Mike tapped his fingers on the table impatiently.
"Okay, uh, I'm back..."
"So, ya gonna tell me, or not?"
Chelsea hesitated.
"No."
Mike's jaw dropped.
"F-Fine, then!" He snapped. "I'm calling the cops!"
He heard Chelsea sigh.

He hung up and started to dial 911.

***

Chelsea sighed.
"This is it, then..." She whispered.
Melody walked over and hugged her.
"No. It's not the end." She whispered into her ear. A tear rolled down Chelsea's face.
"Yes, it is. Face it. I'm going to jail."
"No. You're not."
Melody let go of Chelsea and snatched the phone. She dialed Mike's number.
Mike picked up.

"What do you want?"
"Don't you dare call the cops, Mike, or else!"
"M-Melody?!"
"Yes, it's me, Mike. I've been here with Chelsea the whole time."
Silence.
"Fine, then. I won't call the cops..."
"Good."
Melody hung up.
She walked over to Chelsea. "He isn't gonna call the cops."
Chelsea looked up. She smiled slightly, though there was still tears rolling down her face.
"Th-Thanks..."
Melody just chuckled.

***
[Time Skip]
***

Mike sighed and glanced down at his watch. 10:36 PM.
He looked up and saw Melody looking at him. But then she just muttered something and looked away.
She had refused to speak to him ever since she'd returned from Chelsea's house.

"Uh, Melody, I gotta go to work..."
"See ya." She whispered, not sounding very interested.
He walked past her toward the door.
"Idiot.." She muttered under breath, just loud enough for Mike to hear.
"What'd you call me?!" Mike growled, turning to look at her.
"I called you an idiot." She growled, smirking a little bit.
"What'd I do!?"
"Oh, I dunno, tried to call the cops on your mother! She was crying, Mike!" She snapped.
Mike grunted and and walked up to the door. He opened the door and stepped out, breathing in the fresh air.

He sighed and walked toward his car.
This would be his fifth night at Freddy's.