Fearless

Chapter 4

I finally finished making dinner and washing all the laundry, when I heard Uncle's truck pull in the driveway with the familiar loud engine noises. He was home a little early today.

He walked in the front door and made his way to the dining room taking slow steps. He tossed his keys on the counter as he passed through the kitchen. It was his routine to do so.

"Hey Uncle." I greeted with a smile. He returned the smile. I saw that he had brought in a white grocery bag.

"Hi, (Y/N)." He kept his smile, then looked around at what I was giving him for dinner. It was his favorite meal. "Steak, potatoes, carrots and asparagus? ...Ice cream? Uh oh... Is there something you want to talk about?" He looked at me, but didn't let me answer. "Wait, don't answer that." He sat down and cut into his steak. Sure enough, it was cooked the way he liked it. He looked at me and then examined the potatoes, made with cheddar cheese and bacon. He looked back at me "So I assume it's good news?" He laughed. I did too.

"Very good news." I kept my smile. "What's in the bag?"

"Well..." He trailed off and reached into the grocery bag, then pulled out a pint of ice cream and held it out for me. I gently took it from his hands. I realized it wasn't my favorite ice cream, like I had gotten for myself and Uncle. Infact, it was like my third favorite ice cream.

"So it's serious?" I asked. It was funny how we could understand each other with ice cream.

"Yes. I need to talk to you about something very urgent. So...You go first."

"No that's okay.. I would rather hear out all seriousness first." I looked at him with a slight smile.

"If you insist." He said, and gave me a spoon. We then proceeded to eat the ice cream he had bought, not even touching our meals. "Do you know what I'm doing at work?"

"Well no...you always say that you can't tell me because it's classified." I replied and took a small bite of ice cream.

"Well, now I'm going to let you in on a secret. We need you. For the last 3 years my team and I have been working on a case that is pretty personal to you."

"You mean...?"

"Yes. The 5 missing children from the Fazbear Pizzaria. We have been investigating and we have come to a dead end. The owner won't allow us on premises anymore, so there's nothing more we can do. I want to do everything in my power to keep this case from going cold."

I was at a loss for words. I was so happy that Uncle was trying to find what happened to my friends. But at the same time, bringing it up almost brought tears to my eyes.

"So, what do you want me to do? How can I help?"

"Remember that 'help wanted' ad I put in your lunch box?" He asked. I nodded. "I need you to apply to that job. We need some eyes on the inside. I know that going back might bring back some awful memories, but to solve this case, we need to know what is going on, and what the owner might be hiding. Can we count on you to do this for us?"

"Of course!" I was more than happy to lend a hand to the police force. I had to figure out what happened.

"Great. Now that that's out of the bag.." He trailed off. We put the lids back on our ice cream and put it aside, then opened the pints I bought. "What did you want to tell me?" He had a smile on his face.

"Remember that ad you put in my lunchbox?" I giggled, he nodded. "I called after engineering. They seemed desperate and they hired me on the spot."

"Without an interview?" He took a bite of his ice cream.

"Yes. I start tomorrow at midnight. I wanted to see if I could find closure. Now, I'll be killing two birds with one stone" I smiled.

"That's great news, indeed!" He smiled widely and lifted a spoonful of ice cream into the air. I did the same and tapped my spoon against his in a kind of "cheers".