Matt looked around the cell. Everyone was staring at him in the Freddy suit. He tried to ignore the stares but one guy caught his eye.

A much younger boy, much younger than him, only about 16, was staring not at the costume, but at Matt's face. On top of that, he looked incredibly suspicious. "Sir?" He asked him. Matt looked over. "Have we met?"

"Have you ever been to Freddy Fazbears as a kid?" Asked Matt.

"Yeah, my dad took me for every birthday." The boy laughed. "One time, we actually had to see a guy DIE. It was ridiculous. I tell you, that place breeds bad events."

"Like what?" Asked Matt.

The boy looked down and to the side. "Long story, but... my brother, he... died there."

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss. What was his name?" 

"Jake."

Matt's eyes went wide. Jake? Like, his son? It couldn't be...

"Peyton!" Yelled a voice down the hall. It was a woman's voice. A woman's voice he knew too well. A woman accompanied by a police officer came down the hallway. She ran up to the bars, meeting the boy there.

"Oh my god mom, I am so sorry, it was a stupid mistake, I was angry, I just-" The boy was cut off by the woman.

"Alright alright, it's okay for now, but we'll be having a serious talk when we get home, alright?" The boy nodded. The woman was about to turn to the cop, when she saw Matt at the back of the cell. "Matthew?"

Matt stood up and walked towards her. "Stephanie?"

Without a doubt, it was her. Matthew's ex-wife, Stephanie. And that boy in the cell with him was his son, Peyton. She looked so different. She had shorter hair, as if she had cut it and was growing it out again. Her skin was a little more tan, too. Matt figured that she just spent a lot more time outside than before.

"Wait a minute, Matthew? Like, my dad? Is that guy my dad?" Asked Peyton.

"Y-yes, he is. What are you doing in here?" She asked.

"I freaked out and threatened an employee." He shrugged. Technically it wasn't even a lie. "Look, Steph, I know we left on bad terms, but can you help me out here? Come on, please?"

Steph thought for a second. "Matt, I don't know..."

"Mom, please." Peyton begged. She looked at Matt one more time, then sighed. She turned to the police officer.

"Sir, I'm going to bail out this man, too."