As I stepped into that old building I felt a certain comfort and a feeling of safety and protection. I sighed in relief and headed towards the counter. "And what is your emergency?" The woman across the counter asked, "Well..." I started, then she put her finger up to her mouth and pointed at the ear piece I now realised she was talking to. "Mhm, yes. Mrs Linacre, I assure you, we have this under control. You saw an employee dressed up as a bunny giving coupons out. Not a psychotic, murderous animatronic out to rip you apart, yes, you to. Good day." She pressed the thing on her ear before rolling her eyes and going back to her computer screen. "Ahem" I coughed, trying to attract her attention. "Can I help you?" She asked in a monotonous tone. "I'm here as a witness of the incident at Freddy's pizzeria." "Did you have connections with the victim and or culprit." "Lara was my pupil and no, I didn't have any connections with the robot animal." I said sarcastically. "Well, there's no need to be so rude, sit down, I'll inform the detective of your arrival." I proceeded to take a seat and look out the window at the golden barley fields outside, each head softly swayed in the wind. I looked down at the table in front of me and rummaged through the magazines left out. Suddenly my heart stopped, there on the front cover of one of the magazines further down in the pile, was a large picture of Freddy's face, beaming up at me. I threw it down, but curiosity got the better of me and I looked at the title to see what it was about. It was a magazine focusing on the supernatural, in green 'spooky' writing at the top of said Paranormal Weekly, all you need to know about the supernatural. I flicked through until I found the article on Freddy and examined it. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, a fun, child friendly restaurant where kids dreams come true. Or so we thought. We sent a team of paranormal investigators into the pizzeria after midnight. (With some help from one of the guards) and set up paranormal equipment to catch these supposedly innocent creature in the act. We then hunkered down in the surveillance room and watched the cameras, what we found was quite disturbing. Here are our findings written down. The 'big 3' (Chica, Bonnie and Freddy.) All stayed completely still, however Foxy, the pirate fox, could be heard clattering around the kitchen several times. An oven could be heard in action and the cutlery draws clashed around assumably he was picking up a weapon to come hunt us with. In the morning when we knew it was safe, we went to the kitchen to find a large dough circle stuck to the ceiling, the fridge had been left open and cheese and tomato were sprayed everywhere. In conclusion we highly advise you stay away from Freddy's Pizzeria as you might bite off more than you can chew." "Hmm what a peculiar article." I thought to myself. "It sounds to me like he was trying to bake a pizza, not murder the occupants of the security office, I wonder if he is wholly evil. What am I saying?! He's a murderer and must be punished as if he were human, termination." "Denise Kirkman." The receptionist droned. "Inspector Sims will see you now." I sighed and got up before realising I was still clutching the magazine and threw it down, I followed the receptionists instructions down a series of corridors until I found myself at a door with the name plate 'Chief Inspector Lucy Sims' pinned to it. I knocked and waited for a reply, after half a minute I knocked again and pressed my ear against the door to listen for movement. "Oh for the love of god!" A muffled cry reverberated through the door "So impatient." "Enter!" The voice shrieked. I slowly pushed the door open to be met by a neatly furnished, cat themed office, with feline clocks, paintings and desk ornaments adorning the room. The inspector herself was a stern woman sat behind a large desk typing into a computer furiously. Her fiery red hair was tied in a bun on top of her head that bobbed aggressively as she moved. Her angry, beady eyes darted across the monitor completely ignoring me stood there before shrieking in anger and throwing her mouse against the wall, shattering it into pieces she then threw herself back into her chair and glared at me, before pointing at the chair and simply saying "Sit." "Uuurm." I started. "You know Miss Kirkman, we know a lot about you, you could say we do our research." She remarked while getting out of her chair and walking around the desk. "I know that you are a science teacher, no previous offenses, pretty much nothing significant has happened in your life, has it? "A..bu...but" I was shocked that enforcers of the law were allowed to speak like this to civilians, especially a head inspector. "I don't believe I asked you to speak, hmph, now where was I? Oh yes, insignificant life, until now, we know of the role you played in the 'bite', you were the one who brought the victim to her murderer, some could say it's your fault." I sniffed, trying not to tear up. "But, you're a clever woman, you knew that the police would have everything under control within a day, well you should have if your files got your intelligence correct. So tell me, why did you come here?" I couldn't believe it, this woman was horrible, how did she get this high up in her career? "You may speak." She said impatiently, circling my chair slowly like a shark. "I came here to help the authorities solve a murder, although so far I haven't found anyone I'd qualify as a police official." "Pfffft!" She spluttered. Clearly taken aback by my comeback. "Now let me ask you a question. Why are you here? Wait don't answer that, you probably feed off of all these tragic cases you harpy." The inspector gasped and spun round to face me and slammed her fists against the desk causing a porcelain cat to fly onto the floor. Her bun undid itself and autumnal orange hair flew out and flowed down her head like a volcano. Her temper was also similar to that of a volcano and her face reddened like magma. "How dare you!" She screeched. I stood up quickly and pushed the chair to the side, running to the door and swinging it open, I turned around and notices the inspector had now picked up a Newtons cradle and threw it my way. I had just enough time to run out and slam the door behind me before the cradle hit the other side of the door with a loud crash! As I ran, I shouted to her as a final insult, "Your bun doesn't suit you anyway!" And could still hear her cursing from outside the building. It was petty I know, but I was glad to get the last word in. But something told me that wasn't going to be the last I saw of Chief Inspector Lucy Sims.