Schmidt walked in a line. They entered the cafeteria, and the line stopped.
Still lost in though, Schmidt continued walking and bumped into the prisoner in front of him.
"What the heck, you lacker!"
Schmidt gave no reply. He stared. The man grunted at him. Lacker, he thought. Lacker. What was that supposed to mean?
The line moved. Schmidt and few others broke the line and sat at a table. Why weren't they eating in their cells, like usual? He pondered that question in his head while choking down clammy, dark green leaves. Today, at least, they were given a side of under-cooked soy beans. They were easier to chew and swallow.
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Endless Fazbear Nightmares
FanfictionAfter Mike Schmidt is fired from his job Security job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, his family becomes in debt and he can no longer afford the medical bills for his beloved Kyra. But, this leads to his inhuman acts of murdering five children. He is cau...
