4: Interview of a Animaltronic
NOTES: I know Mike and his friends haven't been in it much but it's leading up to it.
Oh and wow, Warner Bros. getting the rights to FNAF…I wonder how much of that is true?
Chapter contains swearing, pretty much the norm then…haha.
Cake's wife, Claire was sitting on the sofa, she was holding a glass of red wine…a opened bottle was on the table in front of her and the TV was on but she wasn't watching it, far from it, she was deep in her thoughts…a lot of mixed emotions about her late husband Chris and the fox like creature she saw that rescued her…she utterly believed in Chris's truth about Mike that he was innocent…and she knew deep in her heart that, even though Mike may have answers about how her husband really died, she never blamed him…she never pitted Mike as a murderer and that Chris trusted his life with Mike, to uncover the truth about this made story…pretty much leading back to 1987...but she couldn't but think she could've done more and that she obviously missed Chris very much…
She took a sip of her wine but she knew not to overdo it as she had to pick her son up from school in about 20 minutes…but sometimes the wine would help, it was like a little comfort but her main comfort was missing…she couldn't help but wonder how her son Charlie was thinking…she'd always ask him how was school but he'd always answer with a depressing tone of "It was alright"…she knew it wasn't…
She was about to take another sip until the doorbell rang…she turned her head towards the door and gently put the glass down on the table…but she carefully walked slowly to the door, she wasn't expecting any guests…so she took precaution and instead of opening the door to be exposed, she simple spoke through it.
CLAIRE: Who…who is it?
VOICE: It's me, Claire, it's only me.
Claire closed her eyes and sighed with relief as she recognized the voice on the other side…she took the lock off and opened the door and saw officer Fan in front of her, Chris's best friend.
FAN: Oh, I'm sorry…did I startle you?
CLAIRE: No, not at all…I just wasn't expecting anyone.
FAN: I can come back if you want…
CLAIRE: No, no, it's fine…come in.
Fan took his hat off as a gesture of thanks and walked inside, he headed straight to the living room, where Claire followed him after closing the door. There was an awkward silence which was odd considering they were good friends, through Chris of course.
FAN: So, how are you?
CLAIRE: Oh, you know…just…(sighs) you know…
FAN: (Nods) Yeah.
CLAIRE: I have to pick Fritz up soon from school, so I'm afraid you can't stay for long.
FAN: Yes, I understand…I just thought I'd pay you a visit while I was heading this way…
CLAIRE: Patrolling?
FAN: Kind of…well, no actually I came back from the crime scene in the forest…
CLAIRE: Oh…y-yeah…I saw that on the news…
There was another awkward silence, it had never been this bad before…Claire started shaking and Fan noticed this…he wasn't sure whether to comfort her or not…Claire tried to hold back as her face went red, ready to cry…
FAN: Are you-…?
CLAIRE: Oh Gary…(Goes into Fan's chest and hugs him) I miss him so much…I miss him…so much!
Claire cried into Fan's shoulder and Fan put his arms around her…her emotions were getting to him as well, he felt a sore lump in his throat and his eyes began to water…but he held back, he started swaying Claire gently, hugging her tighter.
FAN: I know, Claire…I…I know, I miss him too…
Claire cried for a good few minutes, her tears soaking into Fan's uniform but he didn't mind, he held on to her until she wanted to be released…
Her cries did eventually die down after a while but she didn't want to come out of the hugging embrace but Fan felt this was the right time to talk…if changing the subject slightly.
FAN: I've been taken off the Mike Schmidt case…
CLAIRE: (Sniffs) What…?
FAN: Yeah…(Sighs) I've been taken off the case…
CLAIRE: But…but why? I thought you and that other officer were dealing with it, to find out more answers…
FAN: Ha, that other "officer" was the one who pulled the plug on me…he was the one telling me the news I can't carry on with it.
CLAIRE: I…I don't understand…
FAN: Fone thinks I'm to obsessed with Mike Schmidt…he says it'll get the best of me…
CLAIRE: But isn't that the point of being a police officer? To find out the truth…I need to know what really happened to Chris.
FAN: Don't you worry, Claire, I intend to…I intend to find out what happened to your husband…I wanna know what happened to my best friend…we'll find the truth, Claire….even if it does kill me…(Claire nods wiping some tears. Fan looks at his watch) I've…I've got to go. Fone wants me to see him, I think he's pissed that I went to a crime scene without him.
CLAIRE: Okay. I…have to pick up my son soon anyway…
Fan smiles at Claire and touches her face gently…she accepts his warm hand. He then turns around and heads for the door, he opens it but then Claire calls to him.
CLAIRE: He's alive isn't he? (Slight pause) Mike Schmidt, I mean. You…think he's alive…
FAN: (Doesn't look back but nods gently) Yes…I believe he is still alive…
CLAIRE: (Laughs through some tears) He'll…have answers…
FAN: He better when I get hold of him!
Claire wanted to tell Fan that it was her that was attacked in the forest where he came from…but saw that Fan had more problems to be dealing with and decided to give it a miss. Claire walked to the front door and watched Fan get into his car…he started his engine and then looked back at her…he smiled, winding down the window.
FAN: If I hear anything…I promise I'll let you know.
Claire didn't answer back but just smiled back and nodded and with that Fan drove off. Claire watched until she couldn't see the police…she looked at her watch, it was nearly time to pick up Fritz from school…she closed the door and got ready.
About 10 minutes later.
Fone was in his office, he was looking out the window and had a glass of whisky in his hand, and the ice slowly melting making the glass feel cool…he took a sip but still he stared out the window. He was holding what look like a computer chip in his hand…He then heard a knock and quickly put the chip in his pocket.
FONE: Yes?
The door opened and Fan stepped in…slamming the door behind him. Fone grew annoyed by this but he was expecting this kind of a reaction.
FAN: Why the hell am I off the case, sir?
FONE: You know why.
FAN: No, I don't, sir!
FONE: It's your obsession of Mr Mike Schmidt. (Turns around and looks at Fan) Look at you! Look what it's doing to you! You don't normally barge in here like this!
FAN: That's because this decision is unfair…
FONE: No, it's-
FAN: (Interrupting) And that I'm getting close…
FONE: Fan, stop-
FAN: To getting answers…
FONE: Stand down!
FAN: Of what happened…
FONE: FAN-…!
FAN: TO MY FUCKING FRIEND, SIR!
Fan slammed his hands on Fone's desk with massive frustration and anger, the clenched fist made everything shake on Fone's desk…there was silence…Fan wanted to say more but felt what he said was more than enough…though Fone's face was just as equal to his anger. Fone was angrily gobsmacked how Fan spoke to him…but he gently put the whisky tumbler down and stared right into Fan's eyes.
FONE: I took you in, Fan…I took you in because I thought you had discipline!
FAN: (Sighs angrily but a lot calmer) Look, Fone, I'm-…
FONE: THAT'S FUCKING SARGENT FONE TO YOU, YOU PIECE OF USELESS SHIT! (Lowers his tone) See, what this Mike Schmidt case is doing to you, Fan…can't you see you're…obsession…
Fan bits his lip with a frustrated smile across his face…he kept his thoughts to himself and decided not to speak back. Fone was expecting Fan to speak back but took the opportunity to carry on talking.
FONE: I say, we discuss this elsewhere…not here. We don't want to cause a scene, do we?
FAN: I'm pretty sure everybody heard us…sir…
FONE: Well, in that case, we better leave then…we'll take my car.
FAN: Where are we going?
FONE: Oh don't worry about that…I know a good place where we won't get disturbed.
Change of plan…I'll just put a bullet in your head, Fan…you fucking by the book bastard…and then…I'll kill Claire and her child…all that's left is the cabin…
What Fan didn't notice on Fone's desk was a letter…a copied letter. A copy of the letter that Chica sent to Mike: With a few things underlined…and highlighted
Page 1.
"To my wonderful, Mikey
I just want to let you know that we are all fine and well…we are staying at the cabin in the woods, you'll know the one I mean… the same cabin we made love in…the same cabin you took me to as my first trip outside of the restaurant…It was the only place I could think of for all of us to stay…We want to thank you for helping us, for saving us from that-…well, dare I say his name? Anyway, we heard on the news what happened to you and it's not right…
Freddy has a plan, we're going to break you out of prison on the 26th June…I know that's less than a week away, so please hang in there…we're gonna come in disguised as guards, get the keys and release you…"
Page 2.
"Mikey…in order for this to work, you must purposely leave the first page somewhere in your cell so that it would be easy for the guards to find it…I'm praying they won't punish you but if they get a chance to read it, they'll think we're coming for you on the 26th…instead we'll come for you on the 24th…hopefully, it'll throw them off a bit…with Foxy's strength, we'll get you out x
Oh Mikey, I miss you so much…I miss your love to me…but don't worry, we'll get you out of there…and together, we'll put a stop to that Golden Bunny…once and for all…and clear your name
Hang in there.
Love lots.
Chica xxxxxxx
PS Best destroy this page"
NOTES: Getting there…