"Mr. Grives, but I don't understand, no I'm afraid you don't, Captain won't you leave so we can discuss business?"

"But of course," he said as he left.

"Now you may have guessed, that I am the kingpin of the damn city, I control everything, I'm prepared to buy you freedom, but I should run Fredbear's, do we have a deal?" he inquired.

"You already run the city, you're the kingpin?" immediately I quaked in fear, I was in front of a true criminal, a gangster, I'd heard the rumors, journalists found dead, crooked cops, dead babies, but I never thought that I'd be placed in front of this monster.

"That's right, there's no politician, cop, or reporter that isn't in my pocket," he smiled, "ya see my granddad was good friends with Al Capone, the mob, see has been in my family for generations, I ordered your son to do what he did, this whole thing was a plan to get you in my pocket too," he smugly told me.

"I'm gonna kill you," I told him.

He laughed in my face and stubbed my face with his cigarette butt, "I don't think so, kid. Try it, and your son's death will look like mercy once I get my hands on your son here," he said.

I spit on his face, "you mess with me, my family, and my dream! I will end you!"

"Then I hope you enjoy prison," he laughed, "maybe a few days in solitary will change your mind."

"We'll see," I retorted.

Just then the door opened, "well how'd it go?" asked the Chief.

"I think our friend here needs some persuasion," he suggested.

"No problem, boss," he said as he pulled out his taser, "Let's make things interesting."

"AAAACHH," Shaun screamed as his body went into convulsions.

"Stop, just stop, you win OK," I pleaded, "please don't hurt him," I cried.

"That's enough, Ralph," Grives ordered, "see a little persuasion was all you needed, now I need you to sell me the rights to the company, your Pizzeria is quite the money maker, a good addition to my empire."

"Let him out, we'll find a patsy to take his place," he said.

"Dadd," Shaun said as he ran towards me, sobbing.

"It's Ok, Shaun, it'll be alright, I said as I hugged him, I rubbed his hair and kissed him on the forehead, "you have to be strong, understand?" I asked him.

"Yeah, Ok," he said, as he wiped his tears.

"Let's go, tonight we dine, call CNN, and tell them that this man was framed, tonight we eat like kings!" Mr. Grives invited.

"We'd be honored," I said as I couldn't hold back my relief.

"Come on, my limo's parked out front," he said, elated.

We walked to the limo, whilst reporters outside followed us.

"Mr. Malone, new DNA evidence places Fred Foghorn at the scene of the crime not you."

Mr. Malone, welcome to Casa De Grives, mi casa es tu casa," he said, "come, sit," he gestured as we sat at the dinner table. "Ben, get these two young men some champagne," he ordered.

"Um, sir, sorry but we don't drink," I refused.

"You're a straight shooter, I like that, well more for me anyway," he shrugged.

"Now that I have your attention, I want to negotiate a deal, for protection of course, I take 20% right off the top, you two can manage the place, but I own it. Now, you may think 20% is a bit much, but I've got a stake in this too, and I'd hate to see Fredbear's shut down," he explained.

"Uh, we renamed it this morning, it's Freddy Fazbear's Pizza now," I explained, "we did it to, ya know, move away from Fredbear, since, well you know," I winced.

"Fredbear's, Fazbear's, I really don't care, just as long as it makes money," he said as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"By the way, I have the other three goons who caused this mess, and I'm giving them to you as a peace offering, see?" he said, "what happened to your little boy was disgusting, and I apologize."