4: Interview of a Animatronic

NOTE: Shorter chapter but it gets to the point. Explaining what happened to the…dead man found in the forest.

A woman in a fitted top and tight leggings was running in the forest, listening to the music on her iphone…she was following a trail that lead, it was the perfect place for runners and dog walkers alike…the forest was peaceful, with birds tweeting and the sun rays piecing through the gaps of trees…the woman just stared at the trail while running but something caught her eye, there were two young lads…both wearing almost baggy clothing and woolly hats…they just stared at the woman…this freaked her out a little but decided to stop and rest…she breathed heavily catching her breath…the two lads just walked passed her…she sighed with relief…she decided it was about time to change her music…just then, she was pushed violently hard on to the floor…

PUNK 1: Give me your fucking wallet!

The woman barely managed to react let alone hear what the young lad said, she quickly turned around and saw the two lads standing over her. She started to whimper.

PUNK 1: You're fucking WALLET, BITCH!

PUNK 2: Man, she ain't got no wallet on her, she's wearing tights.

The woman didn't dare move but just stared at them, scared. The first lad licked his lips and noticed the iphone strapped to her tights…he didn't hesitate and went to take the phone.

WOMAN: NO!

She stopped him from grabbing it but the other lad punched her in the face and thus letting go of the phone…the two lads laughed…the woman started to cry as well as some blood dripping from her nose. The first punk pulled out the knife and raised it to the woman's eyes as he grabbed her head.

PUNK 1: Got anything else on ya that we should know about?

WOMAN: (Whimpers) No…p-please…

PUNK 2: I think she's lying.

PUNK 1: I think so too.

WOMAN: No, please…I-I swear, I swear!

PUNK 1: We don't like liars, do we?

PUNK 2: No, we don't!

WOMAN: P-Please…

PUNK 2: Cut her throat!

WOMAN: Oh God, no-no..ple-please…I…I have…a-a…son…

The first punk teases the woman's neck with the knife, while the other laughs…the knife gently cuts through the skin…she starts to scream and struggle…

But then…

PUNK 1: ACK!

The second punk just stares in confusion as the first punk moves the knife away from the woman and then drops it…his grip was loosen from the woman's head and eventually she got out of his grasps but she was to panicky to actually get up and was instead crawling away on her backside…the second punk looked in frustration now.

PUNK 2: What the fuck, man? You let her go?

The first punk slowly got up…he took a few steps forward and then he was trying to swing his arms behind him, something was giving him some discomfort.

PUNK 1: My…m-my…back…

The first punk slowly turned around revealing a bent looking pirate sword in his back, the other punk gasped…just then a shadowy figure appeared in front of the first punk…this made the second punk scared and cowardly ran off…the woman, though scared got up and hid behind a tree and yet a little intrigued what was going on. The first punk gasped a little but gagging his breath…he could easily feel the cold steel sword in his flesh…he gagged even more, he felt his spine breaking, every time he took a breath…the shadowy figure's eyes glowed red.

VOICE: Ye shouldn't treat lasses like that!

Just then, the figure swooped something down onto the punk's face…gauging his eye, the soft white muscle ripped like paper and black liquid spewed followed by blood…the punk screamed but was stopped and a hook like weapon thudded into the man's skull…the hook seemed to be attached to an arm…

VOICE: Now…ye can drop that communicational devise…

Through muscles spasm's and pretty much the last inch of the punk's life, he did exactly that…it fell to the shadow's foot and he kicked the phone towards where the woman was hiding. She grew even more scared what she was seeing…those red eyes and now...shiny teeth from a fox like snout? Just then the figure jumped into the air and into the tree's taking the helpless punk with him…though the punk was pretty much dead…the woman watched, even though in her head she probably shouldn't…just then buckets of blood splashed down from the tree's onto the ground…and then wet thud of flesh hit the ground, the stomach, practically ripped in two…then the body crashed down onto the ground…this freaked the woman even more, she quickly grabbed her phone and ran off.

Roughly 10 minutes later.

The woman was outside her house but was frantic, she ran to the back of her house, where her back door was open and went inside…she then quickly shut the door, locking it…she breathed heavily again, she'd never run that fast in her life…she then pulled out her phone and dialled 9…1… but wait, what was that figure? It didn't look human…but this…thing saved her…the weird thing was that it…didn't look real…

She hesitated for a while, deciding whether she should actually press the last digit…her hand was shaking…she declined this action and instead when over to a study draw and opened it, pushing aside some paperwork until coming across a card, a police card…the number extension to Officer Fan…she frantic dialled…

Just then her phoned went off…this startled her but quickly looked at it before taking the call…she cleared her throat and assorted her voice so not to sound scared.

WOMAN: Hello, Fritz, sweetie…are you okay? (Slight pause…but trembling) You're not well? Oh dear…(Pause) Have you told your teacher? (Pause) Okay, sweetie, okay…I-I'll come and…pick you u-p…(Pause, chuckles a little) I'm…I'm fine, Fritz…look, I'll be right over, okay…(Pause)…yes, I love you to, sweetie…

She then said her goodbyes and hung up…she was about to dial for officer Fan but her son was more important…and decided to go against calling the police officer…on the same desk were her car keys and next to it was a picture of her, Fritz and…Chris Cake. She looked at it for a short second and then smiled…

WOMAN: Oh Chris…I…I may have…witness an…animatronic…he…s-saved me…

Roughly 20 minutes later at the cabin

Foxy fell hard onto the wooden flooring…he moaned in pain and held his face…Freddy was shaking his hand after punching Foxy square in the face.

FREDDY: You idiot, Foxy….you complete idiot!

Just then everybody in to the room all confused what was going on though Vixen was the first to react by running over to Foxy…Freddy was about to punch Foxy again but Vixen got in the way.

VIXEN: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DON'T HURT HIM!

FREDDY: Come on, Foxy…get up…GET UP!

VIXEN: (Pushing Freddy) WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?

MIKE: Whoa guys, what's going on here!

VIXEN: HE PUNCHED MY FOXY!

FREDDY: WITHIN GOOD REASON!

MIKE: Calm down you two…Freddy back off a bit, alright? Now…what's going on?

FREDDY: Why don't you ask HIM! (Points at Foxy)

Everybody looks at Foxy, who slowly gets up but looks ashamed.

VIXEN: Foxy…what…what is he talking about…?

FOXY: I…I…

FREDDY: Show them your hook hand, Foxy…go on! (Foxy shakes his head) Fine! (To Everyone else) He has blood on his hook…

MIKE: Blood…?

FREDDY: Yes, blood! And not animal blood, human blood! This stupid bastard killed a human!

CHICA: Oh…God…

BONNIE: You…didn't…

VIXEN: Is this…true…? (Foxy looks into Vixen's eyes…his tell could tell he didn't want to admit what he did…but he nodded slowly.) But…y-you said…your killing days were…o-over…?

FOXY: Oh lass…they were…

VIXEN: WERE?

FOXY: A lass was in trouble-

FREDDY: God, if the police find out…!

MIKE: Oh…shit…

FREDDY: Well done, Foxy, you've done it again…you may have given us away…just like you almost did in 1987…

FOXY: THE LASS WAS IN TROUBLE. TWO SCUMBAGS WERE GOING TO…(Calms down) They were…gonna…kill her…

MIKE: Sooo…you saved this…woman?

FOXY: Aye, Mikey…but I couldn't hold back my…satisfactory lust for teaching a seadog a lesson…

MIKE: But still…Foxy, they were human…

FOXY: About to kill a woman…I couldn't just stand there and let them…do it…

MIKE: I'm not saying you shouldn't have…but maybe you…shouldn't have killed the…two guys.

FOXY: Only thee one, the other was a coward…

MIKE: Well…(To the others) That's not bad…right? I mean, Foxy was only doing what's right…

FREDDY: Christ, you always take his side, Mike! It's not the fact if he did right or wrong it's the fact it could lead people to us…something that we don't want…

MIKE: Why…?

FREDDY: Because…(Sighs) People won't understand…we're not…normal…

MIKE: When I was human, I thought you were normal…

FREDDY: Yes but…

MIKE: And what about Cake, huh? Didn't his opinion count? He understood what you were…why not others!

FREDDY: Because, Mike, not everyone is like you and Chris! To some, we're monsters! And that's all we'll ever be!

MIKE: (Clicks his fingers) And what about Cake's son…he saw us and didn't freak out…

FREDDY: (Sighs) One child isn't going to convince the world…is it, Mike…

With that Freddy walks frustratingly to his bedroom…Bonnie sighs and shrugs to the others while following Freddy to see if she could cheer him up. Foxy rubbed his face…the pain had gone but still he felt a tad guilty.

FOXY: I be sorry, Mikey…I truly am…

MIKE: Don't worry about it…Look, I've almost got the TV fixed…why don't you help me with that.

FOXY: Arr…sure thing laddie…

Mike and Foxy go over to a TV, which had a plastic wooden finish on it; something you'd expect from the 70's that Mike found in the forest a few days ago. Chica and Vixen looked at each other, both with little concerns over their faces.

VIXEN: I understand Freddy getting angry…but there was no need to start a fight…

CHICA: To be fair, Vixen…I…agree with Freddy with some respect.

VIXEN: What do you mean?

CHICA: Well…how would the world react to us? People only saw us as robots at a pizza emporium after we were…murdered, of course…and when Mike opened his own restaurant we had to pretend to be people in costume…people won't understand how real we are…(Sighs) The last thing we want is the police coming here…or worse…some sort of lynch mob…

Chica then rubs her stomach, a motherly feel on her tummy to comfort the little miracle inside her…Vixen noticed this and smiled at Chica…and then held her hand.

VIXEN: We'll be fine…Foxy just had a…little blip…and it was a man who deserved it…I'm sure the police wouldn't give a toss to a pathetic lowlife. Nothing can ruin what we've got here. Nothing.

NOTES: And there you have it…Foxy isn't just a mindless killer. Oh and "These Purple Hands" will be on hold for the time being as it'd probably give away too much while this story is in progress.