Interview of a Night Guard
NOTES: I am juggling two stories at the moment…and it's fair to say I'm rubbish at juggling.
I forgot to mention that Bonnie is female in this story, though if you've read the first one, you'd already know that…but just in case I have some newcomers here
I don't know why but I've decided to make Vixen (Mangle) have a British accent…from pictures I've seen, she seems to give off a British attitude. If you think that's an awful idea then…well, sorry, my story…
Also, sorry for the late update.
It was another successful day and the last of the customers finally left the parlour. Mike and the animatronics waved goodbye to the children and the parents. Mike smiled and pulled out his keys from his pocket, he closed the door and locked it, turning the key until he heard the click. Locked. Mike gave out a heavy, thankful sigh, turned around and smiled even more to his friends.
MIKE: Excellent, guys, excellent…another successful day. Well done, all of you.
The others all nodded in agreement but were all tired. Freddy took off his black top hat and sat down at one of the tables, wiping his brown forehead. Bonnie walked over to the stage and placed her guitar in a glass cabinet before sitting down at the edge of the stage, cross legged and sighed a short puff of tiredness. Foxy the pirate and probably the most energetic out of the lot was cleaning the tables, not normally his job as he was the special pirate entertainer that the kids loved but Foxy didn't mind helping out with the cleaning and Chica was leaning against the food counter, thanking that the busy moments were over. The place was a mess but a great sign of how busy they were.
MIKE: (Chuckles) Tired, everyone?
FREDDY: Yes, you could say that.
MIKE: Ha, I just did.
CHICA: I feel like I've been making pizza's forever…so many orders…
MIKE: I thought you loved making pizza's, Chica.
CHICA: To an extent, yes…but it was non-stop today.
BONNIE: Yes, I'll have to admit, it's wonderful being populat again but we're getting tired now, Mike, a girl needs a rest if I'm to keep up with my singing…I feel like my voice is going.
FREDDY: Far from it, Bonnie, you'll never lose that…(Blushes)…beautiful voice of yours.
BONNIE: Aw, thanks honey, that's really sweet of you to say…but still, I think we need a break…
FOXY: Aye, Lass, ye be right. Mike, my laddie, we can't keep this up forever.
MIKE: (Rubs his chin) Hmmm…yes, we have been rather demanding lately.
CHICA: Well, it's part of the job, right? I'd rather be doing this than nothing. Right, well, I've got dishes, pans and God knows what else to clean…
MIKE: No, wait, Chica, stop. The dishes can wait…I've got a brainwave. Hey, I tell you what, guys, let's have the day off tomorrow…let's shut the restaurant for the day…
FREDDY: Close the restaurant? A…day off?
MIKE: Yeah, why not? We've got no bookings tomorrow, a first for a long time, lets take the opportunity to have a full days rest, you know, a proper day off.
BONNIE: (Smiling) Really, Mike, can we?
MIKE: Yes. You guys have worked really hard the last couple of weeks and I'm sure even animatronics need to rest up…yeah, sure, it's the least I can do.
Chica jumps over the food counter and runs up to Mike, embracing him with a hug but almost knocking the poor fella down, he chuckle and returned the hug.
CHICA: Oh, Mikey, thank you, thank you, thank you…it's a great idea!
FOXY: Aye, lad, thank ye.
BONNIE: Ah good, it gives me a chance to rest my voice…hmm, maybe I could write some new songs.
FREDDY: Look, Mike, as much as I appreciate the idea, we can't just "close"…what about people wanting to come in…it's not just bookings we take, you know…
Bonnie jumps off the stage and walks around Freddy, almost seductively, like a joking sexy tease.
BONNIE: Oh, Freddy, you are such a workaholic, you have to ruin it, don't you…can't you just…(Sexy whisper) relax?
FREDDY: Uh..well…w-well I don't mean to be a worka-…um workaholic, it's just I don't think we should upset the public.
MIKE: I'm sure they'll understand. We could put a sign up or something…a sign reading "Short staffed" or a fault in the kitchen…maybe a sign saying "decoration in progress"…
FREDDY: But then they would expect something new or something changed.
MIKE: Oh, I dunno, Freddy, we'll think of something. So it's settled then? We will have tomorrow off, a full day.
CHICA: YAY!
FOXY: That be excellent news.
BONNIE: Finally…
FREDDY: (Sighs and then smiles at the team) Fine. Thank you, Mike.
MIKE: No worries. Well, don't worry about the mess, that can wait…you lot just do whatever, I suppose.
BONNIE: Well, I'm gonna go to my room and start on another song…
MIKE: Go for it.
Bonnie smiles and wishes the rest of the team goodnight, Freddy quickly gets up and follows Bonnie…he gently taps her on the shoulder, she turns around and smiles at Freddy.
FREDDY: Uh..um…B-Bonnie…d-do you mind if…uh…if I uuuhhhh…um, help you…with the…song…
Bonnie was taken aback slightly by Freddy's request but was quickly glad he asked, she blushed a little and nodded softy, Freddy then smiled and Bonnie took his hand and they walked together to her room. Foxy was still tidying up and Mike noticed this.
MIKE: Hey, Foxy, you don't have to do that, you know…all this mess can wait.
FOXY: Laddie, ye get yourself to bed now, don't worry about ol' Foxy, besides, I'm waiting for Vixen.
MIKE: Oh yeah, that's a point…where is she?
FOXY: (Almost smirks) The cheeky little landlubbers played with her a little to much…
MIKE: Oh Christ, they didn't take her apart again, did they?
CHICA: Is she alright?
FOXY: Aye, lass, she's a tough ship.
At this point, Vixen walks in, a little annoyed. She was just connecting her hand to the wrist, turns and clicks it, then stretches her fingers, making sure she could move them.
FOXY: How are ye, me beauty?
VIXEN: Oooo those vicious little bastards, sometimes I wish I could take them apart.
MIKE: Sorry you feel that way, Vixen, you weren't made to be mangled…I'll make sure I'll give warnings to parents.
VIXEN: Oh, please do…it's not nice having to put yourself back together again…and it bloody hurts.
MIKE: I'll put signs up, oh, I've got some good news, Vixen, we're all having a day off tomorrow.
VIXEN: Oh, how wonderful…yes, that would make a change…
MIKE: Yep, so no kids messing you about…
VIXEN: Oh, I don't mind them, it's just I wish they could respect me a little.
FOXY: Lass, you'll get us' to it.
MIKE: Yeah, it takes time…anyway, I'm off to bed. I wish you goodnight, Foxy and Vixen.
FOXY / VIXEN: Goodnight.
Mike headed towards the door leading to the corridor, Chica followed him.
CHICA: I hope you're not too tired…
MIKE: Well…I am a little…
CHICA: (Giggles and blushes slightly) I bet I can keep you awake…
MIKE: Oh, right…I…but I thought you were tired as well…
CHICA: Mmm…you can recharge me…
MIKE: …D-Damn…man…
A few seconds later, the bedroom of Chica and Mike's door was kicked open by Chica, who was passionately kissing Mike, their hands were all over the place and struggle to get through the door, they do through giggling and clumsiness as they accidently knock a few things over…but this doesn't stop them, Chica starts undoing Mike's belt as quick as she could, like her life depended on it, they kept kissing, almost missing their mouths, they both panted hard and Mike untied Chica's bib…his trousers were off and then he picked Chica up and pushed her against the wall, she moaned happily as Mike touched her everywhere and then Mike pulled his underwear off and was about to-
RING, RING…RING RING.
MIKE: Shit!
RING RING.
MIKE: Who the hell can that be…?
CHICA: Just ignore it…
Mike was kissing Chica around the neck, he felt really nice and Chica bit her lip when she felt Mike's-
RING RING. RING RING.
MIKE: FUCK SAKE! WHY NOW? OF ALL TIMES!
Chica huffed in agreement but it was a little odd to be calling at this time. Chica sighed and sat on the bed while Mike was fumblering through his trousers, trying to find the damn mobile. In frustration he got more annoyed as the ringing kept going.
RING RING. RING RING.
He eventually found it and quickly took the call
MIKE: Look, I am very sorry, we are closed and-
VOICE: Fucking that yellow chicken, are we?
MIKE: What…?
VOICE: You like people in costume, do you? Fucking a person in a furry costume? Can't say that's the strangest fetish I've heard of…seems quite common now…
Mike figured whoever this was, knew that Chica wasn't an animatronic and oddly thought she was a human in costume, at this point, Mike played along to a degree.
MIKE: Who is this?
VOICE: That can wait, but I know you Mike, not well to be honest, but I'd like to get to know you a…bit better.
MIKE: What do you want?
VOICE: Like I said…I want to know you a bit better…I want an interview, a proper exclusive interview with THE Mike Schmidt…
MIKE: Ha, no deal…like I'm ever gonna do that again. I tell you what, buddy, take your interview and shove it up your ass!
VOICE: If you do not…I will take drastic action…I will blow up this building.
This…got Mike's attention.