I'm already tempted to rewrite this story, but decided against it. Anyways, here's Chapter two. Read at your own risk because C. 3 & 4 won't be out until next Friday.

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"You don't have to stay here," His father remarked for the 19th time within the last few hours, not looking up from the enlarged monitor. "The place is open until midnight and you have unlimited access."

"I know."

Franklin pauses the video to peek at his son twirling in the office chair and staring at the ceiling. He'd assumed that Gregory was bored or would eventually grow tired of being in this cramped office. The preteen had the privilege of going wherever he wanted to play, to eat, to be entertained, at the world's biggest entertainment. And there are tons of kids his age, kids that he can associate with, make friends, grow, and adapt to a new and safe environment. Be carefree and oblivious to life's problems. He wanted his son to feel like a kid again.

"I just have a few more videos to do for today," He reminds Gregory of the remaining two hours. He wasn't scheduled to start working in the pizzaplex for at least another week. "You haven't even moved once and I'm sure you're hungry."

"You haven't moved either."

"Gregory," he pulls the chair closer to his and looked his son in the eye. "We are living a different life now. No more seeking shelters every night or eating scraps or begging for money. We're done with that. I don't have to worry about someone trying to harm us anymore. And you don't have to worry about me."

"I know, but –" "But nothing." Franklin interrupts. "You shouldn't have to grow up so fast because of my mistakes. Let me be the adult. This…" He hesitates, unsure if he should say what he's about to say. Gregory's prompting expression told him otherwise. "This is what Mom would have wanted." He adds softly. The boy scoffs, jumping off the seat and leaving the room. Franklin sighs, leaning back in his chair. "It's going to take time," he mumbles, resuming the program.

Meanwhile, Gregory walked aimlessly across the halls, trying to make sense of where he was and searching for an exit to the main lobby. He didn't know what his dad's issue was, he was just sitting there, enjoying his father's company. He'll have plenty of time to eat and socialize but the time with his dad was limited. At least for a while it will be.

He passes a bulletin board, checking if a map was laying around nearby. He notices a sheet of paper at the bottom right, displaying nine pictures of children; four girls and five boys. Above their picture marks the word in big letters: MISSING.

Gregory had an ire feeling. This time, the feeling came back tenfold. Why wasn't this mentioned? Nine children were missing and not one announcement was posted. Neither in the pizzeplex or around town. Surely the residents of Meadow Fields would have known about this. The kids were missing from his new hometown. "Something doesn't feel right," Gregory whispers, rerouting back to the office where his dad is.

"Gregory," a voice calls and he freezes, looking around frantically. Who said that?

"Come play with me Gregory," It taunts again in a singly tone. His heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. "W-who's there?"

"Gregorrryyyy."

"Leave me alone!" He orders, walking backwards while keeping his eyes on around him. It hadn't occurred to him how dark it was down here. An object disrupts his movement, knocking him onto his back.

Then his vision distorts.

And at the end of the hallway, where little light is featured, red eyes glowed. It moves further into the dimmed light, revealing a bunny suit, and a knife stained with blood.

"Let's play."

Gregory screams, scampering to his feet and darted to the opposite end of the halls. Movement follows behind. Breathing besides his own was heard.

"Dad? Dad!"

"I love the game of Tag."

"Dad! HELP!" he turns another corner, with an exit door in sight before he's grabbed. "Ah! No, no! Let me go!"

"Gregory! Gregory stop! It's me." Franklin keeps a hold on his child. His mind befuddles as to what was terrifying his son. Eventually, the adrenaline fades as the preteen drops onto the floor and burst into hysterical tears. He felt his dad's arms gripping him, easing his rapid heartbeat though Gregory continues to shake like a leaf.

Heels were heard clanking the pavement as it came closer to them. "I heard screaming. What happened?"

"He must have seen something." Franklin responds to Colleen. Gregory rarely cries. Not even after his mother's disappearance was one tear shed. Not even during the nights where they had to fight for a place in the shelter, causing some men to have bruises from the fight they'd endured. Not after all of these traumatic events in the boy's short years of life, had he had a breakdown.

"I'm sure it was nothing." Colleen assures. "There's nothing down here other than things concerning employees."

"No! It was not nothing!" Gregory shouts, his face hot with fury. "A bunny chasing me with a bloody knife is not nothing."

Still, that smile remains unchanged. "Gregory, you must be imagining things. We don't have a bunny at this place. We haven't for years." She writes him off as having a terrible active imagination. Something didn't make sense. Colleen dedicates her life's work to ensure that guests are having a wonderful experience. It's strange how quickly she appeared and now the murderous bunny was nowhere in sight. Too stunned to speak, he remains in place until his dad hoists him onto his feet.

"I'm sorry Colleen, I have to take him home." Franklin apologizes. Again, her expression remains the same. "No worries, I understand." She goes into another room and returns with a box. "Here is all of your uniforms and stuff. You can finish up your training at home using this laptop." He takes the box with one arm, while keeping the other on Gregory's shoulder. "I'm so happy that you'll be apart of this company Franklin. I look forward to seeing you on the floor." She looks at Gregory. "I hope this doesn't derail your view of the pizzaplex. We would love to have you around as well."

That tone. It no longer felt warm and welcoming, but sends a chill down his spine.

"Come on buddy." Franklin coaxes. They exit the building and into the car. His hands wouldn't stop shaking the entire time and he looks at his dad in desperation. "Dad, you believe me, don't you?"

His dad said nothing. Gregory wrings his hands and slumps into the seat with defeat.