Account 1-17 Case # 6392
Subject: Michael Solomon Afton
Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA
2136 hours, July 3rd, 1985
Mike sat at one of the booths in the Sandvich Shoppe. Most of the night he had been distracted due to business ramping up in preparation for the 4th of July. His increased duties helped distract him from the hell that awaited him later that night. But now his job was done, and he could only sit and wait until he had to close up and leave for the pizzeria.
"Mike?"
He turned and looked at Ms. Tsaryov as she sat down next to him.
"Are you ok? You've been staring off into space for a while now."
He let out his breath and turned to face her.
"Yeah… well, not really, its… I'm in a rather tricky situation at the minute and I don't know what to do."
"Is there anything I can do? Or someone you know?"
"I don't think so, I don't want anyone else getting involved and getting uhm… burdened or worse."
"I don't think helping you with a problem would be a big burden for them."
"Trust me, it would be better if they didn't get involved, this problem is too big for them or, too complicated for them I should say."
Ms. Tsaryov sighed and folded her hands.
"I learned a long time ago that big problems cannot be faced alone. When I was a little girl, my family was imprisoned in a Siberian gulag. The place was filled with men, women, and children from all over the Union. Fellow Russians, Ukrainians, Volga Germans, Gypsies, and Jews, all deemed enemies by Stalin, and placed in the care of men only barely distinguishable from the Nazis who would eventually invade our lands. We were worked to the bone every day digging up a purplish-black sludge and building facilities for our captors. Most went insane and others would be sent into the labs they had throughout the facility, only to never return. We could have simply given up, and some did, but over the course of months we began to collaborate with one another. Aiding one another in secret, telling each other what we knew of the facility, making plans. Then one day, we revolted. It was not easy, the guards put up a fight, but we had the numbers, and we were united in our desire to be free."
Ms. Tsaryov gave him a stern look and continued.
"Thanks to the sacrifice of those prisoners, my family and several others were allowed to escape. Without them, we would have died in that hellhole. So never underestimate the value of your friends and loved ones. Their aid could be the difference between life and death."
She stood up and walked towards the door, swinging a keychain.
"Come on, we need to lock up."
Mike nodded and walked out the door before Ms. Tsaryov turned off the lights and locked up the restaurant. While he was walking toward Freddy's he thought about what she had told him. She had a point, if he didn't tell anyone about what was going on in that Pizzeria, the situation would never get any better. The only problem was, who the hell would believe him? His mother would get pissed at him for going back to Freddy's, the police would dismiss his claims due to a lack of evidence, and the Puppet might not even want him to reveal anything to anyone. That only left one person he could talk to, Veronica.
He still hadn't contacted her since the events of that day. Maybe he should finally give her some context as to what happened since he left Hull all those years ago. It was the least he could do. And if she ran away from him in disgust over him killing Evan, at least she wouldn't be in danger anymore. Of course, he still had to finish his shifts this week, and he needed to sleep during the day to focus on staying alive at night. He would have to speak to her over the weekend.
He looked to his left and noticed the illuminated sign of Freddy's. He would be going in for his third night, three more nights to survive until the weekend, when he could finally tell Veronica what was truly happening.
Account 1-18 Case # 6392
Subject: Veronica Ruby Haig
Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA
2331 hours, July 3rd, 1985
Veronica sat and thought about what she read in that letter. She could either leave Mike alone or find him and try to find some way to help him. She knew the best option would be to get away and sit this mess out, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. From what little she was able to get from those documents Mike was facing off against terrorists and a crazy hybrid ghost bitch all by himself. She understood why he cut her off, but he didn't want him to face this shit alone.
She let out a sigh and looked at the window.
She had no idea what the hell was going on or how she could help, but goddamnit if she wasn't going to try!
She checked the lock on her bedroom door before proceeding to the window and silently opening it, praying to God Mr. or Mrs. Burke didn't have a reason to check her room.
Everyone else in her life left her behind, she wasn't going to leave him behind.