The woods looked great this time of day. However, it wasn't a time for sightseeing, he had a case to solve. He drove the homeless man, whose name Larson learned was Grim, to where he saw the Stitchwraith. Larson parked his car in a local park area. He got out, as did Grim.
"This way." Grim said, hoarsely. They walked for more than ten minutes until they arrived at a single train track in the middle of the woods. Larson looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
"What did you say happened here?" Larson asked. "It was real late at night, I was wandering through the woods when I saw it. The Stitchwraith was picking pieces of garbage out from under the track and stuffing them into this big bag." Grim said, describing the scene in as much detail as he could. Larson looked around.
"What kind of garbage?" Larson asked.
"Well, it looked like some kind of toy, a weird, green rabbit. I think a train ran over it, because it was in pieces. What was left of it looked nasty." Grim described. Larson looked around, seeing nothing. "A green rabbit?" Larson asked while he picked up a patch of green fur.
"Yeah. Like I said, it was a nasty-looking thing." Grim said with a grimace.
Larson thought harder about the toy. Had he seen it somewhere before? He could've sworn he'd seen some kind of commercial about a green rabbit from... Fazbear entertainment. The commercial was from Fazbear entertainment. It might've been a stretch, but Larson believed that the Stitchwraith might have some kind of connection to Fazbear entertainment. He ran back to his car and drove back to the office.
"Wha- hey! Where are you-" Grim shouted after him. After realizing he was already gone, Grim sighed. "Figures."
Larson wasted no time in getting back to his office and looking through every article about Fazbear entertainment he could find in the cluttered and utterly disorganized work space that was his office. He looked through newspaper articles that he used to consider worthless. He continued looking until he finally found the connection he was looking for. A newspaper had an article about an incident with a "Plushtrap Chaser" in this very town. It read that three teenage boys were nearly killed by a malfunctioning Plushtrap Chaser until they were able to destroy it. That didn't make sense to Larson. A malfunctioning toy couldn't possibly be able to kill three teenagers.
Larson just couldn't make heads or tails of this whole situation. First, all of these bogus stories start popping up from all over the place, now the Stitchwraith comes along and causes a bunch of trouble. One thing that all these rumors had in common was that they were all tied to Fazbear entertainment. That couldn't be a coincidence. It's no secret that Fazbear entertainment has a very shady history, but nothing this... bizarre.
Larson needed to analyze the fur he collected and see if it's legitimately from a Fazbear product. If his theory about the Stitchwraith being connected to Fazbear entertainment was correct, he could probably connect the dots from there. He needed to speak with Tabitha and make sure the fur was from a toy.
He could see Detective Roberts spraying down Detective Powell's desk with air freshener while he wasn't looking. Larson walked downstairs into the lab where Tabitha worked. Inside, he saw that she was on her lunch break. As bad as he felt about bothering her right now, he needed to be sure if what he was thinking was true.
Larson opened the door, causing Tabitha to jump slightly, making her spill her coffee. "Dude! Come on! I'm in the middle of my break! What do you want from me?!" Tabitha complained.
Larson handed her the fur. She slightly grimaced. "I need you to analyze this and find out where it came from." Larson said. Tabitha looked annoyed at having to do work, but accepted the request regardless.
As Tabitha analyzed the fur, she decided to make small talk with Larson and distract him from his demanding job. She could never imagine being a detective. It sounded so complicated and stressful.
"So... did you meet anyone recently?" Tabitha asked. "Just a homeless man who led me to another clue in this case." Larson said.
"That's not what I meant." Tabitha asked. "Tabitha, I'm not dating anyone. It's too soon for that." Larson said, annoyed. "I know, but you can't just focus so much on your regrets in the past, that you lose sight of what you do next." Tabitha said.
"I can't just move on. I have a son." Larson said. "No offense, but your son doesn't seem like he's a fan of you right now." Tabitha said. Larson sighed.
"You're right. I just... I have to find a way to make it up to him. Connect with him again. Angie will never allow it though. She's bent on keeping me as far away from him as she possibly can." Larson said with a saddened tone.
Tabitha walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, you'll figure it out. You're Detective Larson for crying out loud! You can solve anything!" She said with as much confidence as she could muster. Larson chuckled slightly.
"Well, it seems like I can't solve one simple case right now." Tabitha rolled her eyes.
"That's how all urban legend cases go. No matter how much you try, they always end up being fake anyway." As they were talking, her computer had finally finished the results.
END OF CHAPTER XII
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THE CYCLE OF TORMENT
FanfictionMillie Fitzsimmons barely survived the attempt on her life made by Funtime Freddy. Now, she is traumatized by the attack. She has constant nightmares. She cannot get any sleep. One day, she decides that enough is enough and that she had to find a wa...
