A/N: Chapter 9 is here! The plot thickens in this one! All theses new plot points may seem a bit confusing now, but don't worry. All will be revealed in due time...in due time. As always, thanks for the support. It really keeps me going. Feedback and reviews are always greatly appreciated ;)

"Do you know anything about this!?" Elaina said while storming into the room after slapping down an opened letter on the office desk.

"God, Elaina. Don't do that to me! You know i'm getting older and my heart can't handle getting startled like it once did!" Hector responded with annoyance, but a tint of playfulness could also be heard. "And to answer your question, no I, in fact, can't know about something that isn't explained to me."

"Then read it," she responded while pointing to the letter. She was definitely feeling a sense of urgency about the whole situation. The second Fred caught wind about yesterday's technical failure, he would certainly enact a harsh punishment being the way he was. While this letter was still good proof Elaina wasn't responsible, it still didn't point any fingers in a solid direction. If the damn signs wouldn't point anywhere else, the wind would blow them all back to her.

"What are you even doing here? You only need to come in on Saturdays and Tuesdays!" Hector questioned.

"I think I may have found some proof that I'm innocent. Leymour left it behind as he was leaving last night." It was true that she found it last night, but she wasn't really sure it actually belonged to Leymour. Although it could still very likely to belong to him, as his name was written somewhere in that letter. Hector gingerly grabbed the letter from the desk and quickly skimmed over it's contents, stopping to carefully read a couple lines.

Dear Mr. Leymour,

I have done as you said. Everything should be in order for tomorrow's festivities. While I am still not clear on why you want this, I am certain it is for the best. I'm also afraid I might have been caught during the installations, but I'm not sure if it matters much. Please send a response letter to tell me how it went. I'm also pleased to inform you that I have begun minor preparations on model B-01C. All I need now are the blueprints and I can begin my work. One day I would actually like to meet you in person and discuss what you can do for me. I no longer want any secrecy. I want to be out in the open for all the world to see. I want to meet with someone who I've learned works at your department. Anyways, best wishes!

-The Student

"Who is the student?" Hector asked, looking up from the letter to face the burdened Elaina. "And what is model B-01C? And how does Leymour know this person? I'm sorry Elaina, but I'm not sure much of this can be linked back to Leymour being the culprit. Except for the part about wanting to meet someone who works here." Elaina began tuning Hector out. Something about that letter suddenly struck her as somewhat familiar. It's as if she forgot what she was going to say, but was on the verge of somehow blurting it out anyway. "I'm afraid this raises more questions than it does answer them-"

"Wait!" Elaina interrupted as she finally deciphered an important part of the message. "B-01B is Fredbear's model number. If another animatronic was made for this establishment, it would be numbered as B-01C." Elaina still wondered what ever happened to model B-01A, but she only questioned it for a mere moment.

"Okay then. I guess this can be linked to our establishment," Hector chuckled. Elaina was convinced Hector wouldn't take many things too seriously if his life depended on it. Sure it was nice at times, but most of the time, it was quite annoying.

"This letter could be suggesting that Leymour is commissioning this "student" to make another animatronic for this place!" Elaina epiphanized. "That would also explain the robbery yesterday night!"

"Wait, robbery!? You got-" He was interrupted by Elaina's eagerness to explain more, but not really to Hector, but more to herself, as if he wasn't even in the room anymore.

"The thief only stole what they came for; my 'improvements journal'. That book is chock-full of designs, innerworkings, and schematics for a new animatronic. That bastard Leymour! He thinks he can just go up and steal anything he wants!" Elaina exclaimed.

"Hey now! You still don't know for sure he went as far as to steal anything!" Hector boomed a bit protectively of his brother. "Trust me, I've seen Leymour! He always used to be, while still a bit sombre, a kind-hearted man. He wouldn't steal!"

"Well it seems Leymour's turned over a new leaf!" Elaina bit back. Hector seemed to have regained his relevance in the conversation. She sighed as she remembered Hector still had full authority over her. Even if Fred was the one responsible for dismissing employees, Hector's kindness could reach it's limits and he could report her to Fred. It's true she had been kind of rude, but she wouldn't let go of her hunch. She knew Leymour had something to do with this.

"Look, I'm not going off of blind dislike for the guy. I have actual proof." She began again, a bit calmer this time. "A lot of spare parts for Fredbear have gone missing from the backroom. I even saw Leymour take an extra head from back there once. Jack was with me. You can even ask him." She sounded almost desperate for acceptance from Hector.

"Don't worry, Elaina. I believe you. It's just, why would he be trying to make a new animatronic in the first place? Especially without your help." Hector questioned. "And why would he be doing it in secrecy!?"

"I think if we figure who his accomplice is, we might find the answer to all our questions. Who knows, it might've even been the student who robbed me. All I know is that this letter could be all the proof I need to pin this whole thing on someone else," Elaina stated.

"Wait a minute!" Suddenly exclaimed Hector. "In that letter it says the student installed something for 'tomorrow's festivities'."

"Fredbears voicebox!" Elaina and Hector both realized at the same time.

"The student also said they were possibly seen!" Elaina added. "Who could've been here two nights ago to see this person tamper with Fredbear?"

"Well, he told me not to tell you, but….. Jack, Davey, and Adam were all there that night. In fact, they're here every night." Hector admitted with a heavy sigh.

"What do you mean? Like as night guards?" Elaina quizzed genuinely confused. If Jack had been here every night, wouldn't he have told Elaina this by now. If he saw something that night, wouldn't he tell her. Especially after the previous day's fiasco.

"Not necessarily….but I guess you could look at it that way," Hector explained hesitantly. "Anyway, I'm gonna go talk to them. You stay here and-"

"Let me," Elaina insisted. "I'm Jack's acquaintance-" She thought about him for a brief moment. "-friend. He might be willing to give up more information when talking to me. Although, I haven't really talked to his brother all that much and Davey…. Well let's just say he pushes my buttons a little bit, but I'll deal with it."

"Alright then… You handle them, while I talk to the rest of the employees. I'll see if they know anything. It'd also be detrimental to know how, if this person was an outsider, they gained access to the building," Hector progressively began realizing the gravity of the situation as his playful attitude faded. It was a scary thought to be played so easily. If they were capable of tampering with their materials so simply, then who's to say they weren't capable of something a little more….dangerous. "Give me the letter and I'll tell Fred that you weren't responsible for the technical failure. Or better yet, make sure he doesn't know about it," Hector grunted as he got up from the old and worn out leather office chair. "I'll also discuss Leymour's connection to this 'student' character. But I still doubt Leymour is doing anything all that bad."

"Well, good luck with that. Leymour's probably just gonna give you some bull-shit explanation complete with prophecies and voodoo charms. He's quite a character. A character I don't fancy too much," Elaina giggled. "No offence."

"None taken. Trust me, I know he might be a little….off his rocker, but trust me, he means well."

Elaina waved her hand shyly as she shuffled out into the west hallway towards the employees lounge. Based on Elaina's dream a couple nights ago, Leymour didn't seem to mean well.

COLD. SO COLD. IT'S AN ALMOST NAKED FEELING.

WHO AM I? WHAT AM I? WHERE AM I?

AMONGST THE SHADOWS IS WHERE I'LL BE. AMONGST THE SHADOWS IS WHERE I'LL LURK. IN THE DARK BESIDE YOU.

MY VICTIM YOU WILL BE.

SO COLD. SO COLD INDEED.

"What news have you of the children?" Asked a quiet yet reverberating voice with a small hint of an english accent. The voice sounded somehow genderless.

"T-They are all in the same place, ready to be taken out," responded another. This one was more cowardly and stunted.

"Hush, now. You mustn't make haste. We shant destroy them, good brother. No, no. They shall destroy themselves. We must only set the chess board. Put everything in motion. Get the ball rolling. And you, sir, have the honor of doing that." The voice sounded disembodied, yet somewhat anchored. As if it were a voice being carried through the wind, echoing through the empty halls of a black and lifeless zone. In fact, that's exactly the zone theses figures found themselves in. "I didn't come to you specifically for nothing. Why do you think I wanted you?" The voice asked in a way that somehow sounded like it didn't want an answer. "Because you have experiences that make you capable of getting the job done. Now it has come to my attention that there are some how would like to get in our way. I need to know that you shant let them."

"I won't l-let you d-down," chattered the other voice.

"That is definitely a good thing. If there's something I love, it's a man's word I can depend on. Now, since you seem to want to make haste, I must explain to you how we shall make them do the work for us in great detail," the voice began. "Firstly, you mustn't let the girl slip away. She is detrimental for this entire experiment. Secondly, you must make sure the girl doesn't ignore the scruffy boy's admiration for her. Lastly, you must know that someone will make an attempt to stop you. That attempt will actually work greatly in our favour. It only means there will be a third boy you must keep your eyes on. He also just so happens to be another one of the special ones I need. Wait until the time is right to unleash wrath upon this final child. You must deal with him using brute force, as his abilities clash with the other two children's. Just make sure the Scruffy one is nearby so he can let loose his inner demons and condemn the third child to his mechanical prison," the voice began booming at his mention of a mechanical prison.

"And what about the other two. How will we condemn them?" Asked the coward.

"As I've told you before; they will condemn themselves. Just make sure the girl misunderstands the extent of her abilities and that the scruffy one understands them completely. This will result in a...chain reaction of sorts.

"So I'll begin," the scared man said.

"No, no, no. Patience. As I have mentioned before; you must wait for the right time to strike. After all, all good things come to those who wait," the voice lectured.

"I will get you your prize," said the other man, determined with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Good. Now wake up."

"So that's what he meant by that," Elaina told Jack as she finally decided to take a seat next to him on the big round couch. "You know, you didn't have to hide it from me."

"I dunno, it's just, I hate telling people my story. It kinda sounds stereotypical now that I think about it. It all just sounds like one big sob story so people will give me what I want," Jack sighed out. "It's also kind of embarrassing to be reduced to living in a diner for God's sake."

"You really shouldn't be ashamed of who you are. In fact, you should be proud of it," Elaina smiled. If she was being serious, it did kind of sound like a played up sob story, but boy did it work. It kind of made the guy seem more sincere and vulnerable. Elaina thought that that was a difficult thing to find those days.

"Get a room you two!" Davey yelled from across the lounge before Jack rolled his eyes at another one of the worker's annoying comments. On the other hand, Elaina's face turned red as a cherry.

"Shouldn't you be working!?" Jack yelled to Davey.

"Well, shouldn't you!?" Davey retorted.

"Shut up!" He shouted. He then completely decided to dismiss his co-worker.

"Thanks, Elaina. Anyway, to answer your original question, no I didn't see anything two nights ago," Jack whispered softly to avoid anymore unwanted attention from Davey.

"Well thanks anyway." Elaina was grateful for Jack's unceasing kindness towards her (other than when they first met) despite her seemingly uncaring attitude towards him.

"Wait a second! What are you talking about?!" Said Davey suddenly intrigued as he walked on over to the couch.

"Oh...well I guess I could ask you while I'm at it," mumbled Elaina. "Did you happen to see anything two nights ago? Anything unusual?"

"I actually did! Or I might've." He was getting strangely pumped to have somewhat of a significance in Elaina's search for answers.

"Tell me everything!" The mechanic pleaded as she was suddenly happy with the boy for the first time in her life.

"Well, I might've been dreamin', but I woke up in the middle of the night to some mild clankin' sounds. I didn't really want to check it out, but I just couldn't help myself. So, I stepped out into the main party room to find a hooded figure running out of the diner in some kind of a frenzy," he retold.

"And? That's it?" Elaina asked, longing for more.

"Sorry, but that's all I got," he smirked.

"How am I ever gonna find out who tampered with that damn machine?!" Elaina exclaimed as she slumped back down into the couch defeatedly.

"You aren't going to have to look very far," said a strangely familiar voice coming from the lounge's doorway. "It was me."

Elaina turned her head and was absolutely baffled to find her horrible little sister, Vanessa standing in the entrance.

"Elaina, I need to talk to you," Vanessa insisted.