"Missing? What do you mean missing? Where is he?" He frantically asks one question after the next. The officer tried to calm him down, but he refused. How dare she try to calm him when his father is missing! "Where is my dad!" He demands.
"We, we don't know." She responds regretfully. "We are investigating the pizzaplex where he was last seen, but they hadn't seen him since he clocked out at midnight."
No, this can't be true. This cannot be happening right now.
"We have to presume he's dead until we can find a body. But for right now, you have to come with me." She had a hand on his shoulder and he jerks away. "No!"
"Gregory…"
"You are lying to me! He's not dead, he's not." Tears spill but the closer the officer came to him, the further he backed away. "Don't touch me!"
"Gregory, we'll keep you safe." She states. "You'll be with a family until we find him, I promise. But you need to come with me. I'm not leaving until you're with me." She stands and waits by his bedroom door. "Now please, go put on some regular clothes so we can go."
Solemnly, he obeys, seeing there's not a chance of escaping. Numbingly dressing from head to toe before following the policewoman out the door and into the patrol car. He's officially back to being homeless and misplaced, with the house he'd lived in for a short while has become closed as agents searched the place.
"It's going to be okay," She enforces, hoping to break the tension driving the highway. He doesn't respond, gazing at the enormous Pizzaplex. Angry at whomever had to be responsible for his father's disappearance. Angry with himself because of what happened yesterday. His angry will be replaced by guilt, because of the words that were said. Because the last memory of his dad being alive was when they were fighting.
No, he can't be dead. He's got to be in there somewhere.
He ponders on this more and more, the anger turning into determination. A quick glance at the officer with her attention on the never-ending traffic that goes with the territory of having a mega entertainment center. He took a silent breath and rolls the window down. Again, the officer had her attention somewhere else but he feels that the window of opportunity is growing short. Now or never.
Gregory throws himself out of the car window, using the top of the car to maximize the pull. Landing on his shoulder, he quickly leaps to his feet and running to the barrier, ignoring people honking with confused expressions and the officer calling his name as she chases him. He zones out everything to focus on the building.
Hang in there, dad, I'm coming to get you!
He doesn't stop running. Not even after tumbling into the ditch and earning a few cuts. He got up and kept running, no longer feeling like he's being chased. The officer would no doubt, be calling in backup. He had to make it inside and hide.
But where else could he enter? The front had tight security as bots scanned cards before granting entry. He'd left his at the house. He walks around, studying the exterior before spotting a truck being unloaded. He sneaks in the vehicle and into one of the boxes already opened and checked for inspection. It was only a matter of time before the wheel cart had picked up his box, carrying him inside the building.
The minutes felt like hours as he waits in inventory at the giftshop. Two employees were talking nonstop as another box had been placed on top of his. Ugh! Of course! His mind screams but his mouth remains silent, again listening into the conversation. It seem further from the room, deeming it safe to proceed. Using as much strength he had, Gregory pushes against the lid, hoping to knock off the top box. He ends up tearing his hideout. Which ended up being fine. Should someone complain, they'll blame it on the load from the top box. Careful not to damage the box more than it already was, he slips out, pass the counter and walked out the shop, following closely behind a large group of children. The place was packed, where does one start?
"Free map!" An energetic bot blocks his path, scaring him. Shakily, he takes a map and the bot does a gesture, "Thank you, enjoy your time!" before rolling away.
"Stupid bots." He mumbles, opening the enlarge paper. The map was big and colorful, but not one spot was designated to point him in the direction of Fazbear employees. That was stretching beyond the boundaries. His next step is to seek out the human employees. Get as much information as he could. Surely someone had to know where his father's whereabouts.
He takes a couple of steps before the lights dimmed and drums were rolling. What the – ?
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Fazbear Entertainment will like you to put your hands together for the one, the only, Freddy Fazbear and the Glam-nettes!" The overhead announcer cheers as music begins to rise, hyping the audience. Eventually, the music points to the quartet of animatronics from the stage lift, ready to begin their show.
"Gregory!" He hears his name over the loud noises, seeing the officer storming towards him in fury. He takes off to the other end of the Atrium. A faint cry of "Stop him!" prompts a series of security bots to follow him. Gregory burst through a door, leading into a gray hallway, off-limits to visitors, an opportunity to escape. He notes a bunch of boxes, a vent tiering over them. He climbs the boxes quickly, feeling the material crushing underneath his shoes, opening and climbing the vent. Seconds later, the security bots can be heard bristling through the halls. He had escaped them, for now. He crawls through the tunnels. Right, right, left, right, left – he didn't know where to go. He'd gotten himself into another dilemma – lost in the dark and cold ventilation system. Unless he had hit a dead end, he'll rerouted, reminding himself that this was better than getting caught by bots, or the security guards, or the officer herself. He'd come too far to be captured. He turned another corner, least he thinks it corner and proceeds, before he falls forward into a shaft. A scream was all he was able to get out, before he hits the end of the shaft, breaking the vent open and collided with the floor, knocking the wind out of his lungs and the rest of his body unconscious.