Maxine

Two years ago, he disappeared.

Dinner became quiet after that. After a while, Dad stopped putting up posters with his face on them.

It’s as if they’ve accepted that Gabriel will never come home. That he’s dead.

Or rather: that he was killed in that cursed place.

They don’t suspect Fazbear’s Pizza. Not even when the other children’s parents started pointing at it.

But I do.

I know my brother is still there.

And I will prove it.

They stopped printing these a long time ago.

I didn’t go back to the building today.

I went to the county records office.

Fazbear Entertainment filed permits when the diner first opened. Renovations. Safety reports.

Old paperwork.

Most of it is boring.

Two names aren’t.

Henry Emily.

William Afton.

Their names appear on different documents. Never together.

One is tied to the designs.

The other to security.

I found a photograph attached to one of the files.

It was labeled staff reference.

I don’t recognize Henry Emily.

William Afton sounds familiar.

I’ve seen him before.

Near my house.

Standing outside his car.

I always thought he was just a neighbor.

My name is Maxine Bailey. I’m from Hurricane, Utah.

I am the sister of one of the children who disappeared at Fazbear’s Diner in 1985.

No one knows where they are. The police stopped looking a long time ago.

I want my brother back.

Last night, I broke into Fazbear’s Pizza.

They call it the reopening.

All I see is an attempt to sweep the dirt under the rug.

I couldn’t stay long enough to find the animatronics. I couldn’t find anything that proved he was there.

The night guard saw me on the cameras.

I would like to strangle the genius who invented those things.

I managed to take one picture.

The main hall.

Despite the renovation, the smell was still there. Metallic.

My body wouldn’t stop shaking.

That room…

He loved that damn place.

I managed to take one picture.