I watched Fantastic Beasts and now I want to be Newt Scamander for Halloween next year

my friend even said she might get me a blue trench coat and a suitcase for my birthday in April

also I'm gonna try starting up the shout outs again for the new year b/c I wanna interact with you guys and idk I'm too shy to go to your guys' pms

ShoutOuts: DiverK9 (thanks :D ).

Chapter 33

Zoe tugged on her purple uniform, frustrated. She and Fritz had been planning to go through Vincent's room before Christmas, but then he'd been put back on the night shift for the few days before the holidays. That was annoying, but the real reason for her frustration was the fact that she hadn't been able to work much at her auto body for the past couple of months because of her new job. Sure, she liked working at the pizzeria, but it did get a boring after a while. She was thinking of asking for a couple days off so she could spend a bit more time at her other job. And between her work at the pizzeria and her and Fritz's plans, she hadn't been able to spend much time with Raina, either, so that was doubly annoying.

She heaved a great sigh and walked out the door, locking it behind her. She climbed into her pickup truck and sped off to the pizzeria. Fritz was already there, waiting for her. He'd been given a couple more days to work on the animatronics' programming, so hopefully they could get this done today.

xXx

*10 a.m.*

Fritz looked up as Zoe entered Parts and Service. "You ready?" Zoe shrugged. He closed his laptop and stood up. "I was thinking that maybe one of us could keep watch. You know, just in case Vincent shows up and decides to go in his room."

Zoe nodded. "Yeah. I'll do it. If he does come by, I can distract him long enough for you to get out."

"So what should I be looking for anyway?" Fritz asked. "We never really went over that."

Zoe shrugged again. "I don't know. Anything that looks suspicious, I guess. If you can find a journal or diary of some kind, that would be great."

He took a deep breath as the two of them walked out of the Parts and Service room. "Okay. Let's do this."

Zoe turned and walked away, positioning herself at the end of the hallway where she usually stood during her shift. Fritz put a hand on the door, but he was hesitant. What would he do if he was caught? What if he couldn't find anything and he and Zoe were doing this for no reason?

He pushed the doubts from his mind. If he and Zoe were right about Vincent being a murderer, they had to do this. They had to find proof.

Fritz opened the door slowly, glancing inside to make sure no one was there before slipping through into the room. The place was really messy. Clothes poured from the closet and the half open drawers of the dresser next to the unmade bed. A mirror and a sink were next to the closet in the far wall. There was a door next to the sink, but when he tried to open it, it turned out to be locked.

He looked around the room, wondering where to start. Zoe said that looking for a journal or diary would be a good idea. Fritz remembered keeping a diary when he was thirteen, and his sister would always try to read it, so he had to hide it in a different place every day. He began searching in the places he used to hide his own journal in his own room- in the closet, in the drawer of the nightstand, and under the dresser. He didn't find anything but dirty clothes, a pack of cigarettes, and a toaster.

Fritz was beginning to lose hope when he realized that he hadn't yet checked under the bed. He stepped out of the pile of clothes he was currently standing in and walked over to it, crouching down to look under it. There wasn't much to be seen under there- just an ashtray, more clothes, some bits of scrap metal, and some dirty plates.

Wait- scrap metal?

He excitedly reached under the bed and pulled out a piece, then sat back up to examine it. It was caked in dirt, but he scraped some of it away and saw that the metal was a dull gunmetal grey.

Why would Vincent have metal under his bed?

Fritz stood up with the metal in his hand and took a step towards the door, but he felt something under his shoe. He lifted up his foot to see what he just stepped on. It was a little yellow stuffed animal with a purple hat and bow tie. It looked like one of the Golden Freddy plushies they started making for the kids (along with ones that looked like the other animatronics; the Foxy ones unsurprisingly sold the most), but this one looked older. It's fur had faded to a pale yellow, and the purple hat was now dark with filth. Fritz assumed that it was one of the ones the original pizzeria used to sell in 1983. But why would a twenty-five year old man have a stuffed animal?

A sound suddenly emitted from the closet. "We're awake~," it sang in a feminine voice.

"Someone is in here," another voice that sounded similar to the other chuckled. Another one gave a high-pitched giggle from under the dresser. Music came from the nightstand, and the drawer began inching outward.

Fritz dropped the piece of metal and ran out of the room.

xXx

Springtrap sat down at a table clutching her sketchbook. She usually drew during the 3 o'clock break, but this time, she was hesitant. She wasn't just drawing nice animatronics anymore.

She glanced around. No one was looking. Mangle was hanging from the ceiling like usual, with Tonnie sitting on the stage and eating cookies. Chica and Goldie were talking in the Prize Corner, and Bonnie, Teddy, and Foxy were goofing off in Pirate's Cove. Freddy was reading one of his books in the corner. The guards had all left and were going for a walk together- including Vincent and Scott, which was a little surprising, but she didn't bother thinking about it.

She opened up her sketchbook to the previous page she drew on. On it was another one of her drawings, but this one was quite- unsettling, to say the least. It was a picture of a really dark room. There were bits of metal everywhere, the remnants of destroyed animatronics. She saw the broken body of the ballerina she drew a few weeks ago before the break, and there were also pieces of pink and white metal there too, which had to be the broken bits of the pink and white fox and bear she drew on Christmas. It was shaded to appear that she was looking through a window into the room. Inside the room, beside the window she was looking through, there was a machine that looked very similar to a giant ice-cream scooper. Facing the giant scooper was a man in a purple uniform. On his face was an expression of terror and pain. Soaking the front of the man's uniform was bright red blood. She could see her shadow on the floor through the window, and she appeared to be much taller. She didn't have any hair from what she could see, but it did look like she was wearing a party hat. The man had a nametag on his uniform. She tried to read it multiple times, but all she could make out was an "M" and an "I". The rest was covered by blood.

Spring closed her sketchbook, troubled. It wasn't so much the picture that was concerning.

What worried her the most was that she couldn't even remember drawing it.