Interview 5: End of an Interview
NOTES: Well, I'm gonna do it, this is the fifth and last one. Though the first chapter some of you may have seen, I've put all the "dreams" into one chapter. Don't expect all chapters to be this long though.
This is set roughly a month after Interview 4.
I don't own the characters, they belong to Scott: The Creator.
Some may not understand what's going on, so it's probably best to read the other previous stories.
WARNING: Contains (Somewhat, I suppose) disturbing content, lots of swearing and dream violence. Then again if you've read my other stories, this shouldn't surprise you.
Straight away an "M-Rated" fiction, I'd be in denial if I could keep it a T-Rating…no chance…
The area was just a white blank canvas...until the mist started to die down. A man in a purple suit was sitting down at a table. A half-full bottle of wine and a glass on the table. The purple guy was reading a book, he nodded becoming interested what he was reading...he then looked up and see's...you...the reader...
He smiles and puts the book down.
GUY: Oh, hello there. I guess you wondering what I'm doing here...well, that's not my problem...you can't stop thinking about me...it's all in your head, this isn't real...
You can curse all you want...you can't get rid of me...it's all in your subconscious, which is what I'm reading about. Oh, a fascinating read, it really is...
Here, let me tell you what I've learnt...
The subconscious mind is a composite of everything one sees, hears and any information the mind collects that it cannot otherwise consciously process to make meaningful sense. The conscious mind cannot always absorb disconnected information, as it would be an information overload, so the subconscious mind stores this information where it can be retrieved by the conscious mind when it needs to defend itself for survival.
A precise example of the subconscious mind at work and related phenomena can be found in a book written by psychoanalyst Gavin De Becker, the very book I'm reading, "The Gift of Fear". He describes how a victim "knew something was wrong", but initially discredited her own instinct/subconscious mind, opting instead to respond to the perceived threat in a normal, "socially acceptable" manner, completely ignoring that the subconscious mind tried to tell the conscious mind "that something is wrong." De Becker tapped into the mind of the victim regarding her "prior awareness by the subconscious mind that caused her to act instinctively" allowing her to realize that the perpetrator was going to kill her. The analyst brought her conscious mind to recognize how her subconscious was working on her conscious mind, by eliciting her original "inner thoughts/voice" through a series of events to which her subconscious mind ultimately drove her conscious mind to behave in such a manner as to protect her from being killed. Gavin was able to elicit her subconscious mind's recognition of a dangerous situation that compelled her conscious mind to act to save her through its basic survival instinct, bringing to the victim's conscious mind that it was the "subtle signal that warned her." The victim describes this as an unrecognized fear that drove her to act, still unaware consciously of precisely why she was afraid. Her conscious mind had heard the words, "I promise I won't hurt you, while her subconscious mind was calculating the situation much faster than the conscious mind could make sense out of WHY the fear was there. The victim stated that "the animal inside her took over."
So, is this how I affect you? Do you fear me? Even when I'm DEAD?
No...?
Mr Schmidt fears me...oh yes, he does...
He may have killed me off, for good, he may have got rid of me physically...
BUT...he hasn't got rid of me mentally...
Things like this and NIGHTMARES can make a man go insane...
...so insane, he may harm his family...
…
Mike's Dream
So, Mr Schmidt…what is your Achilles heel?
Mike was lying on the grass, under a blossom filled tree…the sun was bright and the sky as a lovely clear blue and not a cloud in sight. As he lied there, he felt a small breeze crawl around his body, his human self. He sighed happily and felt the blades of the grass tickle between his fingers…he was relaxed…the sound of the birds tweeting sang beautifully and the stream he was lying near was very therapeutic as the water flowed at a steady current. He didn't want to leave…he sometimes missed being human and it's his dreams where he feels he can be…normal…
His ears pricked as he heard his name…
"Mikey…Mikey…"
He knew that voice, that sweet accent of his love…he rolled over to his front and turned to see his beloved Chica, standing a few yards away from him, waving at him…next to her was a little yellow tiger cub, he had a little circle black marking around his right eye, this cub was also waving back at Mike…this cub, of course, was his son, Tyger…Ty for short. Mike smiled and waved back.
"Go to daddy, sweetie" encouraged Chica to her son. Ty smiled happily clumsily running to his father. At this point Mike stood up, dusting the dried dead grass of him and then running to his son, meeting him half way…
But then…dark grey clouds appeared…thunder was starting to form, the sound rumble very quickly. Mike noticed this, slightly concerned on how quick things changed. His surrounding started to turn grey, dead looking…the tree losing its leaves, the water in the stream turning into a red liquid. Mike then looked at his son who was oblivious to what was going on…purple lighting strike, shooting at the tree, the impact cracked and crashed, pushing Mike of his feet…the tree was on fire, the leaves burning, dying, quickly turning into ash…Mike got up, a little shaken…his son was still running towards him…the ground opened up underneath the child…now the child knew…Ty fell into the hole but quickly grabbing some grass and grasping the edge of the hole…Ty screamed for his daddy. Mike didn't hesitate and run towards Ty.
"DADDY?!"
"HOLD ON, TY!" Shouted Mike.
The dried grass and dirt broke, Ty losing his grip, started to fall, Mike jumped and with the last minute grabbed his son but the wrist, Ty jerked and looked up to his father, tears started to roll from his eyes…Mike took a quick glance at this hole…red hot lava was at the bottom…lumps of dirt, ripping and falling into this lava pit…Mike's weight was pushing against the edge, slowly crumbling. Ty was panicking, almost loosing Mike's grip, Mike stretched his other hand out…Ty tried to swing his other hand but he was too frightened. Mike gasped and huffed…he then looked up to Chica…who was just standing there.
"Chica…h-help me…" cried Mike.
She didn't respond, except smiling back at him…
"Chica!" Cried Mike again. "Our son, Chica! Help me! Our s-son…"
"Let him fall, Mikey…" Chica said very robotically and evil, almost a glitch in her voice. Mike questioned this with a gasp; he frowned at her, disbelieving what he just heard from her. "Let him fall"
"Chica, for God sake, what's wrong with you? This is our, SON!"
"He's better off dead, Mikey...I don't need him…I don't WANT him!"
"C-Chica…you…y-you don't mean that…"
"…I don't want you…" she said.
"Please, Chica…" said Mike, near to tears. "Don't mean this…it's…it's not you!"
Ah, I believe I found your weakness, Mr Schmidt…
Just then, the lava started to rise and then formed a shaped…clearly a body at first, growing arms but the waist still attached to the flowing lava, the body was massive, long ears started to form, a snout and dented round teeth appeared…purple eyes.
"No…NO!" Shouted Mike. Ty was crying, trying to shake his body away from the lava figure, Mike could feel the heat…his skin slowly going red…Ty was starting to smoke…his yellow plastic outer body was turning black…
The lava figured laughed and looked straight at Mike.
You…don't want to lose your family…that is your weakness…it's all you've got left, without them, you've got…NOTHING! The loss of family…and being alone…
"STAY AWAY FROM US! YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE DEAD!
Never in your dreams though…shall I put my theory to test?
The lava figure then stretched out his arms and grabbed the young cub, this lava hands burning through Ty's body with ease, the plastic coating melting like butter, the young cub screamed in pain, Mike tried to pull him, but the purple eyed lava figure pulled as well, sparks flew…Ty screamed again…both his eyes were dripping oil through them.
Ah, a scream coming from an animatronic cub…how…satisfying…
The lava figure then put his arm over the young cubs mouth…Ty's eyes were wide open, the heat setting fire to his oil tears, the fire burning quick…the lava hand pushed against the young animatronics' mouth, burning and melting the face…the screams stopped instantly…Mike tried pulling, the heat was unbearable, his skin started to bubble and burn…then Ty's arm melted off, the wires sparked…the plastic coating was just like slime…The lava figure hugged the unrecognizable, melting cub…and the child dissolved into the lava…gone.
Mike stood up, straying away from the heat…he noticed he was still holding onto Ty's melt arm…it was twitching.
You will lose your family, Mr Schmidt…mark my words…you will lose them. Maybe, you'll harm them…
Mike started to cry…but he felt a presence behind him….he turned around and gasped at the sight of Chica…her jaw was disfigured…her left eye was missing and the one that remained shown yellow but a very dirty dull yellow. Mike assessed her looks…she was withered, arms missing…her smile showing huge long sharp teeth, all around her jaw…this was not the same Chica he knew and loved…he backed away…all he could hear was the laughter of the purple eyed lava figure.
Chica then leaped towards Mike…she opened her jaw and clamped down on Mike's head, her fang like teeth, crushing through his skull, blood spat out, his head cracking like an egg, he screamed…skull snapped, brain and flesh pushing out between the gaps in Chica's teeth…Mike screamed, his eyes burst-
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Mike shot up and panted heavily…cold sweat was surrounding him…he jolted before he could come to terms where he was…in his bedroom. Without a second thought, he turned around to see Chica…sleeping next to him, with a comfy smile across her face. Mike panted even more…he gasped in relief…holding his head in his hands…he wanted to cry, he moaned…it was a dream, a nightmare…
MIKE: It's…it's just a nightmare…just a nightmare. (Still panting) Why…? Why am I having these? Why can't I just…why can't I get Guy out of my head…?
Suddenly having a change of thought, he was rather surprised he didn't wake Chica, who normally wakes up with him when he has nightmares…yes, he's had lots but this was the worst one he's ever had…the first one that involved his son being killed…though the nightmare was right…he wouldn't know what he would do without his family…he'd be lost.
Mike wiped the sweat of his brow with the sheets, he came to the reality that he was an animatronic, a black panther…he sighed…he did miss being human but he took no regrets, this way he could be with Chica forever. He looked over at her again…she was very peaceful, this did make him smile a little…but he couldn't get back to sleep, or on the fact he wouldn't…not with the nightmare he had. He gently got off the bed…rubbed his face and slowly exit the bedroom, not making a sound.
As he left the bedroom, he flicked on a light switch, he went to the room next door…it was already opened, he gently pushed it and the door creaked…but not too loud. He peaked his head around the door and had enough light that shone through onto a white cot…his son was a sleep…his pacifier gently being suckled on…the little cub squeaked a little and turned. Mike smiled…he was thankful the child didn't wake up.
MIKE: Sweet dreams, son, hope yours are better than mine.
The child produced a little smile and Mike chuckled quietly, he then closed the door gently but not fully. Mike again sighed and headed to the kitchen.
ABOUT FIVE MINUTES LATER.
Mike was sitting at the kitchen table, he was tapping the table in a rhythm with his fingers, deep in thought…he then looked at a mobile.
QUICK FLASHBACK
At the front, Officer Fan was leaving the cabin. Mike and Chica were seeing him off. Fan was holding a few cassettes…he was about to get in his car but then clicked his fingers.
FAN:Just remembered something. (Pulls out a phone from his pocket) If you and Chica need anything, call me with this. (Passes Mike the phone who looks at it) It has my extension number on it, wherever I am, it'll get through to me and only me…I'm serious Mike, if you or Chica ever need anything or even just to talk…ring me, it doesn't matter what time…I'll answer it.
END OF FLASHBACK.
Mike hesitated at first…it was late, maybe too late to be calling Fan…but Mike wanted to talk to someone, his dreams were getting worse and it's not like he could speak to a doctor or anything. He picked up the phone…went into the contacts that only had Fan's number on it…he tapped the screen…and then the phone started to ring.
While the dial tones were ringing from the other end…Mike started to cry…
…
Chica's Dream
So Chica, you ugly duckling…what's your Achilles heel?
The cabin looked unusually beautiful and clean, it somehow sparkled as if polish had gone all over the wooden finish. Chica always tried to make the cabin cleaned but her speciality was in the kitchen, she just loved to cook…as she was impressed with the state the cabin was in, she decided to check out the kitchen…the corridor was also nice and clean and bright but this wasn't caused by natural sunlight as they didn't have windows nor were the lights on…it was just…bright…
This didn't seemed to faze Chica as much, all she wanted to do was check out the kitchen. It was how she excepted it…clean but it was "used" or at least being used…some food was cooking, it actually smelled great.
Chica took a massive inhale of the aroma; it seemed to be some sort of stew, a meaty stew. The huge pot was boiling, almost to the broil…she questioned who started this cooking, as it was a little strange to be cooking anything, considering her and Mike don't actually eat much and up to nothing at all.
Still, it smelt great… she was only used to smelling pizza's cook up in the oven, the burgers on the grill and the chips frying.
She looked around and no one was about…even in her own home, it felt like she was invading someone else's property. Soon afterwards she shrugged and decided to check the pot, the closer she got the stronger her senses became within her beak. She licked her lips…maybe a little taste wouldn't harm anyone, she remembered Mike telling her the story about the three bears and goldilocks and how she ate their puddings and slept in their beds…she giggled, she couldn't wait to try it.
She opened the lid, exposing the escaped steam from the pot, she flapped her hand about to clear the steam…she looked in and could see this almost thick stew boiling nicely…a few potatoes bobbing on the surface…just then a strange smell took her back…it smelt of…burning plastic…she puzzled at this sense, it must've been a mistake but then the aroma of meat and veg replace it with a sense of delight…something else was bobbing in the stew…something…white…small…round
She grabbed a spoon anyway and dipped it in, stirring it a little and took a spoonful, picking up this round white thing with it…she puckered her lips and opened up…just then, she noticed another colour on it…pink…red…veining, it floated on her spoon…greyed blue pupil…her eyes opened in horror…
A human eye…
She screamed and chucked it across the room and it splattered across the wall like a burst water balloon…whilst turning around to get rid of this sick ingredient, she noticed a figure standing in front of her…this figured walked closer…it had something else attached to it but this was just the shadows making the figure look odd. Chica breathed heavily…keeping an eye on the figure, he came into light…and it was Guy Kanes.
CHICA: (Shaking her head) No…no, NO!
GUY: Yes, it's me…
CHICA: But your…your…?
GUY: Dead? Appears so…
Chica noticed a little figure, walking beside him, a yellow figure…a kitten…her son. She gasped at this sight. Guy was holding tightly around Ty's neck at the back, he was whimpering and had bruising across his yellow face. Chica got teary eyed at the sight of this.
GUY: I see you were trying my lovely stew. (Takes a smell) Smells good…want to know the ingredient? Its children…cut up little children. (Smiles) Oh, they taste so good…(Closes his eyes bits his lip) they…always taste good…
CHICA: Let…l-let go of my son…
GUY: I'm not touching him…we've…been past that…
CHICA:I can see your holding him, you bastard! Let…let go of him, NOW!
GUY: (Smiles, looks down at Ty) Do you want to go back to your mommy? (Ty nods and was about to cry) Fine…off you go…
Ty tries to move but can't…Guy was still gripping him around the neck. Each time Ty tried to move, he whimpered even more and Guy gripped the grasp even more, Chica found this frustrating and upsetting at the same time, she could see what Guy was doing…
GUY: (At Ty) Well? Gone on then…go back to mommy. (Ty struggles even more but Guy won't let go…he then looks at Chica) Aw, I guess he doesn't love you anymore…don't you love your mommy anymore?
CHICA: JUST STOP THIS! LET HIM GO!
GUY: I'm afraid I can't.
CHICA: WHY? WHY NOT?
GUY: I need to know what makes you…weak…
CHICA: Wha…what…?
GUY: And besides…Ty is the final ingredient.
With that, Guy grabs hold of Ty's head and slams against the hard counter edge, the first impact cracking over his face, she cries in pain…Chica screams, running towards them both, Guy's eyes glow purple and suddenly Chica is lifted and pushed off her feet and slams against the wall…Ty was still screaming but becomes more silent when his face is smashed against the counter the second time, the face pushed in and badly damaged…the eyes falling out of the sockets and wires spark…Guy twists the head and the neck snaps with ease…and then becomes unattached.
Chica was dazed, her eye sight was beginning to come together…she looked up…Ty was dead, his head in Guy's hands…Guy looked over to her and smiled, his purple eyes still glowing…he then then cracks open Ty's head with the third forceful slam on the counter…and like a cracked egg shell, she pours the oil contents into the boiling pot.
GUY: This will taste better now…
He starts stirring the pot…the stew starts turning black…
Chica starts crying, tears roll down her yellow cheek.
CHICA: This…t-this isn't real…this is j-just a…n-nightmare…
GUY: So long as you're afraid…it doesn't matter to me!
Guy then lifts up the pot with ease and drops it next to Chica. He then grabs her plastic feather quivers and pulls her head back…he then dips his ladle into the black liquid stew. The residue spills out of the cup-grasp ladle and bits of flesh and plastic flow with it.
GUY: What was your motto again, Chica? Something to do with eating, was it? Something simple…something like…what you said to MY BROTHER? LET'S EAT, WAS IT? Well, then…let's eat…
Guy then shoves the ladle into Chica's mouth, she tried to resist but the force broke into her beak, some black liquid splashing over her face but Guy managed to stuff her mouth with the ladle…Guy them lifted her up by the neck, pushing her back…the liquid and ladle blocking her throat, resisting to swallow…Guy pushed the ladle in further…it was never about swallowing now…it was trying to breath…she started to spark a little…glitch a bit…and Guy just smiled at her suffering. She couldn't breathe…she started to choke…she inhaled but the liquid went the wrong way…drowning…she was drowning…blocked throat and yet…drowning…suffocation.
GUY: ARE YOU EATING NOW, CHICA? LET'S PARTY!
Chica's eyes rolled back…Guy clenched his fist and he pulled back…ready to punch…at full speed and force, the punch cracked through her head.
NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Chica shot up, cold sweat and sticky oil like substance was dripping from her…she gasped, trying to get her breath back…she realized she was breathing normally and tried to get a normal rhythm pattern going. Chica looked around and realized she was in the bedroom…it was just thankfully a nightmare but one that felt so real…but was glad to be awake, she went to curl beside Mike but he wasn't next to her…the door was slightly opened and figured he just got up and went to the lounge. She sighed, wiping the sweat off her and decided to look for Mike.
First, though, she went to check on Ty…the cute little kitten was still asleep, how he didn't wake up from her scream was anybody's guess but if the little fella was asleep then all was good. She continued down the hallway to find Mike. He wasn't in the lounge but was in the kitchen instead, she was about to talk to him…but noticed he was on the phone, there was only one number on that phone and even though she knew who Mike was calling, she couldn't help but feel it was too late to be calling anybody…but then she noticed he was making little sounds…whimpering sounds…Mike was crying…
MIKE: (The phone is still ringing) Oh, Fan…please pick up the phone…please...I need your help…p-please pick up…please…
Chica walked behind and then put his arm around him, he startled at first but was relieved it was her, he embraced her touch….the phone was going off.
MIKE: (A tad jumpy) Oh…Chica…I've…h-had a nightmare again.
CHICA: So, have I honey, so have I.
MIKE: You know I'd never hurt you, right?
CHICA: Of course, why'd you say that, Mikey?
MIKE: I'm just…worried that…(Just then, Fan picks up from the other end)
FAN: Hello…?
…
Fan's Dream
So, Fan…what is your Achilles heel?
Dusty grey, concrete steps.
Panting.
Sweating…
The gear was just to heavy…
Normally this would be a breeze for Fan, carrying his heavy equipment and his bullet proof vest on, weather it was in training or an actual situation…in this case, it was all to real, this was a matter of life and death but the equipment was unusually heavy, making Fan weaker and weaker as he climbed the stairs…other cops were following him, all dressed in protective clothing and helmets, they looked like the swat team but on a smaller bases. Fan looked up, the square-like spiral staircase looking like it could go on for miles and miles…he even lost count of how many floors he had passed. His breathing was getting heavier but he had a job to do…even though, he couldn't actually remember what it was…
It was if the other floors had disappeared and in front of him and two other cops was a door, it looked out of place, it looked brand new as if someone had only just installed it. Fan coarsely and very slowly held out his hand to open the door, this had his heart race a little…God knows what was behind that door…His thick leather gloves gripped the door knob…he turned it…it squeaked…
*BANG*
Fan heard the sound zoom pass his ears, this sound smacking into one of the cop's helmets, the plastic glass face shield shattered and blood burst from the cop's face…Fan ducked down in a flash, he turned to see a bullet hole was in the door. The second cop screamed in panic…
Fan crawled and put himself against the wall while the second cop, cocked up his shot gun and blasted the door in a frantic scream, shouting in anger for his fallen comrade. The shotgun blast made the wooden door exploded in to little bits of chippings, the shotgun shell spreading all over the door…the noise was loud, the second cop pumped up his shotgun and again aimed at the door…
FAN:(Shouting over the noise) STAND DOWN, DAMN IT!
The cop couldn't hear him…Fan waved his arm to get the police officers attention. Third blast to the door seemed to be enough to make a point to whoever was behind that door. The dust and smoke died down.
Silence.
Fan didn't like this…it was all too quiet.
COP: I think…I got him. (Smiles) I got him!
Within seconds small bursts of blood were spread over the polices officers body, ripping through the vest like butter, also taking a bullet through the jaw, pushing teeth out with it…Fan yelp in shock, the sound of a mini gun still ringing through his ears, as the cops body was ripped by the bullet impacts, the sounds of the screaming cop only lasted seconds as his life was taken away…the body smacked wetly on the concrete floor. Fan couldn't believe what he was seeing…never in this fashion were police officers so stupid to still be standing after a door had been shot at…this was a Hollywood movie with a cheesy over confident police officer…Fan's breathing got the best of him…but he had a job to do but first he wanted back up…he pulled out his talkie and called in.
FAN: (Frantic) Officers down, officers! I need back up immediately, I need it NOW!
All he got was static, no voice from anyone else.
FAN: For Christ sake, I've got two officers down, I need an ambulance, right now!
The static got louder but it sounded like it was trying to locate a connection…it then stopped…silence again…Fan checked the power light, maybe he had ran out of power…no, it was still red…he then noticed the digits on the screen were going funny…producing random numbers…some with four digits, then six...Fan noticed, even if it was a flash, that the digits read 06:00…his walkie talkie was going mental, maybe a signal failure…then the power light went purple…it never went purple before…
The talkie was still silent…but then some static-like breathing was heard…then a voice…a broken raspy voice…like the voice of a dying man…
Tomorrow…is another day…
Fan dropped the device…it began to static again. Fan then kicked it away…he remembered that sentence…he remembered his parents telling him that…the day before the party…
Fan then saw the screen of his talkie device flash…it glitched and then produced…1987…
The party…? 1987…?
The…bite…
Fan shook his head, maybe he was imagine this and it was getting the best of him, he gritted his teeth and held his gun tightly, he shot up and kicked the door down…he was about to shoot in all directions but noticed he was in a room…a bedroom…a child's bedroom…
His bedroom.
He lowered his gun…he gasped at the sight of it, it definitely WAS his room…he must be dreaming.
He noticed the lights were off, he quickly went over to switch them on…but they wouldn't work. He turned his light on from his gun and pointed it all over the place. He shined it to a certain calendar…it was marked in red, with a few circles leading up to an end of a week…"5 days till the party"…
FAN:No…it can't be…
He looked around…he went up to one of the doors, it was still dark in the hallway and even his light was luminating the room, he pushed the door open, it creaked a little…the only sound to come out. It was deadly silent. His gun held high, he slowly walked down the corridor…as he was edging towards another room, he could hear some whimpering, a woman's cry…then a male voice.
MALE VOICE: (Slightly faint) Please, please just let them go! Take me, take me!
This was all strange and Fan backed off at this rate…but it was a sign of trouble, someone was in trouble, his instincts told him to check it out. He took a deep breath as he approached the door. The voices were loud this time.
FEMALE VOICE: (Crying) No, don't…don't do this!
MALE VOICE: Come on, you coward! Take me and let them GO!
That voice sounded familiar to Fan…it…it can't be…who he thinks it is, can it?
Fan shook his head, he didn't hesitate and kicked down the door but before he could react to anything, he saw a white flash and a loud deafening bang blast in his ears…and then a pain in his neck…
The next thing he knew he was on the floor, the pain numbing his neck and struggled to speak or let out any sound at all. He dropped his gun and held tightly on his neck…he had been shot. He stayed calm…this wasn't the first time he'd been shot but he had to keep his composure, considering he could feel the blood exit him…he gasped some air and looked up…he couldn't react to what he saw, except another intake of struggled air…he saw three figures, sitting on their knees, hands tied behind bodies and black-clothed bags over their heads.
MALE FIGURE: Who's that? What's going on?
FEMALE FIGURE: Fritz? Fritz are you still here? Speak to me, honey!
CHILD: Yes, I'm here…I…I'm scared mommy!
FEMALE FIGURE: It's alright, honey…everything's gonna be okay, you hear me?
FAN: (Struggles) F…F-Fritz…? Claire.…?
MALE FIGURE: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? TAKE THESE BAGS OFF US AND SHOW YOURSELF!
FAN: C…Chris…?
Just then a shadowy figure appeared behind the kneeled-down prisoners…Fan could only just make out that he was wearing a purple suit…he remembered in the piled-up files about a man in purple…called Guy Kanes. This man smiled and held up a gun towards the child's head.
GUY: (To Fan) Congratulations, Fan! You can be the one to explain to your friend why this beautiful child and this whore had to die!
CAKE: Wait, Fan's here-?
*BANG*
The trigger was pulled and blood spat through the bullet out made in the bag, the child's body flopped lifeless. The woman started to scream and tried to move as did the male figure.
CAKE: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
The screaming soon stopped straight after the gun shot was made. Fan watched helplessly as he saw this female's body twitch a little and slump to the floor. Fan's blood was flowing out at a slow pace but his body was becoming drained. The man tied up started to panic in anger.
CAKE: NOOO! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I'LL…I'LL KILL YOU! YOU FUCKING-…
GUY: (To the tied up victim) Don't blame me. (Pulls off the bag, revealing it to be Cake) BLAME HIM!
The man looks at his family, he starts to whimper…he cries at the sight of their blood pooling around their heads. Tears flooded his eyes and rolling down his cheeks…the lump in his throat becoming painful.
CAKE: No…no…my family…(Gasps) MY FAMILY!
GUY: (To Cake) He did this! He was supposed to be your friend! He was supposed to rescue you…he failed! He failed badly!
CAKE: Why didn't you rescue them? (Fan tries to speak, he is dumbfounded…but no sound comes out) Why didn't you save ME?
Fan coughs out more blood, the harder he tried to talk the more painful he felt around his neck…his sight was starting to faze out, he closed his eyes…tears coming out…
CAKE: You failed them…YOU FAILED ME!
Fan then looked up and saw Cake above, looking down at him…Cake then raised his foot and stamped on Fan's head…the pain was real…it felt all to real…he heard his skull crack. Another stamp to the head, the eye socket cracking, blood and watered down black fluid pushed through the eye…Fan made a pathetic attempt to scream but it was nothing but wet gurgle. The purple guy then kneels down next to Fan.
GUY: You're afraid you let Chris Cake down…you're afraid from letting anyone else down. You will fail everyday now…you can't save everyone…not anymore! Forever a failure…FOREVER!
Fan blinked and sighed sadly…he did, of course…fail…and then his skull was crushed as blood squeezed through ripped flesh from the force of Cake's heavy boots.
AH, SHIT!
Fan screamed as loud as he could, he shot up and sat up covered in cold sweat, which was slowly dripping from him. He had nightmares before but nothing as real as that…the pain felt so real…his chest felt tight. He gathered his breathing in a calm manner. He quickly knew he was in his room and that this was real…and not a dream.
FAN: (Sigh) God damn… nightmares…
He slumped back onto his pillow…the slight panic heating him up, so he moved the covers down to his waist just to get a bit of air on his skin. He thought about his dream…he thought about his friend…Chris Cake…
Just then, his mobile started to ring, vibrating at first. He picked it up and looked at the bright screen glowing at him…it was Mike. Fan figured something was up to be calling at this time and with no hesitation, he answered the phone.
FAN: Hello…? (Mike was crying from the other side of the line) Mike? Mike, what's wrong is everything okay?
MIKE: (Still crying) N-No…I had a…a n-nightmare…and Chica…
FAN: A nightmare?
MIKE: Y-Yes…now I know it sounds stupid, I'm a grown adult and I'm fucking s-scared of a stupid fucking dream…but this…b-but this was…
FAN: (Agreeing and sighs) Real?
MIKE: (Surprised) …yes, yes, real! It was…real…
FAN: I just had one to…it was messed up…it felt like I was there.
MIKE: Yes, same here.
FAN: I was leading a squad in a derelict building but…they were killed and then suddenly my equipment started glitching, a date of the year when the bite happened…and then Cake appeared in my dream, along with Claire and Fritz…but…that purple freak convinced Cake it was my fault for letting him die…and then…well, I honestly can't remember the rest…to be frank, I'd rather not remember…
MIKE: Mine…i-involved Guy Kanes as well…Chica was possessed, while me and my son were in trouble, she didn't help us and then she became withered…the ground swallowed us up and killed my son…I just…it was…r-real…
FAN: It's just a dream, Mike, that's all it is…you know that Guy Kanes is dead, you saw it…you saw me destroy the chip…it's just your mind playing tricks.
MIKE: But it's like the bastard is in my head still! Still…fucking with me…it's driving me crazy, it's driving me mad…it's getting to me, every night the same damn dream. He's dead but…h-he won't go away…
FAN: Mike, you are stronger than he is, you know this! How many times did you defeat him in the flesh? A subconscious frame in your mind should be no problem.
MIKE: (Sighs) I'm just worried that…I'll…do something…crazy…
FAN: You won't because you're not crazy.
MIKE: I…Imight…I might harm my family…
FAN: Never! Don't be stupid!
MIKE: I'm just worried I can't…control my mind; I'm just a…m-machine…
FAN: Maybe but you have a soul…and that's got to mean something, right? It's not ALL bad.
MIKE: Yes…yes I suppose it does. I'm living…I'm breathing at least…and I've got Chica and my son, Ty.
FAN: That's right. Don't let this Guy Kanes rule your life; he's gone now…he's dead. You and your family are free.
MIKE: I guess technically we are.
FAN: And the audio tapes of your story are selling well. People will want to meet you in the fresh soon.
MIKE: They do…?
FAN: Yes, you see, Mike, the world isn't a bad place…the world have accepted you, they just don't know where to find you.
MIKE: Maybe that's a good thing for now.
FAN: Look, after my shift, I'll come and visit you guys. How about that? We can discuss this further then.
MIKE: Yes, yes that would be nice. That would be nice to see you again.
FAN: And don't worry, your location is secret and safe with me.
MIKE: Thank you.
FAN: Speaking of location as such, you know the old horror attraction?
MIKE: I try to forget…
FAN: Well, anyway…it's got a bid, they are gonna built a park…
MIKE: A park…?
FAN: Yeah, a park, like an attraction but…they are calling it the "Adventure world"…and you won't believe this: they are basing it on your stories. Well, the characters anyway… who knows, this could be actually be good for once. They're making it cute and I mean REAL cute.
MIKE: …who…who owns it…
FAN: I'm not sure. It was unnamed bidder but I'm sure we'll find out in a few days.
MIKE: (Sighs) Seems like more stress to me…
NOTES: This story WILL take me longer than it did in the past but I have a good idea. Twist and turns galore. I may have another short story as well. I've had my months off from writing but have decided to try and write 25 stories, so four more to go then. Oh lol. Anyway, expect another chapter soon in the future.
