In the corner I stared enraged at the animatronics, I knew the truth. I had to stop them, but what was I supposed to do. I couldn't dismantle them, the mob would be after me. I couldn't call the cops for obvious reasons. I just had to put up with it until I found enough money to replace them. Until then, all I could do is wait.

"Um, Mr. Malone," a tall man in a leather coat approached me.

"Yes," I answered.

"My name is Cartwright, Johnathan Cartwright, I run the orphanage, and it appears that one of the orphans has gone missing," he told me.

"And I should care, why?" I responded.

"Mr. Malone, as a father of three, surely you would realize how important this is," he said, puzzled by my response.

"Mr. Cartwright, I haven't seen, whoever this orphan is, what's his name?" I asked.

"Benjamin, Benjamin Rockwell," he repeated.

My blood ran cold, my face became pale.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked me.

"Uh, no, it's nothing, why?" I said defensively.

"Ok, relax, if you haven't seen him, then that's fine," he said.

"I'll just check around, I'm sure this is all just a big misunderstanding," I told him.

"Oh, alright then," he said, "well, if you need help, please don't hesitate to ask, here's my card."

"Thanks, now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do," I told him.

I briskly walked to the main office, panting when I got there.

"Dad?" Shaun asked, "what are you doing here?"

"Just checking on my boy," I told him.

"Yeah, I always wanted a psycho dad," he told me.

"Now, why are you really here, and don't lie, cause I can tell," he threatened.

"Uh, we might need a nightwatchman to keep an eye on the place," I suggested.

"I don't know if you realize this, but I hate you, in addition, we're running on fumes right now, so if you want a night guard fine, you've got the job, now get out," he told me.

"But," I started.

Shaun just shut the blast doors.

I walked back to the showstage and saw the audience in tears.

Two little girls were singing.