4: Interview of a Animatronic
NOTES: This story was more depending on how you readers/writers/reviewers were going to react at the teaser at the end of Interview 3. More positive than negative and I do truly understand why some of you DON'T want me to continue this…as I agree, the story ended happily. But…like every series, you're gonna get a black sheep…I truly believe I can squeeze another story out of this…and if I do more, they would be spin-off's (Like "These Purple Hands"). Yes, this truly is the LAST sequel…it wasn't an easy decision to make…and I may lose some respect from you guys…but at the end of the day, I didn't realise this series would be my most popular of fanfictions… and it's you guys (Especially HazaChillzOut and CrazyBird101) that I have to thank…
Also this is a risk putting this on here as one of my stories got reported but hey-ho, the stories and this will be uploaded on other sites...and please, please PLEASE stop asking me to do a sequel to No Longer Alone…though I appreciate you liked it to even think it should have one…
Also, this story is more about mis-understanding than actual revenge with maybe some elements and also if the world could accept and react to humanoid animaltronics.
REAL NOTES: Bonnie is a girl, as you may already know. Freddy x Bonnie, Foxy x Vixen/Mangle and Mike x Chica….got a problem with this? Sod off! It's only a story!
Just in case… John and Daniel Kanes are my characters and the rest belong to Scott Cawthon. (Cheers for the games, Scott)
Rated M Straight away because of the content…
It was busy as you would expect in a downtown police station, phones were going off, files being faxed, sent, e-mailed…people writing down every detail of certain situations or crimes and people on the move. Officer Fan walked in the busy office, looking at some paperwork, he didn't see where he was going but he was generally careful and with ease he got to his desk, it was slightly messy with files but otherwise organized in his own way…Fan was a good cop, he normally stuck to the book and was always on the move to fight crime and rid the streets of scum, he has only shot one person in his 3 years as a police officer but never killed anyone, he always managed to calm down a frantic scene…but he slowed down recently, sticking to one case…sticking to one person…Mike Schmidt, a former Night Guard…that was Fan's first job, meeting Mike and he was with his mentor and now proper partner, Officer Fone…
Though he knew Mike was in prison, he couldn't help but remember when he first met him…banged up in bandages in hospital.
FLASHBACK
NURSE:Mr Schmidt…these police officers would like to see you now…
MIKE:(Sighs) Yeah…sure…
The nurse nodded and indicated to two police officers in their full uniform and they both entered the room. The nurse showed them in and then left.
FONE:Mr Schmidt…?
Mike hesitantly turned around and just looked at them without a care in the world.
FONE:Mr. Schmidt…(Points to the other office) I'm Officer Fone and this is Officer Fan…we're here to ask you a couple of questions regarding your restaurant…
MIKE:Obviously…
FONE:It'll only be a few questions, sir…
MIKE:Fine.
FONE:Can you please tell us, what exactly happened to your restaurant, Mr Schmidt…why this happened to your business?
MIKE:Well…get your book out and write this down…because frankly, I'm not sure where to fucking begin…
END FLASHBACK
Officer Fan knew that Mike was distraught at losing his restaurant and business but something about Mike gave fan the creeps…like, he wasn't normally…this made Fan's opinion even more so convincing that Mike was crazy when he kept mentioning a…purple machine..? A robot that had…flesh around its endo-skeleton. Yep, Mike was crazy…and then he went on to kill Freddy Fazbear Junior…Fan remember Mike saying that it was an animatronic that killed Junior but evidence was piled up and Mike was found guilty…
Fan couldn't help being obsessed with Mike's case though…it was quite unique. Fan went through more paper work and then read an article about how Mike stopped a killer, John Kanes…and then killed Daniel Kane in defence…Fan thought that killing these two gentleman triggered off an obsession…to kill…and now with children going missing and then popping up dead in an alley…Fan just couldn't help but think that they were…connected somehow…but they can't be, Mike is in prison…bodies turning up not far from the abandon horror attraction building…but surly it's was a mere coincidence…but no evidence could be found, only how the victims were killed…strangled and skulls cracked…no finger prints…
Fan dropped the article down and then rubbed his face, he was tired and just looked at all the files in front of him….and then he looked at three picture frames, sitting on his desk…one was his wife and daughter at the beach, making silly poses…he never cared for sensible portraits…he figured it seemed to be an illusion to stand around posing, it's just better to be natural and having fun, naturally making silly faces to the camera…the other picture was just his daughter smiling, a lost tooth on her top set of teeth…and the third picture was of him and Chris Cake, sitting at a bar, pints in their hands and surrounded by other people…Fan and Cake were together, shoulder to shoulder, smiling…and looking happy…
Cake went on to be a reporter, a journalist…and he too was fascinated with Mike's case but the only difference was that Cake believed Mike to be innocent…Fan wasn't convinced though.
Fan picked the picture up and chuckled, the picture was taken about four years ago before they both went to do their own profession.
Just then an officer came up to Fan, holding some paperwork…it was his partner, Officer Fone.
FONE: Still looking at Mr. Schmidt's profile, eh?
FAN: (Sighs) Yeah…
FONE: Get over it, Fan. He's banged up to rights…Christ, lad, it's been three years…
FAN: I know…I know…
FONE: Why the obsession?
FAN: Oh, it's my…friend. He's interviewing him for a paper…he thinks Mr. Schmidt innocent…and it's just made me…you know, look back at the man we've sent to jail…
FONE: Well, it sounds like this friend of yours need his head screwed on! (Fan frowns at this) Now, look lively! (Chucks paper work on Fan's desk) Here…number twelve!
FAN: T…Twelve…?
FONE: Yep, fucking number twelve! Twelfth victim…a six year old…
FAN: Shit…
FONE: Once again…no evidence…no finger prints, no DNA of some sort, no clothes material and no witnesses…zilch, nothing!
FAN: (Sighs sadly) We're obviously not doing our jobs correctly…those poor kids…
FONE: Maybe if someone wasn't obsessing over a man on death row, then-
FAN: (Points) Don't blame me, just DON'T!
FONE: Calm down, rookie! (His phone goes off) Yes, this is Fone…(Pause) What…? (Pause) You're fucking joking...how? (Pause and nods) Right…okay, me and Fan are on our way…(Hangs up) Well, shit…
FAN: What..?
FONE: Looks like your "man" has escaped from prison!
FAN: What…? E-Escaped?
FONE: Yeah! Maybe he knows about these killings!
FAN: Whoa, whoa… hang on, how and where did he escape to?
FONE: I doubt very much Mr Schmidt fucking told anybody, Fan! Come on let's go!
Fan quickly grabbed his hat and followed Fone out of the room.
Roughly an hour later.
Fone and Fan arrived at the scene, forensics were already there, one was taking pictures, a few others were sweeping the area for finger prints. Another policeman was writing something in his note book…a body in a black bag was taken away on a trolley, Fan couldn't help but notice the amount of blood the bag was covered in…but nowhere near as bad as the cell that Mike was in.
FONE: Jesus Christ! What the hell happened in here?
POLICEMAN: Well, from what we can tell…there was a struggle…maybe a rape in process…
FAN: Rape? What, by Mike Schmidt?
POLICEMAN: No…the prison guard doing night duty…the other prison guard found him…with no penis…
FONE: (Disbelieve) Say that again…
POLICEMAN: He…uh…the prison guard was found dead…his…penis was…ripped off, not to mention the massive stab wounds in his face…seemed to have caused by a…hook of some sort…
FAN: A hook? Weren't the cells checked before lights out!
POLICEMAN: Yeah…but…the weapon didn't come from here…we believe Mike had an assistant…
FAN: I…see…
POLICEMAN: If you look at the cell next door, you'll see the bars from the window were cut off.
Fan and Fone looked at each other and went to the cell next door, they spotted the window…some blood spots were on the brick wall…Fone walked in the cell first and went straight to the window…and looked out.
FONE: That…is impossible. No way could he've survived that drop!
Just then, Fan's phone was going off…he quickly looked at it…the name "Cake" appeared on the screen, he then took the call….but then realized it was a missed call…and it was just a message…he shrugged and played back the message.
The speaker from the other line was rustling…like the phone was in the pocket…Fan quickly established this was the case and was ready to hand up…but then he heard some voices…they were faint…but clear enough to just understand them…though, one of the voices was Cake's…
VOICE:Thank you…
CAKE:You…you don't want to thank me…
VOICE:I do…thanks for believing in me…you're a trust worthy friend…
CAKE:Uh…I'll be needing that lighter back…so, don't lose it…
VOICE:I won't lose it.
Wait, that was…Mike's voice…it must've been…
FEMALE VOICE:BE CAREFUL, MIKEY!
PIRATE VOICE?:Arr…we should've told him our plan!
GRUFF VOICE:I doubt…he would've liked it anyway…
FEMALE VOICE:I still say…we change to plan B.
CAKE:Yes, Chica…I agree, plan B sounds…better…
PIRATE VOICE?:What da…whatta' doin', laddie?
CAKE:Change…of plans…
PIRATE VOICE?:Ye better put the gun down, laddie…
CAKE:No! I can't let you do this to Mike! You'll kill him!
FEMALE VOICE:I've already said…if Mike dies and…the Passover doesn't work…then…I will let you kill me. Please, Cake…we need your help…
CAKE:No, I won't be a part of it…
FEMALE VOICE:Please, Chris!
CAKE:NO!
GRUFF VOICE:Chris, we know you worked for Guy Kanes…
CAKE:Wha…what…?
GRUFF VOICE:We know…you worked for the same News team as him.
CAKE:How…h-how…?
GRUFF VOICE:We have face reconizsion date.
PIRATE VOICE?:Aye…and if Mikey ever found out…
CAKE:(Laughs sarcastically) Blackmail…your blackmailing me…
FEMALE VOICE:No…we just want your help…
CAKE:By blackmailing me…
FEMALE VOICE:Please, Chris…we just want your help…we trust you and believe me we could've killed you the moment you walked through those cabin doors…
CAKE:Why didn't you?
GRUFF VOICE:Because you didn't lie about yourself…you wasn't pretending to be anyone else and the fact Mike's gained your trust is good enough for us.
CAKE:What…do you want me to do?
FEMALE VOICE:You won't like it but…you need to shoot Mike…
CAKE:(Shocked) What? WHY?
FEMALE VOICE:So Guy thinks you're still working for him…and that he thinks he's winning the battle…
CAKE:This…is insane.
FEMALE VOICE:Please…
CAKE:FINE! I'LL…(Calmer) I'll do it…
CHICA:Thank you…
There was more rustling noise, the sounds getting louder as the phone is being rubbed against the material…but then it all sounds clear like it was taken out of the pocket.
CAKE: (Whispers) Gary…Mike is innocent…he's innocent…come to the abandon horro-
FEMALE VOICE:Who are you calling?
CAKE:Uh…uh…my wife…
*Phone hangs up*
FAN: What the…? The horror…attraction…?
FONE: Well? Who was that, Gary? (Fan just looked at Fone, he gasped a little and turned around to leave the cell…leaving Fone dumbstruck) Officer Fan, where the hell are you going? Get back here, now!
FAN: I gotta go! I think my friend is in trouble. (Now thinking to himself) Oh, Schmidt…if you've done anything to Chris…I kill you…I swear to God…I-I'll kill you!
But…who were the other voices belonging too?
NOTES: Right, I won't be updating this for a while as I want to finish off "These Purple Hands"…for now, take care.