Schmidt walked in a line of 10 prisoners. All of a sudden, the person in front of him looked over his shoulder.
"You Mike Schmidt?"
Schmidt gave no reply. Suddenly, the man in front of him twisted around and swung his two cuffed hands at Schmidt's face.
Mike fell to the ground. He had cuff marks on his face. He looked up pitifully.
"Petty." The man said. He was taller than Schmidt by half a foot.
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1 Hour Later
"Here's your cell," the guard said as he shoved Schmidt into the cell. "Murderer."
This was the third time today that somebody had called him a dog or a murderer. And this time, he recognized it. He was a cold blooded killer.
At first, he thought himself to be bigger than he was. After the first child he killed, he had that idea.
I am a killer, he thought. A force to be reckoned with.
But now he realized what he'd done. He thought beyond avenging Kyra, beyond finishing what he'd started. And beyond the complaints the children brought upon him, which lead to him being fired, which ultimately lead to Kyra's death.
And so Schmidt sat in his cell, lonely and miserable. He stared at the stone floor, an impure gray platform filled with miniature holes and webs of cracks. Observing the cell, he noticed it was dirty to an unpleasant level. There were seemingly orange-green stains on the walls. The small bench across from him reeked of urine, even while the cell had a toilet which was to Schmidt's right.
He was lonely in his cell, and seperated from any other prisoner. Not that they would want to speak to him.
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3:41 PM
Throughout the day, Schmidt was given two meals. First was a bowl.
The bowl was full of leaves, presumably. He took some on a fork. He gagged as he ripped some leaves from the fork. They were crunchy and clammy; almost tasteless, and had an unpleasant odor similar to vinegar.
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11:58 P.M.
It was only now that Schmidt realized there was no bed in his cell. He resorted to sleeping on the bench, but changed his mind once he reminded himself of the potent odor.
He slept on the floor, opposite side of the toilet. At least he wasn't cold.
He stared through the bars of his cell. Until he drifted off to sleep.
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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...
