Come on Mike!" Sarah said gleefully as she grabbed my arm.

She then pulled me along for the ride as the golden bear led us towards backstage. I stared up at the bear as we walked. I noticed he seemed to be a bit rusted and loo somewhat old. His broken appearance made me even more uneasy.

"Sarah I don't think this is such a good idea." I whispered.

Sarah looked back to me. "Don't be such a baby Mikey, we're gonna see the whole crew!" Sarah pointed out.

"I know but-" I started but the bear cut me off yet again.

"Here we are kids!" He announced as he stopped by the door to backstage. "Freddy and the gang will meet us back here! So just come on in and wait!"

He opened the door to back stage and walked in, propping the door open for us as he did so. Sarah was about to follow but I grabbed her arm.

"Sarah something isn't right here." I stated.

Sarah turned to look at me. "What's wrong Mikey? We're just going to meet Freddy and the others." She replied.

"Sarah-" I started but was cut off by the animatronic for a third time.

"You coming kids?" He asked and I looked up to see him holding the door open while staring down at us.

I was about to reply when something in the room caught my eye. On the floor in the back of the room there laid a girl unmoving in a puddle of red liquid.

'B-blood?' I thought as my eyes widened and my heart stopped. I let go of Sarah's arm and back peddled, my heart rate increasing. The bear caught on to this and his head darted over towards the motionless body.

"Mike?" Sarah asked.

My jaw moved up and down but no words came out. It became hard to breath as sweat started to form on my forehead. The bear looked back to me, his eyes wide and I assumed he caught on to what I saw.

The bear then stepped forward towards my sister and in one quick motion put his hand on her mouth and wrapped his other arm around her. He then pulled her inside the room and that was when my mind snapped.

Filled with horror and panic I quickly turned around and bolted towards the lobby. But as I did so my eye caught the sight of Freddy up on stage. I quickly jumped back thinking that Freddy may also be out to get me. I then scrambled away from him and ran straight to the hallway where the bathrooms were.

I turned the corner and bolted into the bathrooms, screeching to a halt by the first open stall. I then entered the stall and slammed the door shut, locking it in the process. I jumped up on top of the toilet and held my legs close to my body, trembling.

I sit in that fetal position as my eyes filled with tears. The tears streamed down my cheeks as I sniffled, trying to process what just happened. But each time I saw the bear reaching for my sister I felt complete and utter fear. So I sat there, crying while glued to the toilet seat, unable to move out of cowardice and horror.

I don't know how much time had passed, but after a long while of silence I heard the familiar voice of my dad echo throughout the room

"Mike?" He called out. "You in here?"

I froze, my fragile mind trying to process who it was and why they were looking for me.

"Mike?" He called out again.

My mind finally decided to accept that this was my dad. I swallowed, my dry throat parched due to my tears.

"D-dad?" I asked, my voice cracking due to my throat.

"Mike?" He called out again and I heard footsteps outside my stall.

The stall then opened as my dad peered into the stall. When he saw me his eyes widened and he knelt down.

"Mike!" He shouted in distress.

He then brought me into a hug, holding me tightly. Fresh tears streamed down my face as I returned the hug and felt the comfort of my father's arms. I bawled out, still trying to process all that had happened.

"Its okay son…" My dad soothed. "I'm here…"

He then pulled back a bit and looked at me.

"Where's your sister?" He asked.

My face twisted into on of sorrow and fear.

"S-she… s-she was taken-n! B-by a-a g-golden m-monster!" I choked out. "A-and i-its all m-my fault!"

I then hugged my dad tightly and put my head on his shoulder, bawling out yet again.

"I-I'm sorry d-dad!" I sobbed. "I-I'm s-so s-sorry!"

My dad wrapped his arms around me and put his hand on the back of my head, rubbing it softly.

"Its alright son... it wasn't your fault" He soothed.

We continued to hold the embrace, my mind filled with agony and regret.

'I'm sorry Sarah… I'm so, so sorry…'

Real world

'Ugh…' I thought as I slowly lifted my head. 'Why'd I have to have that dream?' My head pounded and I brought my hand up to it in an attempt soothe the pain.

I slowly rose from my slumber and held my head in both hands, trying to recall what had happened the night prior.

I slowly opened my eyes, the world around me blurred as my head continued to pound. It took a minute for my vision to correct itself, but when it did I observed that I seemed to be in Mr. Fazebear's office. My headache began to fade and I took my hand off my head.

I then looked to my right to see that Mr. Fazebear was sitting at his desk filling out some paper work. I had also noticed that I had been laid out on the floor of the office with a folded up table spread as my pillow.

"I see you're awake Mr. Schmidt." Fazebear spoke and I looked over to him.

He had his hands folded on his desk as he stared down at me.

I rubbed my temple. "Yeah… did you place me down here?" I asked.

Fazebear nodded. "Yes, I saw you laying on the floor in the dining area. Since you were unconscious I thought it would be polite to give you a better place to sleep in."

I gave him a bit of a skeptical look. "Thanks but… why didn't you bring me to the hospital?" I asked.

"There was no need, Mrs. Gerald has had experience in the medical field, she stated that there was no serious damage." Fazebear claimed as he went back to doing paperwork.

I gave him a bit of a glare. "There has to be more to it than that…" I growled.

Fazbear looked up to me and stared for a moment, before he stood up from his chair. He then leaned down and opened a drawer in his desk.

"You're quite clever Mr. Schmidt." He stated as he rummaged through his desk. "The other reason I kept you here was because I wanted to have a private chat with you, which would have been impossible if you were in the hospital."

He then pulled something out of the drawer and shut it. "Not to mention you may have been kept in the hospital for quite some time, and unable to finish what you started here."

Fazbear lifted up a card and a VHS tape. "Remember these?" He asked.

I recognized them to be the business card of the detective that had investigated this place, and the VHS tape of the security camera's footage, both of which I had stolen.

I cursed under my breath and stood up, glaring at Fazebear.

"Yes." I replied through gritted teeth.

Fazebear snorted, seeming a bit irritated. "May I ask why I found them in your pockets and not in my desk?" He asked.

"Because I want to know what the hell happened here." I stated advancing towards him a bit.

Fazebear gave me a stern look. "Mr. Schmidt you must cease this search for answers, you cannot know what he doesn't want you to know."

I clenched my fists and narrowed my eyes. "I don't give a damn what the bear wants! I'm going to get answers whether he likes it or not!" I shouted angrily.

Fazebear was about to retort, when he shut his mouth and sighed. He then looked back up at me with a bit of a glare.

"Mr. Schmidt you must stop being so irresponsible! There are lives on the line here!" He replied with a hostile tone.

I gritted my teeth. "Exactly! And I'm the only one who can stop this damn bear from killing more people! I need every damn edge I can get!" I shouted, giving him a fierce glare. "You're the one holding me back."

"I am not your enemy Schmidt!" Fazebear bellowed, gaining a glare of his own. "I would give you answers if I could but that bastard would kill a lot of innocents people!"

I sighed, knowing I was getting nowhere with him. "God dammit Fazebear! You can't live in fear of this asshole! At some point we have to stand and fight!" I shouted.

"I've TRIED!" Fazebear shouted. "That's how the bite of 87 happened! I tried to have the animatronics scrapped and buy new ones but he showed me what he could do if I disobeyed him!"

I was a bit shocked to see that Fazebear had a couple tears streaming down his cheeks. Fazebear then sat down in his chair and placed his hand on his head.

"I never wanted to keep anything from you… I never wanted to hire you… but he forced my hand… and he's forced me to send so many others to their deaths." Fazebear explained in a soft voice.

The room was silent for a long while, neither Fazebear or I knew what to say next. But I was the one to speak up.

"I'm sorry Fazebear… I just…" I trailed off, sighing. "I need to stop him, and I can't do that without knowing how to stop him." I explained.

I then swallowed my pride. "So… please Fazebear, you've got to help me." I pleaded.

Fazebear was silent for a moment before he stood up.

"I can't tell you anything… but that doesn't mean the detective can't." He spoke as he opened a drawer and pulled a slip of paper out of it.

He then walked up to me and handed me the paper. "This is his address, I'm sure you can take it from here." He explained.

I took the slip and read the address. I then slipped it into my pocket and looked up at Fazebear, nodding to him.

Fazebear then gave me one last stern look. "Just be sure not to do anything rash… you still need to be here tonight for the last time." Fazebear cautioned.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Yeah, yeah…" I muttered as I turned around and walked to the office door.

"Good luck Mr. Schmidt." Fazebear said as I opened the door.

"Thanks…" I muttered as I walked out the door and shut it behind me.

Mark Douglas' House 1 p. m.

I stood in front of a medium sized house; it was painted white with two stories and a decent amount of windows. Sure it wasn't anything too special but it was sure as hell nicer than my apartment.

I was a bit nervous to step inside. I mean sure I wanted answers, but this guy was a cop. You don't just walk up to a cop and ask him about a classified case without him asking how you knew about it. And technically I broke into my boss's office to find out about it, which could place my ass in jail.

'How the hell do I do this?' I thought as I stared at the house. 'Can I really just go up and ask him?' I looked down in thought. 'I mean he's probably not going to be too willing to talk about classified murders of children.'

I pondered on the subject for a long while until I thought. 'Oh screw it.'

I exhaled and walked up to the door of the house. I then bawled my hand into a fist and rapped it on the wooden door.

"Be right there!" A feminine voice shouted from inside the house.

After a little bit I heard footsteps travel up to the door and it creaked open. A young woman stood in the doorway giving me a bit of a skeptical look. She had only opened the door halfway and was standing in the gap.

"Um, can I help you?" She asked, seeming a bit fearful of me.

I nodded. "Um yeah… I just need to talk to Mark Douglas. Is he home?" I asked.

She nodded, squinting her eyes at me. "Um, yeah… my dad's here." She leaned her head back and yelled. "Dad! Someone's here to see you!"

There was a bit of a pause before another voice shouted.

"I'll be there in a minute!"

The woman then turned her head back to me. "He'll be here soon." She explained.

I nodded and put my hands in my pockets, feeling a bit awkward with my current situation. I noticed that the woman was giving me a skeptical look as well as seeming a bit uneasy. I then realized that I was still wearing my work clothes.

"Um… I'm not a cop if that's what you're thinking." I spoke up, trying to calm the woman a bit.

"I know, I'm just curious on why a security guard wants to talk to my dad." She replied.

"He's not in trouble if that's what you're thinking." I explained.

She nodded. "I didn't think he was."

I was about to reply when another voice interrupted us.

"Who's at the door?" The same gruff voice from before sounded from inside the house, sounding much closer now.

The woman then looked into the house. "It's a security guard, he wants to talk to you." She explained.

"A security guard?" The voice questioned.

The woman then walked away from the door and the face of a middle-aged man appeared in the door, who I assumed to be Mark. He had greyish brown hair along with a trimmed beard and brown eyes. He closed the door a bit and had it so I could only see his face and part of his torso.

"What do you want?" He asked, giving me a bit of a cold look.

"Erm… well, I'm here to ask about a case that you had about ten tears ago." I explained.

"What case?" He asked, his gaze becoming ice cold.

My eyes kept drifting around as I found it difficult to look him in the eye.

"The… Freddy Fazebear case." I specified.

Mark glared. "I can't help you with that." He stated as he began to shut the door.

I stepped forward and placed my hand on the door, stopping him from closing it.

"Wait please, I need to know." I insisted.

"Son you do not want to know what happened in that god forsaken place." Mark stated as he began to push his weight against the door in order to close it.

But I kept it open. "I'm not taking no for an answer." I replied in a bit of a hostile tone.

Mark stopped pushing on the door and remained silent. But after a minute or two he spoke up yet again.

"Let me see your ID." He said in a hushed tone.

I raised an eyebrow. "What?" I asked.

"You're ID." He stated again, raising his voice.

I was somewhat suspicious at first until I reluctantly took out my ID and gave it to him. He took it with one hand and squinted his eyes, inspecting it. His eyes widened a bit and he looked up at me.

"You work at that place?" He asked.

I nodded in response.

He then handed me my ID back. "Quit that job while your still breathing son." He replied as he began to shut the door.

"I can't." I said quickly.

He stopped and opened the door up again, giving me a questioning look.

"Why not?" Mark asked.

I opened my mouth to reply but ended up shutting it.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I explained looking down a bit.

"Try me." He replied.

I looked up to see he had a serious look on his face. I stared at him for a bit, trying to think of what I'd say, until I shook my head and sighed.

"A golden animatronic has my sister…" I explained.

Mark's eyes widened a bit and there was a long silence. I was bracing myself for his inevitable retort, most likely calling me crazy and or yelling at me to get off his property.

"Follow me." He stated as he opened the door.

I was stunned by his sudden change of attitude but kept my composure. I hesitantly walked inside the house and Mark took the lead.

"Allison I'll be upstairs if you need me." He said as he walked up the stairs right behind the door.

"Okay!" She shouted back.

I followed the detective up the stairs, still curious to why he had let me in. When we had reached the top of the stairs he took a right and lead me to a door at the end of the hall. He then opened the door and walked inside, motioning for me to follow. I did as he asked and entered the room.

It was a somewhat small room with filing cabinets placed up against most of the walls along with a small desk in the middle of it. The desk had a little lamp placed on it, along with dozens of papers littered upon the surface.

'This place is a bit of a dump…' I thought as I peered around the room.

Mark shut the door behind us and walked over to the wall of filing cabinets. He then began to examine them, presumably searching for the correct one.

"Let me get the case files that I filled out…" He said as he continued to search through them.

I raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't those be stored in some police station?" I asked.

"Yes." He said as he opened a drawer and began to flip through the files.

"Then… why aren't they?" I asked as Mark pulled out a folder.

"Because…" He said as he walked over to me and pulled something out of the folder. He then slapped a picture down on the desk in front of me. "… he wouldn't let me share my findings."

I looked down at the picture to see that it was none other than the damn golden bear depicted in it. I glared at the picture, feeling a bit rage and frustration rise in the back of my mind.

"So the bastard got to you too eh?" I asked as I continued to stare at the picture.

"Unfortunately yes." He replied. "The golden devil kept me from reporting any of my findings."

"Let me guess…" I said as I looked up at him. "He threatened to kill children if he didn't get his way?"

The detective was a bit surprised by my words and nodded.

"Yes… he did." He replied as he sat down in his chair. "I'm assuming he did the same to you as well?"

"Not exactly…" I explained.

The detective gave me a questioning look, presumably wanting to know more.

"Look, I'll tell you about it if you tell me all that you know about what happened there." I stated.

He nodded. "Fair enough." He replied as he took a couple papers out and examined them. "First off, when we had tracked down the killer of the children, we questioned him thoroughly. He had explained some details of the murder but even with our best tactics the man never revealed where he had hidden the bodies, claiming that he himself did not know where the bodies were." He explained.

I was somewhat puzzled by his explanation. 'Why would the murderer claim that he had no idea where the bodies were?' I thought.

Mr. Douglas then flipped through the papers a bit. "Then I was instructed to investigate the pizzeria. When I had arrived at the building though Mr. Fazebear seemed to be very shifty. When I had questioned him on what he had known he answered with uncertainty and guilt. I knew that he lied on most of the questions I had given him, but I knew that I wasn't going to get much out of the stubborn man." He continued.

'Well… that's Fazebear alright…' I thought as I chuckled a bit.

Mark continued to flip through the papers. "After the questioning I took a look backstage, where the crime had taken place. Fazebear followed, showing me all of the evidence that the police had found. But I had noticed that the animatronics were nowhere in sight. When I asked Fazebear about it he had said that they where all shipped off for maintenance reasons and wouldn't return for a month or two. Which I had later found out to be a lie since there was no record of the event." He explained.

"So Fazebear was hiding something…" I concluded.

Mark nodded. "Yes. When I wished to search the basement Fazebear assured me that there was nothing to be found there. Though I went down there anyways, and Fazebear was right about notthing of importance being down there. But while I searched in the basement Fazebear seemed to be very anxious and continued to assure me that there was nothing to find. I ended up leaving the pizzeria with little information to go on." He went on.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that all you have on it?" I asked, a bit frustrated.

He shook his head. "I went back to the station and told my colleagues about my findings. They were as skeptical about Fazebear as I was, so they managed to pull a couple strings and allowed me to investigate the pizzeria without the knowledge of Fazebear." He continued to explain.

The detective then took four pictures out of the stack of papers and remained silent. He had a very troubled look on his face as he started at his desk, he hardly moved nor did he utter a word, but I knew he was thinking of something very troubling.

I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I asked.

The detective sighed. "What I found… was something horrifying behind belief." He stated. "I entered Fazebear's office first… and searched through all of his records, and came across something peculiar. It was a layout of the building, it showed every room and where it was located. It also showed that there was a storage room beneath the stairs of the basement."

'So that's the room I stumbled upon…' I thought as I listen to his story.

"Once I found out about the room… I went down to the basement to investigate. It turned out that the door leading to the room was hidden behind a mass of boxes. I moved the boxes and entered the room… but what I found was terrifying." He stated as he continued to look down. "I found the animatronics… inspected them… and…"

He then lifted up the pictures and slapped them down on the desk. I lifted my head up and peered down at them. My mouth tried to form words but all that came out was a whimper as my face shifted into on of horror and disgust.

The picture showed that the animatronics were stuffed with the bodies of the dead children. My eyes landed upon Bonnie and tears began to stream down my face as vomit began to well up in the back of my throat. I saw my sisters mangled body crammed inside of the suit, her poor innocent body…

I quickly picked up the trash bin beside the desk and vomited into it. Horror, disgust, and sorrow over taking me.

'Sarah… oh god… oh god… I'm so… so sorry I did this too you…' I thought as I leaned over the bin, shaking.

"I had the same reaction…" I heard the detective say. "I have seen many bodies before… but not ones of mangled children… and it still haunts me to this day."

I wiped my face off and stood up, pushing the pictures away in the process.

"I can't bare to look at them…" I said as I sat down, trying to keep my eyes off the pictures.

He nodded and picked them up, placing them back in the folder.

"After I found the bodies… the yellow on stood up, and it started talking to me." He went on. "I thought there was a man inside the suit… but as I looked into his hollow eyes I knew no one was in there. He told me that I could never report these findings; otherwise he'd have the other animatronics harm children. They all stood up after that as an example… no programming… no power… they just stood up on their own." He then looked down in shame. "And I just sat there… knowing I couldn't stop him. I think the only reason he didn't kill me was because he didn't want more attention drawn to the place…"

We both remained dead silent for the next couple of minutes until the detective spoke up again.

"The only reason why I'm telling you all of this… is because I wanted you to know just what you're getting yourself into… I don't give a damn if the bear doesn't like it." He spoke.

I merely nodded, still remaining silent as I thought it over. Realization was hitting me on how helpless my situation was, that this bear had complete and utter power over the pizzeria, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"How long have you been working there?" The detective asked, breaking my train of thought.

I looked u[ at him in a daze. "Four days…" I replied.

His eyes widened in surprise. "I'm surprised you're still alive son…" He stated, making me feel even more helpless. "I'm assuming that he'll kill your sister if you quit?"

I shook my head. "She's already dead…" I explained.

Mark then gained a face of shock. "Then what the hell are you still working there for!?" He shouted in bewilderment.

I snorted. "This is gonna sound f****** crazy but… it's the only way to put my sister's soul to rest…" I explained as I looked up at him. "Those suits were possessed by the children who were stuffed in them... and the golden bear isn't letting them pass on..."

Mark kept his bewildered look for a long while as we sat in silence. I braced myself for him to throw me out of his house at that moment, but all that he replied with was a chuckle.

"From the amount of crazy shit that happened in that place… it really shouldn't surprise me…" He replied with a small smile on his face.

I was a bit surprised by his trust in me, but i decided not to question it.

"Yeah… well… I only have to survive one more night in that shit hole and the golden bastard will set my sister free…" I explained.

He raised an eyebrow. "What about the other kids?" He asked.

I opened my mouth to reply but shut it soon after.

'What about the other kids?' I repeated the question in my head, I had never really thought about it before. 'If Sarah possessed a suit… wouldn't that mean the other kids did too?' I thought. 'And if that's the case… will the bear allow them to be free?'

I pondered on the question for a long time, but all I could reply with was.

"I don't know…" I then sighed. "Hell, I don't even know if I'll make it for another night, I've nearly died each night…"

"The paranoia keeps getting to me as well… the place is just driving me bat shit crazy!" I shouted. "I can't stop thinking that i'm being hunted! I can hardly sleep, I hardly eat at all, and I can't even live!" Tears started to stream down my face. "Each day I feel insecure! As if something's out to get me everywhere I go! I just can't live like this god dammit! I want it all to end!" I cried out, unable to keep back my emotions.

I buried my face in my hands and sobbed uncontrollably. I didn't know why I had that sudden outburst of emotion, I presume my emotions were going haywire and the realization of how helpless I actually was drove me over the edge.

'I can't… I just want it to go away… I just…' I thought as I continued to sob into my hands.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. My head jolted up to see that Mark was standing above me with his hand placed on my shoulder.

"It'll be alright son…" He said soothingly as he patted my shoulder.

I stared up at the man for a bit, surprised by his sudden kindness. Until I shut my eyes and stood up, pushing his hand away.

"Just forget about it alright…" I said as I walked to the door and placed my hand on the knob.

"Son." The former detective stated and I looked back to him.

He gave me a stern look. "You can do this." He stated.

I stared back at him for a long moment before turning back to the door and opening it.

"Thank you…" I said somewhat softly but loud enough for him to hear.

I then walked out of the office and shut the door behind me.

A/N: I am SOOOOOOOO very much sorry for this wait… but a lot of strange things happened in my life and I'm trying to sort it all out. I will try SO very much to update faster I promise.

I don't know if many of you will be interested in this but I am co-writing a story with a friend of mine named InsaneEntity (do not worry it won't delay me from updates here) so look up his username if you're interested.

Again… sorry about the very long wait… but until next time… have a splendid day.