//------------------------------// // Stuck Inside // Story: The Sixth Child // by LibraryNexus //------------------------------// September 8, 1993 “-for those who haven't seen it before, it's the greatest show on television. If you have seen it before, it's the one where I start it with a very big lie.” Click! “-town of Haddonfield is still reeling from the aftermath of the Halloween murders from fifteen years ago-” Click! “Oh, those frustrating banana peels! How do you get them off the banana?” Click! “Oh-oh-oh-Omega Mart!” Click! “...Just ten more minutes, and we can put on a second coat.” Click! “Who's on first.” “I don't know.” “THIRD BASE!” Click! “Oh, those frustrating gerbil skins! How do you-” Click! “In other breaking news, Fazbear Entertainment is once again facing serious allegations.” “Hey, turn that up,” Bonnie said. Freddy did so as the news anchor kept talking. “While conducting an inspection on the restaurant where the infamous Bite of '87 took-” “That's supposed to be the Fight of '87, Rod,” someone off camera said. “It is?” Rod asked. “Okay then. While inspecting the place where that took place, city building inspectors uncovered a disturbing scene in a hidden room. Be warned that the following image may be disturbing to children.” An image came up. It was of a strange machine, looking like a chair with restraints attached to the arms. A robotic arm held what looked like a Freddy Fazbear head, but it was green and faded and scarred. As they watched, the head turned around, to reveal hidden blades behind the mask. But the most disturbing thing was the bodies. Dozens of them on the ground in various stages of decomposition. Most of them were wearing a security guard outfit and had their faces sliced off. Four of those bodies were child-sized. “I think I'm going to be sick,” Foxy said, not even bothering with his accent. “Can we even get sick?” Bonnie wondered. “We're about to find out!” Foxy cried, sprinting to the bathroom. Thankfully, the image went away, returning to Rod the anchor. “The cold case involving the pizzeria was immediately reopened,” he continued, “as IDs found on several of the bodies match several missing person cases from several years ago. William Afton, CEO of Fazbear Entertainment, could not be reached for comment. We at Channel 4 News shall be tracking this story for further developments. This is Rod Bu-” Whatever his name was was cut off by Freddy turning the TV off. “I think we've seen enough of that,” he said solemnly. That was when Chica walked into the room, carrying Fluttershy in her arms. “Why did I just see Foxy run into the bathroom” she asked. September 9, 1993 Jeremy and Rebecca stared as the news anchor went on to another section. Jeremy settled back into his diner seat. “It wasn't them,” he finally said. “What wasn't them?” Rebecca asked. “There was a rumor back at the restaurant that the animatronics killed the security guards, but it couldn't have been them. It was whoever built that machine.” “But couldn't the animatronics have used the machine?” “You heard the report, it was in a hidden room. If the room was hidden, it was off the animatronic's maps, and they wouldn't have known the room existed, let alone be able to get in. Which means that somebody managed to get onsite and build it there. “I mean, you saw it,” Jeremy said, waving his hand towards the TV look at it. “There was no possible way that... thing could be justified as equipment for a children's restaurant. No way.” “I can see your point,” Rebecca acknowledged. “But who could have built the machine?” “It had to be someone with connections to the restaurant, who has the mechanical know-how, and has a reason,” Jeremy counted on his fingers. “I have several people who meet two of the criteria, but I can't find a motive.” “Maybe he doesn't need a motive?” Rebecca offered. “Oh, come on, it's not like we're in a horror movie.” The two of them paused. Just then, both of them had the feeling that hundreds of people were laughing their heads off at them. Jeremy shook his head. “So, you adopted another kid?” “Yeah, her name's Abby. Sweet little girl, but very quiet. Mike adores her, and she looks up to him. She's been wanting to meet you.” “Yeah, how Mike's sophomore year going?” “It's going fine, but he was thinking about getting a summer job for when high school's out.” “A job not on your father's farm, he means,” Jeremy said, fingering the box in his pocket. “So, why did you ask me out here?” Rebecca asked. “I know we've been dating for three years, but I don't think there was anything special about today.” The box in his pocket felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. “Uhhh...” “Sorry for the wait folks,” a waiter said, finally exiting the kitchen. “How about some appetizers?” Jeremy looked at him. “Oh, sorry, but we're not hungry,” he said, slightly relieved for the interruption. “You know, lunch is the most important meal of the day,” the waiter said, collecting the menus. “I thought that was breakfast,” Rebecca commented. “Well, that's just a theory,” said the waiter, whose name tag read 'Ness.' “A food theory?” Jeremy asked. “Exactly.” Jeremy thought for a second. “You wouldn't have happened to have worked at Freddy's, didn't you?” “Yeah, I took a shift my last year of high school. I quit after Foxy nearly got me. But then I got to thinking...”