Vincent Pov
I was trapped, trapped inside a prison cell, I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell, I wanted freedom. But I was trapped, imprisoned and alone. I had began to lose hope of ever leaving prison. The door opened and in walked my attorney, Mr. Harper, an excellent lawyer.
"Good evening Mr. Malone, my name is Jordan, Jordan Harper at your service," he introduced himself.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mister Harper," I replied.
"The pleasure is all mine, now down to the matter at hand, if you are found guilty you could get anywhere from 39 years in prison to a life sentence, it is my job to prove to the judge and jury that you are innocent in all this, let's look at the facts, shall we?" Mr. Harper asked professionally.
I nodded my head and he continued.
"It appears that the police believe you to be the killer of Alex Malone, James Senkaka, Sam Rodriguez, Theodore Watson, Benjamin Rockwell, Catherine and Natalie Willows, Elijah Roberts, as well as the deaths of William and Thomas Marshall," he told me.
"Now I have looked at all the evidence and all they have is a security tape, no eyewitnesses, and no DNA evidence, the video footage was disturbing to say the least but it is clear that the footage was clearly faked," Mr. Harper went on.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Well, for starters, there is no clear motive, in addition to that, a robot supposedly attacked you, dragged the children's bodies to the Parts/Services room, and mysteriously the bodies vanish. I myself do not believe in the supernatural and this footage would never make it court. In part because the police can not find the bodies," Mr. Harper went on.
"From what I can gather, Officer Fitzgerald infiltrated Freddy's as a nightwatchman, so that he could gather evidence on the missing children, according to him, the robots are haunted by the spirits of the dead children who have attempted to kill you, is this true Mr. Malone?" he asked.
"Absolutely not," I protested, "although..."
"Although, what?" the lawyer asked.
"It is true that the robots are dangerous," I confessed.
"Really, is that so?" he asked me shocked.
"Yes, it's true, while they are rather harmless in the daylight and interact with everyone quite well," I began.
"Ah, yes, I remember when I took my son over to Freddy's, he absolutely loved it, especially the toy animatronics, please go on," he told me.
"Yes, well, it appears that there is a major glitch in their system," I went on, "you see, at night, they are left in free roam so their servos don't lock up at night, if that happened, they wouldn't be able to move and we would lose money," I explained.
"So why don't you replace them?" he asked me.
"In part because we simply cannot afford it," I went on, "the costs to replace them would be tremendous and currently we lack the funds to repair them," I explained.
"So, in other words, you're broke," he told me, nodding in agreement.
"That's right, I noticed the problem in the older models and that's why I replaced them, but I guess Rowboatics has a problem when it comes to their animatronics," I said.
"Yes, well, there have been many complaints coming from Candy's as well," he said.
"Exactly, so you see, we're kind of on a limb, right now, if I could replace them, I would just like that," I snapped my fingers, "but I can't, I'd go belly up if I did, plus all the bad publicity that would come from that would become irreparable, I have a son to take care of, Shaun, he's already lost his mother, younger and older brother," I explained, "this place is all he has left of them," I went on.
"I see," the lawyer said, "so what makes them so dangerous in the first place?"
"Well, our engineers had discovered a glitch in the system, causing the animatronics to mistake the night watchman to be a metal endoskeleton without it's costume on, now since that's against the rules, they try to stuff the guard into an animatronic suit, which unfortunately would end up killing the guard," I went on.
"That's horrible!" the lawyer said, "and you can get away with this?!" he asked.
"Please, you have to understand," I begged, "if Freddy's dies, not only will it hurt the children, but the city will lose a hallmark, and the economy would go down, people from all over the state come here because it is such a great attraction, not only that, but my son, Shaun, he basically lives here, it's the only thing keeping him from depression, he has so many memories both good and bad about this place, it was where his mom dropped him off after daycare, his first job, the many times he entertained Max, if this place goes, then so does everything else, you have to understand," I explained.
"I, I do, and I'm here for you Mr. Malone, you're a good man, I remember when you helped fund Cartwright when he first started his orphanage, the time when you were there when my wife died, I'm here for you friend," Jordan said.
"Thanks," I told him.
"Don't mention it," he said.
"I also think I have a counterpoint for our case, you see, we could argue that Mr. Fitzgerald is frustrated with the case, the obvious danger of the job coupled with impatience, pushed him to believe the rumors that you in fact were the killer. Officer Fitzgerald has no proof, so he fakes evidence and attempts to put you behind bars, we could also make the case that it would be impossible for you to be the killer, as you are a father of three who is struggling to make ends meet and keep his last son, Shaun content. It would be insane to suggest that a loving father of three who would give his life to protect children from the shadow, would ever be the one to commit the heinous crime, therefore it is quite clear and obvious that Mr. Fitzgerald is somehow involved in the missing children and attempted to cover his tracks, we could also argue that he was a part of the old guard and killed Alex, Ted, Sam, and James in an attempt to cover up the facts of the bite of '83 and Grives' criminal empire. In addition to this, perhaps Grives had a feud with Cartwright and sent Fitzgerald as a hit man to kill the orphans in order to send a message, implicating you and pushing blame away from himself, what do you think about that?" he asked me.
"Sounds good," I told him.
"All right, I'll talk to you later," he shook my hand.
"Good bye, Jordan," I said as he walked out of the room.
