Interview of a Night Guard 2
NOTES: This is my last update until next Monday.
Also, it looks like I won't be doing Interview of a Night Guard 3, due to the fact, or it looks like, that there won't be any new characters introduced in the new game FNAF 3…BUT we shall wait and see…until then, this will be my last fanfic but again, we'll see.
Rated M now…mainly because of Purple's content and lots of swearing.
The camera was rolling and so the interview began.
PURPLE: (To the camera) Hello there and welcome, I'm Guy Purple and here with me exclusively is Mike Schmidt…say Hi to the people out there, Mike…
MIKE: (Looks at Purple and hesitant to answer)…Hi…
PURPLE: Now Mike is going to explain the events that happened at the old Freddy Fazbears pizza emporium…as we all know, or if some of you have read, that Mike solved the murders of 1987 and put a stop to John Kanes, the man responsible of killing four children…we've also heard the story about Daniel Kanes, the son of John but Daniel held Mike hostage and wanted the truth about his father's death…or course during this siege Daniel's life was taken from him…and died straight away from being decapitated by falling into a broken window shard during a scuffle…(To Mike) Now, Michael, I find this to be false…
MIKE: It's the truth…
PURPLE: I doubt that. It'd take a strong force for his head to be…"lobbed" off from a broken window…so, what really happened, Michael?
MIKE: (Sighs) I have told my story hundreds and hundreds of times…what you've just said is what happened!
PURPLE: No, it didn't!
MIKE: (Sighs again and grits his teeth) Yes…it…DID!
PURPLE: (Stands and points) NO, IT DIDN'T! YOU ARE A LIER!
MIKE: (Smiles slightly and indicates at the camera) Now what would your audience think if you react like that…it doesn't look good on camera, does it?
Purple's frustrating expression slowly dies down and relaxes and produces a cheeky smile, he nods and just sits back down.
PURPLE: Frankly, Michael, I couldn't give a shit about the camera…nor the cameras around here…I could always edit out the boring bits!
MIKE: And the one's in here…?
PURPLE: Well, I suspect your employee's are still here, most likely watching us from another room…I don't want them to miss the action. (Chuckles) I wonder how they would react if I…hurt you!
MIKE: You do that and you'll regret it!
PURPLE: And what are the people in those tacky costumes going to do about it, hmm?
MIKE: (Chuckles) There is so much you don't know about them…
PURPLE: Tick tock, Mr Schmidt…that is the sound of my time losing patients…one press of a button and you, your employee's and this building can kiss your asses goodbye!
MIKE: Yeah, right…and take your own life?
PURPLE: I have done…"wonderful things" that taking my own life is just one next step…to the joy of creation…
MIKE: Wha…what…?
PURPLE: You heard!
MIKE: Who…who the hell are you?
PURPLE: Not just yet! Tell me, Mr Schmidt…it's true you and Daniel got into a fight…but his head was ripped off…I saw the morticians report…no glass shard could do that and even if it did…it would show it was a clean cut…and besides…there were no traces of glass in his flesh…it wasn't a clean cut…it…was…RIPPED. A strong mighty force to rip someone's head off!
MIKE: And…you think I did it…?
PURPLE: No, actually, I don't…but it doesn't make sense…
MIKE: Oh yeah, how come?
PURPLE: Well, the finger prints over Daniels face were prints…of a little girl…
MIKE: (Gasps slightly, not believing what he's hearing) What…?
PURPLE: Yeah, that's right…a little girl…a seven year old girl, in fact. And do you know what else is weird?
MIKE: What…what's that…?
PURPLE: She died in 1987!
MIKE: (Shocked) What…? Wha…? No…that…t-that's…impossible…
PURPLE: Your damn right, it is! The girls name was Leanne Marsden…now, I hate to tell you so soon but…ah, what the hell…she was a victim of mine…
MIKE: Victim? Wait…you-…?
PURPLE: Yes…I killed her!
MIKE: No…no, you're just making this all up…it was…it was John…John Kanes killed her…
PURPLE: I can assure you, Mr Schmidt…it's…ME!
MIKE: You're not fucking funny…
PURPLE: That's good because I never wanted to be a comedian! John killed the first two and the fourth…I watched him do them all…I loved the way he…touched them, hurt them…love them… just like he would love me…I got so excited that I wanted to kill the third child to see what it was like…and he…let me…yes, the third victim was actually…by me!
MIKE: You sick fuck…you fucking prick! Your pissing me about…it doesn't make sense…
PURPLE: Oh, it does! John taught me…he would lure the child into the maintenance room and I "stuffed" her into a yellow chicken suit…my God, it was beautiful…the way the blood would just…pop out of the skin, the sounds of the little girls cry…her bones crunching…
MIKE: (Sick to his stomach) Why? Fucking…why was you with John…WHY WOULD YOU ASSOCIATE WITH THAT FAT, SICK, DISGUSTING FUCK!
PURPLE: Don't you get it, Mr Schmidt…that "fat, sick disgusting fuck"…is my father!
MIKE: (Shocked, turning pale) …No…n-no…no…
PURPLE: Yes! Oh yes! Tell me…what really happened to my younger brother? How did Daniel really die? BECAUSE IT SURE HELL WASN'T A FUCKING ACCIDENT! (Calmer) And it sure hell wasn't a dead child that killed him.
MIKE: Related to…Daniel…? Oh God…
PURPLE: Now you know why I'm here…now you know why I went to his funeral…I wasn't there to report it…I was there to say my goodbye's…to show RESPECT TO MY FALLEN BROTHER! That's why I took the opportunity to report your stupid restaurant so I could get closer to you…and now here I am…Guy Kane's at your service…Purple Guy is just a nickname!
MIKE: This…this can't be…happening…
PURPLE: Oh but it is…I'm the last of the Kane's! I'm here to finish my brother's work on you…REVENGE FOR MY FATHER...and my little brother. Now, even if you won't spill the truth at least I'll take you with me with a push of a button…enough to wipe this building to dust…the camera is just for show but YOUR camera's will BURN! Hmm, now I think about…maybe I could've let the cameraman live for a few extra minutes…ah, well…
Mike just stared blankly at the table…he was spaced out in shock but heard Purple's words over and over again in his head.
PURPLE: Your looking a little bit pale, Mr Schmidt, is…something wrong?
MIKE: What…what…?
PURPLE: Speak up, Mr Schmidt, stop mumblering!
MIKE: What…does it matter if you get the truth or not…your father and brother were monsters…just like you! And they got what they deserved…and so will YOU!
PURPLE: I doubt that, Mr Schmidt…now who killed my brother and how did he really die?
MIKE: Fuck you…
PURPLE: (Sighs) Well…before we go out in a bang, let me show you something…
Purple goes into his pockets and pulls out a grey object and places it on the table. Mike just stares at it and then looks back at Purple, who has an evil smile across his face. It was a tape recorder…and obviously had a tape in there. Mike was worried about the contents of it. Purple sniggered.
PURPLE: Do you know what this is?
MIKE: Of course I do…
PURPLE: Do you know what's on it?
MIKE: Should I…?
PURPLE: Hmm…maybe not but I'm sure it'll be familiar to you. Let's play a bit of it, shall we?
Purple pressed the play button and the tape rolled. Silence for a few seconds, then a bit of static and then a voice…a voice that almost brought shiver down Mike's spine….Daniel…
DANIEL: Uh…hello. My name is Daniel, Daniel Kanes and I'm…here, outside Freddy Fazbears Pizza Empourim…ready to speak with Mike Schmidt, a night guard who works there…if you've heard on the news you'll know that I'll be speaking with THE Mike Schmidt, the same guy who…killed…uh…killed my father (Sounds of sniffing)…my…my father didn't do anything wrong…he's…he's innocent…he…uh…he loved those children…what he did to them was for the good…(Sounds of rustling) I…uh…I have a shotgun…I need to…uh…I just…want revenge to be honest…(Sound of a shotgun being loaded)…but…but I'm not going in guns blazing, at least not yet…this Mike guy thinks he's being interviewed for TIME magazine…and a camera I've borrowed from…Guy, my brother. I'm gonna go in there…a-and find out the truth…he'll…h-he'll pay for what he did to my father! I swear to God, he'll pay! (Rustling sounds) I'll keep this recording all the way through and hide it in my jacket pocket…and if…anyone else finds this…or something h-happens to me…please, please give this tape to my brother, Guy…(More rustling sounds) I'm…going in now, I gotta phone Mike first to tell him I'm here…I'll get the truth…I will…(Loads of static and rustling sounds)
PURPLE: You see, this was given to me at his funeral. Want to hear more?
Purple clicks on the recorder, it was making squeaky sounds while being sped up, after a few seconds…Purple stops it and again presses play.
DANIEL:This is insane! I'm dreaming! No, wait, it's all in my head. That prick just implanted that bullshit in my head...no way those animatronics can move by themselves, it's just...crazy. Kids souls stuck in robots, slaves to be entertainers while having a thirst for blood...(Eyes widen) but...did they really kill my...no, no, no NO! It's fucking stupid! It's all bullshit, all of it. I'll get Mike to tell me his story...no matter how crap and farfetched it is...and when he does confess...I've got him,. I'll get my revenge My dad was just...different from everybody else...he loved all kids...he loved me...loved me...(Rustling sounds…maybe a door?) Fuck me…Foxy?
FOXY:Aye' laddie...that be me...
DANIEL:Impossible...this can't be...
FOXY:Arr, I'm afraid tis true...you be walking the plank. Ay know who ye arr! Ay been hearin' everythin' you and my matey been talkin'...you be the son of ol' John...the seadog scum who made us...like this...
DANIEL:You all had to do with my father's murder. HE WAS A GOOD MAN!
FOXY:He killed...wee children...he killed...me! No man should be allowed to live after what he did.
DANIEL:Children...that no one cared about...but he cared! HE CARED! HE LOVED THEM! He...helped them.
FOXY:You be insane, laddie!
DANIEL:Insane...(Laughs)...Insane just so happens...runs in the family. Those kids got what they deserve, the spoilt little bastard brats!
FOXY:YA DOG!
More rustling from the tape but you could easily hear they were fighting, a few moans and thuds…and then splashing sounds…static sounds…almost silence until Daniel spoke up.
DANIEL:I promised I'll kill those who were involved in my father's demise.
Suddenly there was a shout from Foxy, it sounded like a scream of pain…buzzing noises, a few static pauses…but then the recording was back to normal…it was hard to make oit what Foxy was saying…as you can clearly hear a pirate accent…the fizzing and buzzing noise faded…
DANIEL:Pirates are dead this year...ya fucking dog!
Purple presses the pause button and just looks at Mike, who has his head turned away, biting his lip, his body shaking ever so slightly and very, very angry.
PURPLE: Who was that, Daniel was talking to…?
MIKE: Someone who gets pissed off easily…
PURPLE: Didn't sound like much of a threat…and what a stupid accent he's got…
MIKE: I wouldn't say that if I were you…Foxy will kill you…
PURPLE: Foxy? A stupid name with a stupid accent!
Just then, both Mike and Purple heard a noise coming from the other side of the room. It was the sound of metal being banged together. Purple listened very carefully…and then he heard it again…he looked to where the sound may be coming from…he then noticed something black on the walls…he got and slowly walked to the wall…then he turned around to Mike.
PURPLE: If you move from your spot…darkness will fill your eyes and you will be no more.
Mike gritted his teeth and nodded at Purple's orders. Purple turned back at the wall, he took a few steps closer…he looked up and down the wall…it was dripping with something…was it paint? No…wait, it was…oil…it was coming from the vent…he looked up only slightly up at the vent and could see…some yellow dots in the darkness of the vent…he smiled and pulled out another object from his jacket…a device with a thick red button on top…he smiled towards the vent, he had a feeling someone or something was in there…he raised the device, making sure whatever was in the vent…could see what he was holding and his thumb ready to press the button, he teased with the object. Then, Purple turned around to Mike, who hadn't moved from his spot…Mike couldn't risk moving and just stayed there. Purple smiled again and indicated towards the vent…Mike's heart was beating fast.
PURPLE: Someone's in vent…aren't they?
MIKE: Possibly…
Mike wasn't sure about that but knew only one animatronic who could fit in there if she had her layers taken off…he was hoping Vixen was in there, she can be quick but quick enough to stop Purple?
PURPLE: Interesting…we're… no longer alone.
NOTES: That's it for now…sorry. But I promise the next chapter will be up next Monday. Purple is mental and sick, expect more…like I've said before, I don't hold back in my writing.
For now, take care of yourselves.