Interview of a Night Guard 2
NOTES: Before you read on, I just want to explain the Balloon Boy character…this is not a story give away nor spoiler, I just want to set things straight.
I've had a few PM's asking me will I have Balloon Boy in my stories…first thing you should know before my answer…I HATE that balloon boy, I hate him with a passion…I felt that in the game, he was pointless…he doesn't attack you and just uses Foxy as a "pet" to attack you…I also felt that Balloon Boy was out of place and didn't seem to fit in with the rest of the animatronics…which is why I made him to be the purple guy (Out of place), of course when the purple guy was a "young" animatronic…so I figured I'd sneak Balloon Boy in there…also, why is the Purple Guy an animatronic? If you've seen theories on YouTube or anywhere else…then you know where I'm coming from…it just made sense to me…was purple guy human? In this story…no, he was ONCE a balloon boy and is NOW the purple guy…and because I hate the balloon boy, I made him a character to hate… (This doesn't mean I avoid fanfics with balloon boy in them, I just choose not to use him in mine but on this one occasion, I have…ok? Good…read on and enjoy.
Also, this chapter contains very strong language!
Foxy and Freddy were ready for action; the next couple of moments could prove to be really unpredictable. Mike and Chica walked closely to Freddy, to have a form of protection for themselves. The purple robot got himself together, blood and oil still dripping from ripped wounds but he got himself together, clicking his neck and fixing his joints…he then noticed his hand was missing and assessed the damage…turning and twisting his arm.
PURPLE: (Sigh) Could somebody give me a hand. (The others don't respond as they are shocked at the sight in front of them…he sighs again) There is no fucking sense of humour in this place!
FREDDY: (Whispers to Mike) Mike…I think you better get the shotgun…
MIKE: (Whispers back) Yeah, I was thinking the same thing…
PURPLE: (Looking down himself) And my wonderful purple suit…it's ruined. (Angry) This shit stains, you know!
FREDDY: (Still whispering to Mike) You go while we distract him…
MIKE: Okay…just…be careful…
FREDDY: I…I can't promise that…now go…
Mike starts to make his way to the door but then the purple guy notices this.
PURPLE: Excuse me, where do you think you're going?
FOXY: Where you'll be going laddie…to the sunken depths of HELL!
Foxy then ran and pounced towards the purple machine, his speed was simply amazing but the purple guy was quicker and simply stuck his good hand out and grabbed Foxy by the neck and spinned him around and chucked back towards Vixen, crashing into her…this cause her face to crack and then shatter, bits falling off her face…she didn't respond. The purple guy jumped over the counter and saw Freddy run towards him. The machine just smiled and wanted to see what Freddy would do, which wasn't much. Meanwhile Mike and Chica ran to Foxy and Vixen's aid…Mike lifted Foxy up, though while heavy, he managed to get Foxy on his feet but then Foxy slumped into a kneeling position, supported by one knee. Chica went to check on Vixen…but Vixen was motionless.
MIKE: Foxy…are you-..?
FOXY: Lad, g-get ye…self out of h-here…
MIKE: But…
FOXY: NOW, LADDIE!
Over to Freddy and the purple machine.
PURPLE: Show me what you got…brother robot!
FREDDY: I ain't your brother!
Freddy grew frustrated, how dare he call him brother…this machine was no brother of his. Freddy punches the purple machine across the face but he didn't flinch…again Freddy grew frustrated and punched him again about four times more, with purple guy only reacting with a small flinch but nothing to show any improvement on the situation for Freddy…Freddy's hand started to hurt and slowly go numb…he looked at the purple guy, not believing that he didn't flinch. The purple machine just shrugged and smiled, exposing some blooded teeth.
PURPLE: My turn, is it?
The purple machine clenched his good hand and swung a powerful punch across Freddy's face, the impact was so powerful that it completely smashed the face of his face into broken plastic and ripped facial metal skull, like it was paper…Freddy's body twisted and almost losing his balance and footing…Mike was at the door but the sound of the smash made him look towards Freddy…he gasped and his heart pounding…Freddy's face was exposed, only his eyes and metallic teeth could be seen…oil covered the exposing metal and wires. Freddy tried to walk but couldn't get the balance right.
MIKE: FREDDY!
Freddy had no expression…so could only nod towards Mike…his voice sounding of sympathy and a sense of giving up.
FREDDY: (Glitching voice) It's…i-it's o-ook-okay, Mike..it…it's…i-it's o-okaaa-aay
A fist then burst through Freddy's head…and within seconds, Freddy's body limped.
MIKE: NOOOOOOO! FREDDY!
The cruel purple machine ripped off Freddy's head, sparks flew but died down quickly and he chucked it towards Mike…he cursed before getting his hands up to protect himself from impact and further pain but was pushed off his feet by the heavy metal impact. Mike slumped to the floor, almost knocked out. Chica screamed his name and ran towards him…Mike's nose started to drip blood. The purple machine watched Mike and Chica in an odd fascinating state…it somehow reminded him how his father would treat him…touch him…love him...and played with him in a naughty fashion.
PURPLE: (To himself) Father treated me like that…with care and love…and fucked me…he didn't see me as a robot…he saw me as a son…a…human…
But this made the purple guy angry…it also reminded him why he was here…to avenge his father, John and his brother Daniel…to kill those responsible. He then turned and slowly walked over to Foxy, who was still dazed but slowly getting his strength back…what ever he had left, pulling himself up with a table and putting his weight on it. The purple machine just looked down at Foxy and Foxy looked up, anger grew across his face, he growled and gritted his teeth, dripping out some oil in the process.
PURPLE: Why are you helping him? Don't you understand what he has done?
FOXY: Ya…d-dog! Why d'ya think? He be my…friend…
PURPLE: But he's a murderer…oh, I've heard rumours about you and your weak friends…especially stuff on the tape recorder…you have the urge to kill…but only those who kill upon others…so why does Mike still live? I thought you despise murderous…?
FOXY: Aye, I do…but Mikey never killed anyone…he be a good lad…he never killed wee children…but ye father did, that scumbag…innocent children's lives takin' away…
PURPLE: But my father didn't kill children…he helped them…and so did I!
FOXY: He…killed US! And then ye go and kill a wee girl…
PURPLE: No…we brought them freedom! (Then becomes puzzled with Foxy's comment) You? Killed you? What do you mean?
FOXY: When that scum killed us…our…souls took over them bodies…the same ones we were stuffed in…cursed…forever a animatronic…
PURPLE: But…my father built you…programmed you…?
FOXY: No laddie…we are real, compare to you…you are just…a machine…a wee chip in your head…
PURPLE: Fascinating. (Looks at Chica and then back to Foxy) So…the girl I killed is…here, in this room…the one who left their fingers prints over my brothers face! She will be the last one to go…I'll make her suffer! Now, as for you…I shall set you free from your curse…you don't have to thank me. (Smiles)
The purple machine goes to stamp on Foxy's face but Foxy quickly blocks the foot, crossing his arms together making a form of a shield…Foxy tried to push back the foot but Foxy was getting weaker and weaker…the foot pushing down on him was way to strong and heavy…purple lifted his foot up and produced another forceful stamp…Foxy's long nose snapped and cracked, teeth breaking or becoming loose…and his nose was no more, like a trod-on coke can…the jaw twisted…Foxy felt his end coming to a near…he was far to weak…he then averted his eyes over to Vixen…who's eyes faded and lost colour…just staring into lifeless space…she had passed on. Foxy, though through pain, produced a tear, not for discomfort but for his only love…and he tried to smile, despite his jaw being mangled.
FOXY: T-T-To-Together…forever, Vixen…my b-beautiful Vixen…
Purple produced his last stamp on Foxy, this impact burst through Foxy's head, like a burst water balloon but instead, plastic and metal flew and spread everywhere…as did some oil. Foxy's body twitched and then…became no more…
PURPLE: This is to easy! How the fuck did Daniel fail to kill this lot?!
Purple then looked at Vixen…she was lifeless and Purple just smiled. He then heard some crying…a whimpering kind of sound…he looked over and saw Chica trying to lift up Mike who had his arms around her. Mike was fine, if a little dazed…but purple couldn't help but think that there was someone missing but again he just shrugged this thought and went over to Mike and Chica and they both acknowledged him coming towards them.
CHICA: C-Come on, Mike…we…we've got to get out of here.
PURPLE: Leaving already?
CHICA: STAY BACK!
PURPLE: Or what, you freak!
MIKE: (Laughs) Look who's talking…look at you, what a worthless piece of shit…
PURPLE: I am better than your chicken whore…at least I look HUMAN!
MIKE: Fucking…ugly…
Purple just nods and goes with Mike as if it were a joke but then he grabs Chica and throws her to one side, Mike makes a move to get to Chica but the purple robot blocks him…and thus Mike steps back…he tries to back away even more but now the purple machine is up close, face to face.
PURPLE: You…love each other?
MIKE: Yes…!
PURPLE: Fucking?
MIKE: Yes, we… fuck!
PURPLE: Good with a robot is it? Maybe I should give you a good fuck!
MIKE: Not a robot…but a living creature...unlike you…you're the robot here…Chica is more real than you think.
PURPLE: What makes you so sure I'm not!
MIKE: Because…you're just a program…
PURPLE: I had a father; you know…I had a younger brother…
MIKE: Yeah…they were both cunts!
PURPLE: Don't you DARE TALK ABOUT THEM LIKE THAT! THEY LOVED ME! BOTH OF THEM! My…father created me with love…
MIKE: Father? John wasn't your father…he just "made" you…all he did was create you!
PURPLE: A father is a creator, a creator is a father…
MIKE: But not by blood...you fucking toaster!
The purple guy's eyes started to glow red and with ease lifted Mike off the ground by the collar and slammed him against the wall, while keeping his grip.
PURPLE: He loved me all the same…and so did my brother…but my father…he…helped me become more human…
MIKE: (Struggling) H-How…?
PURPLE: He…created me…as a boy at first, to be a brother for Daniel. I was his first model…he programmed me to love Daniel and also programmed me to love him as a father…but…then he made these disgusting animal robots…robots that would only sing…boring things…lifeless things…I was getting no attention from my father because of those dirty animal things…and to my joy, these horrible creations were taken away from him…but he grew sad…and my love would not satisfy him…this Freddy Fazbear took his creations and took all the credit for my father's work…he would miss them…and he wanted to see them again…he would call them his children…but he…wanted them to be real…but he couldn't change them because of some ultimatum from his boss…so he…killed some children and used their flesh and stuff them into his creations…to make them…real! I found this fascinating…he would come home, sometimes covered in blood that would soak through his bear costume he had…I wanted to know what it was like…I grew an intrest at this…I asked him if I could be a part of what he does…and he agreed, so he bought me into work…where I would become…a balloon boy…
MIKE: You…killed a girl because…you were fascinated?! You're fucked up…just like John…
PURPLE: But it was fascinating, Mike…I watched my father kill his second victim…I watched him stuff this little boy into a Foxy costume…oh, how I laughed at the sight of this…the boy's arms flapping about…the screams…it was almost perfect…but I wanted to do the next one...and father said it was…okay. So, a few weeks later, my father lured in a little girl…she was an ugly tramp and deserved to die…so when father lured her into the maintenance room…I grabbed her and quickly pushed her head into a yellow suit…it still had the endo-skeleton inside...I forcefully pushed her and her head cracked, blood burst out, her bones ripping through the flesh…her screams were beautiful…music to my ears…her dying breath I noticed would give my father…excitement…but I became jealous of these…fleshers, people with skin and blood…I wanted to be…real, like them…my father noticed I was unhappy so, every often, my father would come back with a body...sometimes it'd be a tramp…sometimes it'd be a child…normally people that nobody cares about-
MIKE: Wait…he killed more…?
PURPLE: (Grips tighter on Mike's neck) I'VE TOLD YOU NEVER TO INTERUPPT ME! If you do so again…I will rip out your heart, so the last thing you see is your heart…while it's still beating…and then I'll stuff it in your mouth…OKAY?
MIKE: Y-Yes…
PURPLE: Before all that, he redesigned me, made me taller…months after I killed that little girl…police were getting suspicious and father didn't want me involved any more…Freddy Fazbear was on the edge…but meanwhile, he concentrated on me and those bodies I spoke about just now before you fucking interrupted me…were ripped from their skin…flesh torn to suit my needs…he would stick it over my endo-skeleton, sew the flesh on to me…and then place a thin layer of plastic, the colour of skin, over my new flesh…he down a wonderful job…and thus I was born…he called me…Guy…Guy Kane, mainly because I looked like a proper guy…an adult. I opted for purple because…I like the colour of bruises…and because I bought clothes that were only purple…I simply had the nick name…"Purple Guy"
MIKE: But…wait…what about when you bleed…and the dead flesh on you…it rots, how do you keep it fresh…
PURPLE: The blood is simply squibs in a bag…and the borrowed flesh…well, yes…it rots…but that's what deodorant is for…but eventually, I kill again to obtain new flesh…
MIKE: You sick…God damn-
PURPLE: Oh, I can't imagine how many homeless and children I've killed, it's not hard to take a useless life away and I had to do the flesh sewing and skin stretching myself…but do you know what the beauty is…no one knows it's me…I don't have finger prints…I could murder you right now…and they wouldn't get me! It's how I became a reporter you see…easy, it was…some humans are so stupid…I kill someone at a studio, a place is vacant…I apply, I get the job…I've only been with the company for seven months…God bless these stupid humans
MIKE: So…you started in…December last year…?
PURPLE: Yes…the month my father died!
MIKE: All these years…since 1987…you've been killing people…?
PURPLE: I wish, my friend, I wish! You see…I was put away…by my father, a few weeks after the death of the fourth child at Fazbear's…he hid me so nobody would find me…I eventually shut down but was locked away in the basement…never to be seen again…that was until…somebody activated me…Daniel…
MIKE: I should've known…
PURPLE: He told me what happened to father…so, we both agreed to get revenge on the person who killed our father…but then...Daniel failed…but he made the recording while he "interviewed" you…and so, here I am…here to finish the job! To finish what Daniel couldn't do and AVENGE MY FATHER!
MIKE: HE'S NOT EVEN YOUR FUCKING FATHER! HE WAS A SICK EXCUSE OF A HUMAN! YOU ARE JUST A COMPUTER! A FUCKING CHIP WITH DATA! YOUR NOTHING!
PURPLE: Precisely…what you're going to be very soon, nothing! I believe it's time to end this interview! Once and for all!
MIKE: Famous last words…
PURPLE: Speaking of last words…care to share yours?
MIKE: (Doesn't look at purple guy at this point) Uh…yeah, actually…there is…something…
PURPLE: Oh, really, Mr Schmidt…and what would that be?
MIKE: Let's party!
NOTES: There you have it…if you still find it confusing…then, my bad…but it makes perfect sense to me, even if it is ridiculous. I will not be updating again until next Monday…just a few chapters to go…nearly there.