Total Mess

Hey, Jim. It’s me, Evan.  Call me back when you get this because it’s a real shitshow over here. It's worse than the Bite.

Big party at Freddy’s, yeah? Lots of fun. Lots of kids running around. Foxy isn’t biting anybody. Freddy’s telling jokes, it’s just like old times. It’s going smooth. A couple kids ask to use the bathroom, so we let em go. We send a guard to take them down to the bathrooms, and he stands outside to keep watch. They walk in, right?

And then they never come out. They fucking disappear. Gone just like that. Now, I don’t know how it happened. But it did. We did a headcount to be sure. Eighteen kids, and there were twenty at the start of the party. We check the invitation list. It matches up.  There’s no Cindy or Ronnie Jones. We looked in the other rooms. Nothing.  Everyone was in the Party Room, so it couldn’t be the bots.

We call the police. They couldn’t find anything. There’s no blood. No hair. “It’s like they were never there,” he tells me. The cops check the cameras. We saw the boy and girl split up and go inside. And then that’s it. They’re gone. Out of view, out of sight. Headcount again. Nineteen. No Cindy or Ronnie.
I hope we just forgot someone the first time, and close up. We file the kids and parents out, one by one. The mom and dad aren’t taking our deal. They want to drag this one out into the open.

Oh, yeah. The bathrooms are spotless now. The tiles are so clean you could eat off of them. The mirrors are crystal clear. But the toilets don't work. The sinks don't work. No water. Their pipes are all halved where the tile turns into wood. I don't get it either.

There's still no sign of the kids, though.

I need your help man, it’s a real mess down here. Get back as soon as you can.