I walked over to Vincent and punched him in the face, he held his cheek and it bled.

"You sick monster!" I shouted, "you killed 10 children!"

"But you're fried, I'm placing you under arrest for the murders of Alexander Malone, Theodore Watson, James Senkaka, Samuel Rodriguez, Benjamin Rockwell, and all the other children you've murdered," I told him.

"You're, you're a cop?" he asked me.

"Yes, and you have the right to remain silent," I slapped the cuffs on his hands and marched him out of the building.

"Mike, you there," I radioed.

"Yeah, Jeremy I'm here what do you need?" he asked me.

"I'm taking the murderer to jail, I found him," I told him.

"Really, who is it?" he asked me.

"It's Vincent, the purple man," I told him.

"Wait, really?" he asked me.

"Yeah, it's him," I told him.

"Wait, I'll be right there," Mike told me.

The squad car pulled up and Vincent got in, no complaints.

"So, Jeremy, how'd you find out the truth?" Mike asked me, as he drove past Freddy's.

"I got confessions, from a couple witnesses," I told him.

"Really, and who are these witnesses?" he asked me.

"The animatronics, they're haunted," I explained.

Mike stopped the car, "is this some kind of joke?" he asked me.

"No, it's true, you've gotta believe me," I pleaded.

"You are really a piece of work, you bring me a father who's lost two kids, because you were lazy, I thought I told you I wanted leads not speculation," Mike said frustrated.

"But it's true," I protested.

"We can't go off of rumors, unless you give me concrete proof, we can't keep him in jail, bring me proof so we can open up the investigation," he told me.

"You're making a mistake, if you let him go, he'll cover his tracks, please trust me," I begged him.

"I'm sorry but I can't, we are supposed to uphold the law, not justify suspicions blindly, Mr. Malone, you're free to go," he said.

"No! You can't!" I told him.

"I just did," he told me as he got out of the car, and unlocked Vincent's handcuffs, "thank you, officer, at least one of you respects the law," he smiled.

"Thanks and sorry for the trouble," Mike apologized.

"Oh, it's no trouble really," he said as he scratched his head.

"Oh, and Jeremy, you're fired," Vincent told me.

"What?" I asked him, stunned.

"Yeah, you heard right, pack your bags, you're leaving for good," he told me.

"You won't get away with this," I warned him.

"Get away with what?" he asked me innocently.

I rushed over to strangle him.

Mike pushed me away, "enough!"

"This is not happening, he's the killer! Why can't you see that?!" I asked him.

"Because you don't have proof!" Mike yelled back.

"Fuck you, Mike," I said.

"Aww, don't feel bad, Jere, maybe your luck'll change," Vincent grinned, "after all, we wouldn't to cause any trouble now would we?"