ID and the Nickelodeon Missing Persons Case

I'm currently working on the missing persons case at nickelodeon studios. There was a few of them, one or two would make me think that the studio wasn’t involved, but considering the number was closer to 15, It was enough to warrant major concern.

The police haven’t said a word to the public on the matter. I wouldn’t be surprised if the public wasn’t aware at all. News Outlets have heeded the advice of their personifications and stayed out of it. This is interesting to me. If tans were tugging on the chains of their companies to stay out of the situation at nickelodeon, then that could only mean that this was tan business.

That was just a hunch, of course, but when the sheriffs department called to have me look into it, I knew for certain what this was. They only ever seemed to call me for issues concerning personifications. With that, Viacom shot up on my suspect list, along with the rest of the Nick family branch.

Even still, presumptions aren’t going to get me anywhere, I need evidence and there’s precious little to be found. I’ve been refused authorization into the studio where the missing interns worked. I'm sure Viacom is aware of his situation. After all, the only correlation between the interns was that they all worked the same job. I had to ask those who reported them missing and family members to find out what days these people worked, what hours and so on. There were no sightings and no exact date of when the individuals went missing. They were reported because they didn't rock up to events or answer their phones. So, I've had to take it upon myself to investigate one of the missing individual's home.

John Wilkes was the owner of that apartment. He was the last to be reported and so, in theory, his trail should be the warmest. He lived comfortably in a middle to upper class area of the city. I checked his mail and found a lot had piled up. There was also a missed package slip which dated last Friday, which is a day he doesn’t work according to his step mother. I’d asked the main desk for his keys and I was able to let myself into his room.

The main area had a TV and a curved sofa, with bland paintings of beach scenes and lighthouses hung up on the walls. Evidently the man I was looking for was painfully square.

Behind the couch was a glass sliding door out to the balcony, giving a clear view over the city. Nothing out of the ordinary there. No break in, no blood, no struggle and no signs of suicide.

In fact, it was prevalent throughout the house that the furniture had not been disturbed at all beyond what would be typical of casual living. It was neat, well kept and simple. If John Wilkes had been kidnapped, it didn’t take place here. The neighbors reported no unusual sounds coming from the apartment for the past few weeks.

If he’d run, he hadn’t taken anything with him. Things like photographs of family members were still here, his wallet was here and there was money in a shoebox at the top of his cupboard, which remained untouched. A quick skim of the kitchen showed that the kettle was full of old water and that the milk had gone off in the fridge. It went bad Monday. It was like he’d simply popped out of existence or drifted out the window like water vapor on the breeze.

Between the milk and the missed package, I decided that it was likely his disappearance occurred somewhere between Friday and Monday. Friday seemed the most likely to me, as a man living such a boring life wouldn’t miss a package on his day off.

I located the study and got to work figuring out the password to his computer. A Macintosh. New. His password was written down in his address book like an idiot, 'Nicknicknickelodeon3', so that was easy.

This was where things tended to get interesting in my line of work.

I searched key words on his computer such as 'Viacom' and got back a lot of business emails and such. The only interesting thing I could note was that it seemed like he was on the verge of getting fired, despite being a hard worker.

Then I searched 'Nickelodeon' and that’s when I struck gold.

All I could say was, “That’s a lot of porn.”

There was a swarm of nude illustrations of Nickelodeon. The tan, that is. I decided I should see if something else would come back with anything...so I searched ‘NickJr’.

There was probably more. Illustrations, but also photographs of her, taken from underneath a table as she walks past in what looks to be the middle of the studio.

Looking into his History results only showed he knew to delete his History results, but looking into his mail again, I was able to trudge up one or two long lost interactions with his co-workers.

What I discovered — looking through that computer — could only be described as a nickelodeon themed pedophile ring. The members? Coincidentally all the names that had gone missing, appeared to be in this little club.

Viacom is looking more and more like the perpetrator. The worst part of it all, is that I can’t blame him. In fact, I’m tempted to not try and blame him at all.

I don’t know if it was murder yet, though I have a strong feeling that it was. I have a motive, a correlation and a possible day of disappearance, but I still needed a place and a murder weapon if I’m to truly bring this to a conclusion.