Interview of A Night Guard

NOTES: Some people may find this chapter uncomfortable. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. But then again, it depends what you find uncomfortable.

I still don't understand why you accept what your father did was a normal thing...he killed four children, for all I know he may have killed more. You wanna know what happened to your bastard father? Fine. I'll tell you, it still won't give you closure...it'll just make things worse... actually, you know what, I'll be happy enough to tell you...just to see your face squirm with anger...it'd be my pleasure.

DECEMBER 2013

As you know, your father knocked me out...so the first thing I remember was that everything was hazy, Black, then white at first...my eyes opening and just adjusting to the dim light and my surroundings...everything brown, near rusty looking...cold, damp...pain was the first thing I felt, coming from my head...stinging as I gasped in pain. After accepting this, my eyes adjusted probably and I found myself in what looked like a small warehouse...I focused probably on a few objects...a hammer, metal sheets, wires, tools, sharp objects...a work shed, perhaps...I managed to come around, to the point that I wasn't in a good situation. I tried to move but I couldn't...duct tape, I was tied down on a chair by duct tape...my chest, hands and feet unable to move...it was frustratingly uncomfortable. My mouth was seal too, a strip of duct tape preventing me to scream, shout or call for help. Now I panicked, I didn't know where I was...and worse I don't think anyone else knew where I was. I looked around for a solution...but there wasn't one, I was alone in the middle of the room...the dim light was enough to see my surroundings. I tired to move, bouncing the chair to one of the work tables, lots of sharp things in here I could use, I was spoilt for choice. I lost my balance, eyes widen...this was going to hurt, the chair and myself toppling over. Smack goes my head, though the shoulder taking the full impact. I moaned in pain, and now shaking violently in frustration...what was the use? I couldn't move for shit...I'd have to wait for the person who's got me here to come back...it didn't take me long to realize that it was your fat father that brought me here...though preying it could've been one of the animaltronics that did this as a joke...but it was a stupid thought...then the door opened, I looked towards where the sound was coming from...stairs where leading to the only exit of this place...I couldn't see the door but heard it closed and then loud footsteps coming down the wooden stairs...

You know what I'm going to say...it was your fat ass of a father. He took off his jacket and hung it up. He sighed and walked towards me and he chuckled, laughing at my situation, no sympathetic emotion.

"Trying to get away?" he said, rolling his eyes. "I'd like to know how, no one will ever know your here in my home, my basement, my wonderful work basement. It's pathetic seeing you like this. Changing the subject though...you know what's going on, don't you? What I mean is, you know what's going on with the animaltronics"

I couldn't respond, instead I just frowned at him...a look of anger and confusion. He knew I couldn't answer...

"Now...this chat, we're suppose to have...Well, I don't think I should say anything until you do. You knew that these animaltronics were alive and I believe you know why...I've seen them myself, those black eyes, rage...they were coming after me...why? What have I done to them?

I couldn't responed, how could I?

"TELL ME!" He shouted.

I muffled through the sealed duct tape, trying to shout, trying to make my response clear. He huffed and ripped the tape off...it hurt so bad, ripping the skin off my lips, I whaled a yelp but then began speaking, quickly giving him an answer.

"YOU KILLED THEM" I shouted. "YOU KILLED THEM, THAT'S WHY THEY ARE AFTER YOU BECAUSE YOU KILLED THEM!"

"Killed them...?" He looked puzzled but I think he knew what I was talking about. "Who did I kill?"

"Don't give me that crap...those kids you killed back in 1987..."

"My...beautiful children?" said the fat man, sadly. "But...what does this have to do with the animaltronics?"

"Their souls were past on into the robots...those that you stuffed into the suits! When they died, their souls took over the animaltronics" I said, angrily

"That's...impossible" angered the man.

"No! It's the truth! You cursed them! You took everything away from them...now, the robots live! And they are good...they do nothing but good, almost like they've got another chance...but they won't move on until your dead!"

"Souls...of my beautiful children?" Smiled John, his smile was creepy. "They are...flesh?"

"Not quite!" I said, sternly. "Why did you kill those kids?"

"And what makes you think I would hurt my darling children? What proof have you got? First day on the job and you think your Sherlock fucking Holmes!" laughed John.

"Because I was there...I saw you stuff that poor girl into a Bonnie suit. It was YOU wearing that Freddy Fazbear..." I said, painfully, I had to remind him...John just stared at me, he gasps lightly...then the memory came back...

MEMORY:

The fake Freddy was pushing the girls body in a suit, the suit already had it's electronic, metallic plates inside and the girls body was crushed...dead. Her head, already inside the suit, her eyes squeezed and squashed out of the costumes sockets, murky liquid mixed with blood, flowing out from every gap... I gasped, feeling sick...then the fake Freddy saw me...he stopped and just looked at me, no expression, just that mask looking at me with it's odd grin. The girls body just...hanging out of the animaltronic costume.

"Your not in costume! ALL EMPLOYERS MUST BE IN UNIFORM! IT'S THE RULES!" He shouted.

He darted for me, I tried to turn and run but he was quick even with that heavy gear on. He picked me up and slammed me against the wall...I could hear his heavy breathing, echoing from the costume.

"This...little girl has filled the position of Bonnie" he said slowly along with his heavy breathing "...and I'm afraid all positions have been filled...and only employers are allowed here...I'm afraid I have to kill you...shame!"

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, now crying.

"It's just...the rules..." he said, almost laughing.

END OF MEMORY

John turned around and walked over to one of his work counters, he put both hands on it and leaned, his head looking down...I wasn't sure how he was going to react next, he just stood there in silence for about a minute...then, he spoke.

"It was...they were the...rules" John said, softy. "When my creations were taken away from me...I was livid, I had no copyright for those wonderful machines...they never credited me...that Fazbear bastard took my machines and made them to be his...the bear was based on me, I named him 'Goldie' because he was my first model I ever built...he was one of a kind, like a rare gold gem, hence the reasons I named him 'Goldie'...but Fazbear named him 'Freddy'...Freddy the bear...my purple dog became a rabbit...the duck was changed to a chicken and the fox was suppose to be a cat"

This was the only time I didn't feel like struggling, as his story became somewhat interesting, if a little unnerving...plus I wanted to hear it from the horses mouth.

"Sure...I kept my job if I kept my trap shut...it wasn't easy finding a job, so the bastard got me in his pockets..." he continued. "I watched them for years, seeing them sing and interact with the children...I loved the sight of this...children smiling, playing and full of joy with my robot designs...I found this beautiful, I over heard some parents saying how great my robots were...but all they ever mentioned was that Freddy Fazbear was a genius...I grilled in anger when I heard he got credit, even from the parents...I snapped and told them it was me that designed them, that I created them! They laughed in my face, I swore one of them spat at me...I was told to leave...I did..."

John pulled a tissue out and wiped his eyes, though he never got any sympathy from me...no matter what he said, there was no reason to forgive him what he did. He carried on...

"I...I got fired. I came in the next day and Fazbear gave me a letter. Termination of contract. The...bastard. But he gave me an ultimatum...work as a night guard, graveyard shift, away from all the people...and if I ever mentioned about "his" robot machines being mine, I'd never be seen again...I had no choice but to take the offer"

"Why didn't you just call the police or take him to court?" I asked but he reacted violently out the blue.

"I'M TALKING!" He shouted. "DON'T INTERRUPT ME! EVER!"

I sighed, annoyingly and he just carried on as if normal.

"To answer your question, how could I compete against the man who had all the money in the world...he'd bribed cops, lawyers...like he owned the whole damn town...that was never a choice...but only to agree and take the night guard shift...and have been until now. 1987...I always saw my creations every night...I loved them but they never moved...I just wanted them to be real, I wanted them to be like us...flesh and blood...so in the day time,I'd disguise myself as a Freddy character...so I could hear the kids laughter and running about...no one cared I was there, no one questioned me why I was an extra employee at a party...I hugged kids, I loved them...my ears filled with Ecstasy when I hear their laughter...it then accrued to me that I could have both...the love of these children could be with me forever...in my models. So I took them or should I say 'lured' them one by one...I offered them sweets...cakes...balloons, anything that would bring a smile to their faces, that was the hardest part... but convincing them to follow me got easier from the next one to the next and so on...It was...wonderful...that they could 'fit' in the suits...I wanted them to fill in the positions of the models, bring them life...my robots could have real flesh and blood in them...they would be real...I picked four wonderful kids, each with a lovely personality..."

"YOU BASTARD!" I shouted. "THEY WERE JUST KIDS!"

"I...told you" he said, walking over to me and kicked me in the face... "NOT TO INTERRUPT ME"

I felt my jaw move through the impact, like my skull being sucked in, my brain bouncing...teeth feeling numb,liquid forming in my mouth...warm, I spat it out, blood splattered from my spit and drooled some more, it was pointless trying to spot it,so I just kept on spitting,most dripping down the side of my face...I narrowed my eyes at the son of a bitch...he wiped his black shoe he kicked me with and leaned on the work bench, how that work bench didn't collapse through his weight is anyone's guess...God knows. He continued.

"Sometimes they would cry...sometimes they'd say it hurts, I'd whisper to them that it won't hurt any longer...so... I'd give one final push into the suits, I'd hear their skulls crack and then they became silent...I was telling the truth it wouldn't hurt...and it showed...they were one now, within my creations...my children..."

I sobbed at this...those poor children...

"And of course, you saw me kill a little girl..." he said, unsettlingly. "I should've killed you when I had the chance, if it weren't for some moron in a chica suit knocking me out..."

"That wasn't a person in a suit" I said through gritted teeth and tears. "That was Chica...one of your 'children', it was her that stopped you...and she probably would've killed you...if it weren't for me!"

"Chica..." he said, almost smiling. "Such a...silly name"

"It's a beautiful name" I said, angrily.

"And now...your saying that these new models have inherited the souls of my models.

"They are the same...just revamped, updated...brand fucking new...and they want to pour your blood over the floor...they are pissed!" I said, trying to convert my anger into a determined smile. "As I am!"

"Shame..." John signed, walking over to another work bench, picking up a small axe. "But now you know everything...and I'm afraid it should only be me...that knows!"

He darted towards me, I screamed and struggled through the duct tape, I couldn't move. He held my head down and raised the hammer. I beg him, cursed at him and tried to move but his grip was to strong, his eyes just stared at mine, I looked over with the corner of my eye of the hammer he was holding, this was going to rip my flesh and break my skull...but he hesitated, this felt worse and he was delaying his action...he then bit his lip and twitched his mustache and then...he lowered his hammer...he didn't speak but all I could hear was my pounding heart, thumbing loudly.

"Now hang on a minute..." he growled softy. "I could have use for you...you could speak to these robots and you could speak on my behalf...tell them I mean no harm...I'd like to see my...children again"

"Go to hell" I said, talking through his tight grip. I remember that I could maybe lure him to the parlour, the fact he hasn't done his day shift yet and then maybe Freddy and co could...deal with him.

"You WILL convince them!" he said threateningly.

I thought about this and just simply nodded. "Okay...I'll take you in...I'll talk to them"

"Wonderful" said the fat man and he lifted me up, it felt could getting the feeling back in my legs and the blood rushing back.

"Well..." he continued. "It's 5.30pm!"

5.30pm? How long was I out...nearly 24 hours? Jesus Christ, I thought. He carried on:

"I shall untie you and we'll go and start your 'shift', won't that be nice". He said,smiling. "Try anything funny though, and the last thing you'll see is my hammer coming towards your eyes!" He threatened.

I nodded and spat more blood out, as he went to cut the duct tape from my chest and feet but leaving my hands still bounded. My second day as Night Guard...

Not long until my friends get their revenge...