"Hey what's the big idea?" I asked Shaun.
"Excuse me?" he asked me.
"Oh don't play dumb, why would you leave me with all those killer robots, are you hiding something?" I asked him.
"Look, I already told you that the job would be dangerous, and that it was a high risk career," he explained.
"Still, that doesn't give you the right to send me on a suicide mission!" I shouted.
"Look, you were never in any real danger, besides the previous nightguard went by without incident," he told me.
"I don't believe it, and also what about the missing children?" I asked him.
"What about it?" he asked me.
"They're here aren't they, haunted by animatronic characters, that's why they go after the nightguard, because he's the one that killed them, and now they think that I'm the murderer!" I shouted.
"First of all keep your voice down, and second, you're just crazy, it's probably the stress of the job, and that's fine, but you signed a contract," he said as he opened up the office drawer, "and according to the contract, you will face legal action disclosing your situation at the Pizzeria, failure to comply will amount to you being taken to court for breach of contract and you will lose $300 in legal fees, do you understand?" he asked me.
"You disgust me, you think you can hide the truth?" I asked him, "your father is a murderer."
"How dare you, my father is a great man, he constantly tried to keep our family together, but after what Alex and his friends did, he just snapped, lately he's turned his life around and I can personally assure you that he is not in any way related directly or otherwise to the disappearances of Catherine, Natalie, Elijah, William, or Thomas Marshall, now if you'll excuse me, I have a business to run," he said.
"I know you look up to your father, who wouldn't, but that doesn't make him a good person, I know that he's killed before and I intend to get to the bottom of this," I said.
"Fazbear Entertainment is not liable for any damage to property or person, these things happen sometimes, I mean come on, there was a murder over at Rowboatics Factory a couple of years ago, but the factory itself wasn't to blame," he said.
"But this is different," I protested.
"Look, you don't think I care about those kids, of course I do, but the fact of the matter is, I had nothing to do with it, and besides we don't even know if those kids are dead or not, it could be that they're just missing, but I refuse to believe my father had anything to do with it, there's no way, not after what happened to Alex," he remained silent.
"I'm sorry for your loss, I didn't mean to soil the memory of your brother, I offer my condolences," I apologized.
"It's, it's fine, it's in the past now, there's no need to reopen old wounds," he said shaken, sobbing.
I stepped back and realized how wrong I was in attacking him, he was just a kid, a 19 year old kid, who was I to just lash out on him like that, no, the real monster was the one who ruined this family and that was Vincent.
