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Ding, Dong, the Wretch is Dead
Prompt: Phone Guy and Mike were going to be happy.
"I thought that I would tell you two first, since you've both been so... Active in the case," the detective led in. Though "active" was an understatement. The only reason that there was a case, or that it was reopened, was because of the two men sitting on the other side of the table.
On the right was a former worker of Freddy's. He looked as rough as anyone who came out of Freddy's: untamed hair, skin covered in scars, wearing a bulky sweater and looking gaunt and unshaven. He was the one who had brought in the old tapes, footage, and records to their attention.
On the left was a current security guard, Mike, who worked the nightshift at the closed restaurant. He looked as apathetic and exhausted as anyone else would be, and he was still wearing his uniform, so it was possible he hadn't slept since his shift. He was the one who brought in an eyewitness account of some events.
Really, the detective owed everything to them. It was through them that he had enough evidence to charge someone in the kidnapping- and now murder- of the missing children. However, there was a problem, and that was why he brought them in.
"It seems as though we won't bringing anyone to trial," the detective explained. Mike looked ready to explode and the other worker covered his face in exhausted exasperation. They expected the worst, but not what followed. "William Afton is dead."
"...What?" How quickly that frustration turned to shock. Mike looked absolutely stunned. "He's dead?"
The other man's head shot up in dread. "Oh God, he didn't die in a suit did he?!" The idea seemed to terrify him. "He wasn't in an animatronic?!"
"No. Nothing like that," the detective assured, though not certain why he cared so much. "A couple of our officers went to his home to arrest him. There, he attacked one of the officers, and shots were fired. He was pronounced dead on route to the hospital. After the fact, we were able to search the house and found more than enough evidence to have gotten a conviction. I won't go into details, but it was all there."
The two men were silent, stunned by the news, and the detective gave a sympathetic sigh.
"I know you're both probably disappointed. We all wanted to bring William Afton to trial for his crimes, but at least we can still give these families closure, and at least we took a monster off the streets." He then stood from the table. "I'm sure you need a few minutes," he dismissed himself and then stepped out of the room.
The room was quiet after the door shut. The two men still sitting at the table were as silent as could be.
Then a slow smile started to spread across Mike's face.
"Oh Lord. Mike, do you know what this means?" the other man asked. He looked stunned and stumbled on his words. "It's over... After all these years, the children- Will- the murders- it's over! They- They actually did it! We did it!"
Mike was positively beaming.
"No more disappearances, no more... No more watching the news worrying about every missing child! No more killings, or accidents, or Freddy's- Oh, uh..." he suddenly realized what he had said. "I guess... That means you'll have to find a new job."
"Don't worry about it. Don't even think about it," Mike insisted as he looked over with that same excitement. "Screw Freddy's. Tonight, we're going to celebrate, my treat. We're going out and for the first time in years, we are going to live!"
Soon the other man was smiling too, because Mike was right. For the first time since Freddy's opened, there was a weight off their shoulders. The monster was gone, and the two of them were happier than ever.