Interview 4: Interview of a Animaltronic.

NOTES: So…FNAF 4 has been confirmed, I'm not sure how to feel about this as I was disappointed with the third but intrigued nonetheless. I like the look of the fucked up Freddy…"Nightmare" apparently.

FOXY?: Guess whooooo?

MIKE: No…no…it can't be…

FOXY?: It is, Mr Schmidt, it is!

MIKE: Guy…K-Kanes…?

GUY: Correct! We have a winner!

MIKE: What are you done to…Foxy? How are you…?

GUY: I'm just…a new and improved Foxy…he is the one with strength!

MIKE: But…

GUY: I always thought it was that Freddy who was the strongest, being a fat lump and all but no, Foxy is more sleeker, faster…stronger and…I can feel him inside! I can feel his soul…

MIKE: (Puzzled but has a little hope) FOXY! IF YOUR IN THERE, TRY AN-

Guy punched Mike across the face, stopping him from talking any further…Mike was dazed from this impact…Guy punched Mike again…a left and a right hook…Mike felt the pain come across his face, he winced and then Guy gripped Mike's throat, tighten his grasp.

GUY: That stupid fox can't hear you! He is weak! I'M IN CONTROL NOW!

MIKE: (Coughs) Ho…how…?

GUY: You have friends that help you, don't you, Mr Schmidt, yes…your stupid friends, well I have a greedy bent copper who helps me…show him cash and then he's your bitch! Always know where to get help, Mr Schmidt…because...I see once again your friends have ran away again…I can't see them anywhere…(Looks at Freddy) Oh, poor old Freddy…

MIKE: You…bastard!

GUY: (Looks over to Bonnie) Ah…what have we here…that blue bunny bitch! The same bitch who…stuffed me with a bomb! Time to settle this matter with her!

MIKE: Don't you-

Mike again is interrupted by Guy's punching, this force more painful than the last.

GUY: What's that, Mr Schmidt? Don't touch her? Sure…whatever you say…

Bonnie managed to punched the ripped hinge door off her, though it wasn't has heavy as she thought, it still took most of her strength to push it off, considering the door slammed on top of her…she panted through her own strength…but this made her a little weaker…she pushed herself up, now on her hands and knees…a head was throbbing…and the pain almost numbing her whole body…she took a deep breath and turned to look at Foxy and Mike…by this point, Foxy was pulling something from his belt, though she couldn't see what it was…

BONNIE: What the…? F-Foxy…?

Just then, something brown caught her eye…she turned her head to see this object probly, her sight was now focus…but her eyes grew wide and she gasped…Freddy's face was smashed in…and oil was leaking everywhere from his head…he was lifeless…dead…Bonnie screamed his name!

BONNIE: FREDDY?! OH MY GOD…SWEETHEART!

Guy pulled a sword that was around his/Foxy's waist from a holster on his belt.

GUY: Ah, yes!

Bonnie got up quick, ignoring the pain that covered her, she ran towards the body of Freddy.

MIKE: BONNIE, WAIT! DON'T MOVE!

Mike was punched again and Guy twisted his/Foxy's body and chucked the sword with some strong force and pace…it flew across the room and impacted into the running Bonnie, slicing through her head…the plastic cracked and somehow dented through her endo-skull…Bonnie was stopped in her tracks…she whimpered, not sure what was going on…for a few seconds she was confused…her eye sight fading fast…she wobbled, taking a few steps back, it was like she was trying to balance but gravity got the best of her as she fell over towards…face planting the floor and cracking the front of her face…she fell next to Freddy, her arm wrapping around his lifeless chest…Guy analysed this…it was like they were sleeping together peacefully…Bonnie twitched as oil was dripping from the sword impact…the sword was firmly stuck in Bonnie's head…

GUY: Aww…so cute.

Mike's eyes fluttered and Guy noticed this…again he punched Mike straight on, cracking his black nose…Mike whimpered again. Guy figured Mike was to weak to get up, so he went over to the bodies of Freddy and Bonnie…he stared at them smiling, a job well done. He then put one foot on Bonnie's head and grabbed the sword…he pulled it, using his feet to push on the head…the oil ease the sword making it greasy and easy to pull out…the sword was like a plug as oil flowed everywhere. Guy looked at the sword…it was amazing craftsmanship…it was actually real and could cause great damage, of course the evidence was in front of him…he then looked at Mike who was slowly recovering…then back at the sword…he smiled.

Guy jumped towards Mike and dragged him to one side of the room…Mike was getting his strength back but before he could react, Guy picked him up with ease, slammed him against the wall and pierced the sword through his chest, coming out of the other side and into the wall. Mike screamed, the loudest he's ever screamed…Guy took it all in and watched Mike suffer, he stepped back…letting go of any slack Mike had and just let him hang on the wall…Mike felt the blade slice him…the blade cutting through the plastic.

GUY: You know something, Mr Schmidt? I love it when children scream…I love it when they cry…but you, Mr Schmidt…must be the only adult I adore who screams…because…your pain is so real…oh, it's beautiful. If my father was here right now, he'd have a hard-on right now…he'd be so proud of me…

MIKE: Fuck…you!…Fucking…s-sicko…

GUY: Your vocabulary hasn't improved much, has it? Let me teach you…(Grabs the swords handle and twists it. Mike yelps in pain) Hurts does it? Not as much as it hurts when you find out your father and brother are dead!

MIKE: (Through gritted teeth and pain) You…d-don't…f-feeeel…

GUY: But I do now…now I have Foxy's soul in control…and I can use it for myself…and it hurts me, it hurts me to know my father and brother are DEAD!

MIKE: It's…the…l-least you…f-fucking…deserve…

Guy grits his teeth in anger and twists the sword again and Mike screams again but thye sword doesn't move much as it's impacted in the wall…but Mike couldn't certainly feel small movements within his chest.

GUY: Your friends are still here…I know they are…where are they?

MIKE: Why…w-would you think I'll tell…y-you…?

GUY: Honestly, it doesn't matter if you don't…because I'll look for myself and I suspect your little yellow duck is heavily pregnant? Would be such a shame to rip the little shit out of her!

MIKE: Don't-you-…

GUY: (Sarcastically) Yeah, yeah…"don't touch her" bullshit! Nothing you can do about it anyway!

Mike suddenly see's something from the edge of his eye, looking at something that was next to him on the wall…enough so Guy wouldn't noticed, Mike then started laughing…this surprised Guy slightly, not expecting this kind of a reaction but was on his toes in case it was a trick.

GUY: Something amuses you, does it? Does the idea of that yellow whore having an abortion amuse you?

MIKE: (Laughing stops…almost sorrow) I…give up…

GUY: Do you now…?

MIKE: Yes…I'm tired, Guy…

GUY: Hmm…

MIKE: I'm tired of all this…revenge bullcrap, Guy…I'm so…fucking tired…how much longer can this go on for, Guy, huh? Until I'm dead…huh? What then? What then, Guy?

GUY: It doesn't matter…I will carry on. The world would be a better place without you…or your friends! So, you give up, huh?

MIKE: (Nods slowly) Yes…just…k-kill me…

GUY: What are you playing at?

MIKE: I'm not playing…I don't want to…I just want to…end it now, please…no more suffering…

GUY: What if I want you to suffer…?

MIKE: I'll…tell you where my fr-friends are…but first…I've got to know…

GUY: Ah…here's the catch!

MIKE: How…did you become…Foxy…?

GUY: (Smiles) It's like I said before, Mr Schmidt…I have friends to help me as well…

NOTES: I know this was short but I wanted the Foxy/Guy explanation as separate chapter after this one…and I'll also explain what Mike saw briefly in the next as well.

Yep, Freddy and Bonnie are dead…no going back now…

I've been very busy so not sure when I'll upload again but I don't think you'll have to wait long. We'll see what happens…

Please read the works of: HazaChillzOut, Sparken, CrazyBird101 and f-ckthesystem125…all have wonderful FNAF's fictions and I'd recommend them highly. So, do it now!