Fazbear & Friend's: Sister Location

Mike gets to Jail

"Mike!" Rosetta opened the door and saw him staring at the Animatronic's on stage.

"What do you..."

Reese interrupted. "How long were you the security guard."

"Why do you want to..." Mike began to ask.

"Just answer." Reese whispered forcefully. A few of the employers were staring at them questionably.

"I was security guard from 1979 to the time you took the job." He said.

Reese grabbed Mike by the shirt and shoved him against the wall. "You asshole." She hissed.

"What the hell are you talking about!" He growled.

"You killed those four kids and stuffed them in those god damn suits!" Reese shouted.

Being only 16, Reese was a little shorter than Mike, but he still managed to pin him to the wall.

By now, the whole staff had their focus trained on them, mouths gaping in shock and fear. One Waiter dropped the empty tray she was holding.

"How dare you accuse me of such a horrible crime!" Mike gasped. Reese could tell he was lying.

He started to punch Mike in the face. Frantic and full of fury.

"Those poor kids! You douche! Burn in hell!" Reese screeched.

The staff rushed forward and grabbed Reese by the shoulders to pull her off.

"Let go of me! He killed them! He's a monster!" Reese cried.

By now, the owner rushed out. "what is going on..." When he saw the waiter desperately trying to pull Reese off Mike, he froze.

Reese turned to him, angry tears rolling down her cheeks. "He killed those kids and stuffed them in those stupid suits!" She sobbed, breaking away.

"Mike.. Is this true..." He whispered.

"Of course not." Mike gave him a hard stare.

"I'm done covering your ass." He snapped.

Everyone gasped, even Reese.

"The only reason I kept your secret was because we couldn't afford a replacement." The owner hissed.

Mike looked to Reese who looked back triumphantly.

"I'll kill you for that!" Mike growled, leaping forward.

Before he could get to the owner, a few sturdy employees tackled him to the floor.

"Jeremy." The owner called over his shoulder.

A lanky waiter rushed forward.

"What are you doing?" Mike asked dangerously.

"Something I should have done a long time ago. Jeremy, call the police."