Interview 5: End of an Interview

NOTES: Getting near to the end, well…that's a lie, there are still a few more chapters to go but now it's gonna get serious.

It was a far old drive to the new theme park that Plush was excited about for everyone to see, the park itself was in the middle of nowhere but this was mandatory to use up the land that Plush had brought…and to keep it a secret, he had to build it away from the city.

Fan was driving, with Plush in the passenger while Mike, Chica and Ty were sitting in the back. Mike was trying to get into a comfortable position as he was slightly too big or in this case, too tall to actually fit in the car. Chica and Ty on the other hand just about had some room. Mike was twisting his body and his head was tilted from the ceiling of the car. Fan noticed this in his rear mirror.

FAN: You okay, Mike?

MIKE: Just about…

Mike decided that being in a squat position was the only way to be comfortable, this made his son laugh and Chica making a slight chuckle.

FAN: I would pull my seat forward, Mike but I'd barely have any more from myself.

MIKE: Really, it's fine. I'll just have to deal with it. (Sighs) You couldn't have bought a van or something, could you?

FAN: To be honest, I didn't think you'd come back with us.

MIKE: Huh, well maybe next time you could bring a vehicle that has more space.

FAN: I'll make a note of it.

PLUSH: (Turns his head to Chica) Do you have enough space, Ms Chica? Do you want me to move the seat?

CHICA: No, it's alright, thank you.

PLUSH: Are you sure?

CHICA: Positive.

PLUSH: I cannot wait for you lot to see my theme park.

MIKE: That's a point, what else does the theme park have to offer? I mean, you're not relying on animaltronics, are you?

PLUSH: Well, Mr Schmidt, it's what you'd expect a theme park to have in it: Rides, restaurants, roller-coasters…

MIKE: And you did all that in so many months?

PLUSH: When you have money, Mr Schmidt, people will be willing to help you, also it's good having contacts. I know a lot of people in the building trade.

MIKE: Hmm, I bet…

PLUSH: It's fair to say that it's not quite like Walt Disney's resort theme park but I hope one day to match its popularity.

MIKE: That sounds mental.

CHICA: Mike, be nice.

PLUSH: It's okay, Ms Chica. Yes, it may sound a little farfetched, Mr Schmidt but that would be my dream. It only needs to take a few "words of mouth" from guests to pass it onto other people and then the news spreads…it'll take years to match even the most popular theme parks but that is my goal…and it can be done. You'll see…

MIKE: Sure, I'll make my opinion when I see this place.

PLUSH: Yes, well…not far to go.

TY: Dad, can I go on the rides.

MIKE: Well…

PLUSH: Of course you can, it'll be nice for someone to try them out.

TY: Wow, can I dad, can I?

MIKE: Well, I guess if it's okay with Mr Plush then…

PLUSH: That's certainly fine by me.

TY: Yay, cool!

PLUSH: (Looks at Ty) Amazing.

MIKE: What is…?

PLUSH: The fact that you two…produced a child, it's quite incredible. How did this happen?

CHICA: (Blushes) Uh…it's not exactly rocket science, Mr Plush.

PLUSH: You mean…you two…a-actually…you know, done the old…?

FAN: They had sex, yes. Jesus, we're all grown up here…don't be shy about it.

PLUSH: But I mean…conceive…you conceived this child through the natural process?

MIKE: We have some bodily functions that still work.

PLUSH: I see. (Smiles at Chica) And what is it like when you make love?

CHICA: Uh, excuse me, Mr Plush but I don't want to answer that!

MIKE: You better dumb down your questions!

FAN: Cut it out, Plush. I can always turn this car around you know.

PLUSH: I'm sorry but this is all very interesting to me. That fact you're not human only makes this more than a miracle than I'm already seeing. Your gift could actually have answers to our own mortality.

MIKE: (Frowns) I doubt that…

FAN: How far is it, Plush, am I going the right way…?

PLUSH: (Looks ahead) Yes, just keep going straight. We're nearly there.

CHICA: (Whispers to Mike) He's giving me the creeps asking inappropriate questions like that, it's just weird.

MIKE: (Whispers back) He's just an excited old fool.

CHICA: But asking stuff like that in front of our son.

TY: It's okay, mom, I don't mind. I know a bit about it…

CHICA: Uh, uh…d-do you…?

TY: Yeah, I saw something explaining it on the telly.

CHICA: (Frowns and smiles at Mike) Did you now…?

MIKE: (Hands up) Don't look at me, I can't control the TV…

Chica sighs with a little chuckle. It was a few more seconds before they were driving over a short hill and over the ridge they could see a huge theme park in the far distance. It was another couple of minutes and they'd be at the entrance. It had massive doors at the front and a giant logo of Freddy, leaning on some colour balloon font lettering.: Freddy Fazbear's Fun Day Theme park. Chica and Ty looked on in amazement, Fan was slightly impressed while Mike just stared at the logo…it was strange seeing Freddy's face again, even if it was a cartoon incarnation of him…Mike nodded and smiled.

MIKE: This place actually…looks good.

PLUSH: Wait till you see inside, Mr Schmidt.

Just then, Mike's eyes went full black and gritted his teeth. This happened so fast that the rest only reacted when Mike punched the door's window with his clenched fist, this made the others startled. Fan looked in the rear mirror to see what was going on.

FAN: Mike, what the fuc-ACK!

Mike quickly leaned forward and wrapped both is arms around Fan's neck, strangling him.

CHICA: MIKE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Mike pulled Fan along with his seat, his hands were losing grip on the steering wheel, the car started to swerve left and right, Fan tried to keep the wheel straight but felt his neck tighten. Plush panicked trying to loosen Mike's grip but it was no good…Fan let go of the steering wheel, the car was moving to the right, nearly coming off the road…Plush quickly grabbed the wheel. Chica swapped seats with Ty to get to Mike, trying to shake him. Fan was starting to convolutes in panic…no air was coming in or out.

CHICA: MIKE! LET GO OFF, FAN! YOU'RE KILLING HIM!

MIKE: I…I…c-caaaaan't…

Plush was doing his best to straighten the car on the road but it was difficult with the angle he was at. Fan patted at his holster and pulled his gun out…

CHICA: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? YOUR GONNA GET US KILLED!

MIKE: It's….n-nooooot…m-m-meeeeeee, it's not…m-m-mmeeee-meeeee…

CHICA: W-What…?

MIKE: I'm….beeeeeeeeee-being…c-con-controlled…it's noooooooott meeee….

Fan was starting to feel light headed but managed to clock up his gun…he started to hold it up, guessing where he was pointing, hoping it was at Mike, the car started to shake even more.

FAN: S-Stop…M-Mike…

Mike then used one of his arms to elbow Plush in the face, the impact strong enough to knock Plush out, as he went out cold, he pulled the steering wheel down with him, making the car go right and the car quickly veered off the road, the steering wheel still turning but then became stuck because of Plush's grip. The car then started to roll violently onto the dirt away from the road. The speed so fast that the car flipped and rolled several times, Fan accidently pulled the trigger, shooting Mike in the eye…crash, bang, the gang were thrown around in the car like rag dolls…each roll echoed loud crashes into the gangs ears…until the car came to a slight halt and made a little slide on the off-road dirt…on its roof, the car upside down…and the contents of the car…was lifeless.

Not one person made a sound…

Not one person made a move…

Not one person attempted to try and wake up…

NOTES: Short chapter I know, hopefully it'll be longer next time. I'll update again next week.