Account 1-9 Case # 6392

Subject: Michael Solomon Afton

Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA

1822 hours, July 1st, 1985

"Goodbye Mikey! I'll be back at 7 to pick you up!" his mother said before driving off.

He waved back to her and walked into the Sandvich Shoppe he would be working in for the next three hours. As he opened the glass door a small bell rang. He had been to this place many times before and had memorized the location of almost everything in the main seating area. The floor was covered in a blue checkered carpet. Six wooden tables were lined up in the center of the main dining area with a dozen booths attached to either wall. The carpet cut off at a sports bar like area at the back with a retro 50s design and TVs covering the back broadcasting everything from sports, to talkshows, to the news. The walls were hardwood and covered in all forms of decorations from an American flag made of baseballs, to a corkboard with missing persons flyers on it, to a plastic display case filled with various spent bullet casings. However, the most noticeable decoration was a giant flag on the right side of the wall from the entrance, it was a defaced Soviet flag with the hammer and sickle cut out leaving a hole in the upper left and black, handwritten Cyrillic text on the front which he learned read 'Better Dead than Red' in Russian.

He made his way through the sparsely populated restaurant towards the door to the left of the sports bar from his perspective. He knocked on the door and within a few seconds a gruff female voice with a heavy Russian accent called through the door.

"Whoever it is come in!"

He opened the door and saw the establishment's owner and manager, a woman named Bronislava Tsaryov. She sat hunched over at her desk, reading glasses perched on her nose. After a few seconds she noticed him standing at the back of the room and lifted her face up from the document she was reading. revealing the light-blue business shirt she was wearing that appeared several sizes too small for her.

"Take a seat!" she demanded of him.

He tensed up for a few seconds before briskly walking up to the chair in front of the desk and taking a seat.

"You're here a half-hour early."

"Yeah, thought I'd get here early on my first day just in case we needed to talk about anything before I started my shift."

"I don't think anything needs to be said, just clean up the floors and tables and make sure everything is in the right place before the end of your shift."

"Ok then, also I was told I would get some forms to fill out."

"Oh, yes."

She reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out several pieces of paper held together with a paper clip.

"Get these back to me by tomorrow."

"Alright, by the way thank you for accepting my application on such short notice."

"No problem, it's hard to find workers in such a small town. It's good to see one of my regulars took up the call."

He proceeded to take the papers off the desk and walk out of the office to get ready for his shift.

After a brief period of waiting for his shift to begin he got to work, and it really was just as simple as Ms. Tsaryov had said. The cooks and the patrons didn't seem to make too much of a mess and because it was a Monday business was slow. The only things he had to do that night were clean up what few crumbs were scattered across the tables and floor, wash the few dishes that had been used for the evening service, and stack the chairs on top of the tables before locking up and leaving. It was all monotonous and easy, and because of that he was only left with his curiosity and anxieties about his next job that night.

He had never been a fan of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza the only exception being the Foxy character, in fact he had grown to hate the place due to its association with his father and deceased brother, but now it had completely taken over his thoughts. His father had been doing something there under the orders of Kane and his 'Brotherhood of Nod', and now he was going to try and find out what he was doing, but how would he even do that? His mother was most likely correct, anything the police could have found was probably taken immediately after his near kidnapping, right?

Then he asked himself another question, who had his father kidnapped? His mind immediately went to the corkboard he had seen earlier, if there was any way he was going to get information on those kids before his shift at Freddy's, it would be from that board. As he stacked the last of the chairs on the table and preparing to leave, he walked over to the corkboard and looked at each of the pinned articles before stumbling across exactly what he was looking for.

'Five children now reported missing. Suspect convicted.'

Unfortunately, no names were listed in the article.

"Damn!" He cursed.

"Something wrong Michael?" Ms. Tsaryov asked.

"I wanted to know the names of the kids mentioned in this article, but it doesn't mention them by name."

"Oh, I know who they are."

"You do."

"Yes."

She then proceeded to point out each of the children who had gone missing in relation to the kidnapping ring at Freddy's, and he knew each and every one of them.

Fritz Smith, the younger brother of his former friend Mark. Jeremy Welsh, the younger brother of his friend Gabe. Gabriel Welsh, the second in command of his constant torment of Evan. Susan Wacker, the young daughter of his former lawyer. And finally, Cassidy Bishop, one of Evan's former friends.

"We just got the posters for the 3 new missing children's cases from 5 days ago. They all went missing at the pizzeria, no one has ever seen them since, but hopefully now that a suspect has been caught, we can finally get some closure on them. Michael, are you ok?"

He was clutching his temple and hyperventilating as he was hit with a massive headache. Every single person who had gone missing had some connection to himself, or his family. This was his father's doing alright, but why them, why did they have to go missing? Why not himself? Why!? His coherent train of thought soon devolved into a panicked string of guilt. He had flashes of vivid memories involving every single person that had gone missing. Fritz standing next to his brother Mark. Jeremy and Gabe standing in front of him as he discussed his plans for shoving Evan's head into the Fredbear suit. Susan walking alongside her dad in the parking lot of the courthouse his case was being heard. Cassidy holding hands with Evan at Freddy's. These scenes began to repeat in his head, and after each one flashed a mental image of one of the many animatronic characters in that store. Foxy, Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and Fredbear. The robotic whispering he heard when he saw the Fredbear suit in the truck returned, and the mental slideshow of the kids and robots began to get faster and faster and all he could do was sit and wait for it all to go away.

"Michael!"

He came too on the floor, forehead covered in sweat as Ms. Tsaryov looked at him in concern.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just have spasms when bad memories are triggered. Sorry about that."

"Don't worry, it's something you can't help, you need me to drive you to your next job?"

"Yeah, sounds good." he replied.

He knew what he needed to do now, he needed to find out what his father had done with those people. They were in that restaurant somewhere, he knew it, and if the police weren't going to find anything than he was! He didn't know what he was getting himself into or whether the Brotherhood would find him again. But whatever the case, he was ready to begin his first night at Freddy's.