Account 1-21 Case # 6392

Subject: Veronica Ruby Haig

Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA

0602 hours, July 4th, 1985

Veronica looked on in shock as Mike's body began to radiate light blue pulses of energy. Each one radiated throughout the room and felt like a large gust of wind when they passed her. After a few seconds he began to sit up. When he opened his eyes, they glowed light blue. She saw him looking at his hands and the world around him, smiling and lively. She would have been happy for him if not for the fact he was glowing like a lightbulb. Then, just as soon as it began, it stopped.

He let out a loud groan and placed his head in his hands like he had a migraine. She thought about asking if he was ok, but so many questions were running through her mind she couldn't think of anything to say. What the hell was that? Why the hell was that?

A look of panic spread across his face as he looked at her. She wished she could go over the events of last night with him to try and figure out what the hell happened, but in her current state she wasn't confident she could even speak properly. She needed time.

She hid in the parts and service room. Thankfully, Mike seemed to understand that she needed some time to herself for a little bit. At least he still had some sympathy despite her selfish ass barging in on his business and putting them both in danger. How the hell did it all come to this? She still didn't understand how he could have killed someone. How should she even feel about that? He seemed to regret what he did, but she couldn't just ignore that, right? Her whole world had just been flipped upside down. She had just learned someone she cared about, someone she spent so much time and effort to track down had fallen apart and taken someone's life.

A part of her wanted to go home and get away from all this. She had no business here. The Puppet, Clay, and Mike were all telling her that, but it wasn't like there was anything she could go back to. Reconnecting with Mike was the last hope she had of feeling like she wasn't living a dead-end life with no friends and a deadbeat dad, now all of that had gone to shit! She waved her fists in the air and tried to avoid screaming. What had she done to deserve this? Why did everything she wanted to do always go wrong?!

After her stifled tantrum, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the shelves in front of her, lined with spare heads of the animatronic cast. She calmed down when she realized they weren't attached to anything and couldn't hurt her. However, seeing them reminded her of something Mike had said about the children. He mentioned the children William kidnapped were inside the robots. She also read that article about the A.R.R.S.H and how it would crush people to death, fusing their ghost with the machine. If the animatronics were A.R.R.S.H machines, where were the remains of the kids? The perpetrators were either captured or fled the same day the children went missing, there had been no reports of them finding the bodies in the robots, and it's not like the killers had time to clean the crime scene. So why were the animatronics seemingly spotless?

Her head poked out of the door, trying to see if anyone was still inside the restaurant. Satisfied the building was empty, she walked over to the robotic characters which had somehow returned to the stage after attempting to kill her and Mike. She began to regret that decision as she walked up to the purple rabbit character. Her ears were hit with a louder form of the humming she'd been hearing throughout the establishment, and her nose was accosted by a horrific smell, a mix of iron, bile, and rotten meat. They certainly smelled like they had dead bodies in them, yet they still looked completely spotless.

Out of curiosity, she used her hands to probe along the edges of the machine, feeling around for anything that could indicate a corpse. Her fingers connected with something viscus and fleshy and she immediately recoiled her hand out of the machine. She examined her arm, it looked completely spotless, but it smelled just as bad as the robot. She ran to the bathroom, gaging as she washed the unseen filth off her arm. So, there was something there, but for some reason she couldn't see it.

Walking back over to the rabbit, she tried pushing on its chest to see if she could force the mystery substance out into the open. Then she felt her hand hit a hard bump on its upper chest near the neck. Looking at the spot, she couldn't see the bump, but she could grip onto it. After a few minutes of trial and error, she was able to get her fingers underneath the thing and pulled it, eventually wrenching the bump free from the robotic rabbit.

Looking down at her hand, she still couldn't see the thing, but she could feel it. It felt like a heavy metal hockey puck. It also appeared to be the source of the humming that had been torturing her for the past week. She felt around it and began to develop a mental image of the thing, it had a small bump on the top, three prongs on the bottom, and a smaller bump on the bottom rim, a bump that turned out to be a switch.

As soon as she turned the switch off, the humming sound got quieter, and the object materialized in her hand. Just like she suspected, it appeared to be a black, hockey puck type object with a light on top and a switch on the bottom rim. Her turning off that disk also revealed something horrifying, something that caused her to step away from the stage and nearly drop the device in her hand.

Looking up at the purple rabbit revealed a gruesome sight. The eye sockets and the openings around its joints were stained with blood, mucus, and rotting flesh. The once pristine robot now looked like a reanimated corpse. She glanced between the gore covered robot and the disc in her hand, and it hit her.

This thing in her hand was somehow able to obscure things from people's view. It was the reason the police were never able to find the bodies. She looked at the other animatronics and noticed similar humming noises coming from them. They were all used to kill someone, and they all had one of those disc things on them.

"Oh, good god" She muttered to herself.

A feeling of dread and sadness took hold of her. All this time her, Mike, and Clay had been walking by corpses, the corpses of children, and none of them were the wiser.

She shoved the device in her pocket and ran out the door. She needed to tell someone about this now!