From Friends to Monsters- MyStreet Goes FNAF

??? POV

I'm struggling to break out of this stupid cell. The guards found out about my magic and brought in a witch to cast containment spells on my cell. I'm about to give up when I hear my minion's whisper.
"William? Where are you?" I stick my hand out and wave it, my white, pasty skin shining in the yellow lights. Max peeked around the edge of my cell, his orange prison jumper already torn nearly to shreds. Max pulls out a bunch of lockpicks from a hidden compartment in his boot and pulls out the round-tipped pick. He slides the pick into the cell's lock and flicked his wrists left twice, and right once. The door swung inward, and I stepped out, my eyes casting a dim light around the immediate area. I grabbed Max's elbow and started running, my unnatural speed taking the both of us straight through the-strangely-open window. I ran all the way to my base, where we stopped, and Max tripped over an unfinished animatronic arm. I rolled my eyes and pushed my sleeves up.
"Let's get to work, my minion." I said.