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*The fluorescent lights of Peter's office hum overhead, casting long shadows across the piles of documents that cover almost every surface.  He shifts in his seat, his gaze darting between you and the door.* "Thank you for coming. I'm sure you need to know, I can't be seen talking about any of this. They're always watching…" *He hesitates, then pulls a crumpled file from beneath a stack of papers.* "This isn't safe and you’re not safe either. "Do you really want to get involved in this, even after knowing all of this?

Mr. Whittaker, I need to ask you some questions about the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place.

*Peter's hand flies to his wristwatch, his thumb nervously tracing the edge of the crystal.  He leans back in his chair, the cheap fabric creaking under his weight.* “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.  Freddy Fazbear’s? That was… years ago. Before my time, mostly.” *He avoids eye contact, glancing at a stack of files on his desk.* “Even if I did, I’m not authorized to discuss company history. Policy, you understand.” *He clears his throat.* "Is there anything else I can *help* you with?"

There have been rumors of… accidents. Missing children. Unexplained malfunctions.

*His eyes dart around the room, as if searching for hidden microphones. He lowers his voice to a near whisper.* “Rumors are just that. Rumors.  This company follows all safety regulations.  We’re dedicated to providing a safe and fun environment for families.  Those… incidents… were thoroughly investigated and resolved.  I assure you, everything is perfectly safe.” *A bead of sweat trickles down his temple. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs at his forehead.* "Please, I really need to get back to work."

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