Account 1-7 Case # 6392
Subject: Michael Solomon Afton
Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA
2001 hours, June 29th, 1985
"Mother, this is a matter of urgency! What the hell was father doing at that godforsaken Pizzeria!?" Mike shouted.
He had been trying to get any information he could from his mother about what his father or Kane could have wanted from him. She was being distant about the subject, either not knowing or not wanting to think about it. He kind of felt bad for pressuring her like this, but after years of her neglecting him and allowing his father to abuse him, he felt like she owed him a response to his questions.
"I don't know ok!" she replied, half yelling, half crying.
"What do you mean you don't know! You're telling me that after nearly two decades of knowing this man, he did nothing even remotely suspicious?!"
"He kept it all hidden from me! He never talked to me about anything and would spend most of his time at his work or Freddy's! I never thought to question any of it!"
"So, what you're saying is, anything I would be able to find out is in that restaurant."
"Mikey, that place is closed down, they're remodeling and any evidence of what your father did will probably have been seized by the police by then!"
"Well, I don't know… maybe there's a lead they didn't think of? I don't know how the hell I'd find it, but I'm not gonna rest easily until I do."
"Michael!" She shouted, suddenly getting serious with him.
"There is nothing to find! Your father did a bad thing, and he ran away! That's all that happened!"
"You don't know shit about what I saw in there! No one would! And I can't prove it unless I find evidence. I need to go back there mum! My life probably depends on me finding out what truly was going on in there!" He retorted.
"Well as your mother! I will not let this stupid obsession consume your life! I forbid you from going back there until they finish remodeling! Understand!"
That absolute bitch! She had left him alone for years and was only now deciding to assert her authority! Where was this side of her when he needed it! He began to march towards his bedroom in shock and disgust.
"Where are you going, young man!" She yelled after him.
He stood at the door to his room and looked out at her.
"To be alone! Oh, and one more thing! You're a drunken, enabling, pussy of a woman, and I'll never forgive you for that!" He shouted before slamming the door shut.
After his outburst, he began to take deep breaths before sitting down at the desk in his room. He was right back where he started. He found his best friend again on the worst day of his life, ran away screaming from her, and didn't even give her a proper explanation for what happened. Veronica probably sacrificed half her budget to get here just to see him, thinking he was still the little mischievous scamp she knew in England, rather than the complete wreck and monster he had become after she had left. Hopefully she could move on. He doubted she took her request to stay away from him very well, but it was for her own safety. No matter how reckless she was, and he knew how reckless she was, nothing would be worth dealing with the shitfest that had become his life.
He sighed.
At least he didn't have to worry about admitting to her that he was a murderer. He also no longer had to deal with the constant abuse of his father. Yet despite all of that he didn't feel safe. Something about what happened that night just didn't add up.
According to the police reports the restaurant had been host to a child kidnapping ring. The group had managed to claim 5 children before he had stumbled into their clutches. The police were able to identify three men who had participated in the ring, his father, and two custodians named Jack Peterson and Vincent Cotts. Cotts commit suicide at the scene, Peterson had been arrested, and his father's present whereabouts were unknown. That was all the information that had come out since that night, no information on what they wanted from him, and certainly no mention of Kane.
He put one of his hands to his temple. That wasn't the entire story, what he saw that night was more than just some child kidnapping ring. Either Kane and his father had covered their tracks so thoroughly the Police couldn't find anything relating to them, or the police weren't telling the full story. The latter felt the more likely explanation, if the public were to hear that an international fugitive and dangerous terrorist leader had somehow gotten his way into the United States, there would be panic in the streets. Or maybe some other authority was forcing them to keep quiet, they were next to a military base after all.
He chuckled at how crazy all of this sounded. If he hadn't been there that night he would have believed what he was considering to be complete conspiratorial nonsense, but was there that night, and he wouldn't sleep well until he at least tried to get answers.
On the desk next to him sat a copy of the local paper. On the back page were two ads, one for a night shift security guard position at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza from 12 - 6 AM, and one for a part-time, closing shift janitorial position at a local restaurant he knew called 'Heavy Eats Sandvich Shoppe' from 7 - 10 PM. As he read those ads, an idea began to form in his mind. He would convince his mother to let him sign up for the janitorial position, sign-up for the Nightguard shift at Freddy's and then tell her that he had volunteered to work as a Nightguard at the sandwich shop so she wouldn't expect him to be home until early morning. He looked down at the business card Clay had given him during his visit in the hospital. He memorized the number and prepared to go out and 'apologize' to his mother, then he would call Clay and prepare an interview to start his new summer job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.