4: Interview of a Animaltronic
NOTES: Second from last chapter. Getting there, we're getting there...and yes this chapter will also contain strong lanuage and violence. Again, you've been warned.
Mike noticed he was human again...and that he was wearing his night guard uniform again but something was concerning him even more. Mike turned around but everything was white...a blank canvas but he could see some shadows coming through the white mist...the more closer they got the more clearer they were starting to become. There was three of them...no, FOUR of them. Mike was started to get worried but a strange and yet somewhat familiar voice told him he was dead...if this was true, then he had let those around him down, at least thats what he thought.
MIKE: Who...w-who's there?
STRANGER: Don't be afraid Mike, it's okay?
MIKE: Is it though? Stop pissing me about, what's going on? I mean...am I...am I really...d-dead...?
STRANGER: I'm afraid so, Mike...I'm afraid so.
MIKE: Why? Why now?
STRANGER: We just want to talk to you.
MIKE: But Chica, she's...(Frowns) We...?
STRANGER: Yes.
All three of the strangers and the person providing a the soft voice of somewhat comfort came into view beyond the white mist. Mike looked in awe and gasped slightly at what he saw...four humans, though they looked really family. The tall man in front was wearing a smart brown suit, white shirt underneath and matching brown trousers, a bow tie around the collar and a black top hat. A female on his left was wearing a blue tank top and fake bunny ears on her purple long hair, along with some blue torn up jeans and quite an innocent bust, and rosy cheeks. On the tall man's right was a slightly younger male, who was wearing a red torn t-shirt and almost baggy grey trousers, it didn't seem to suit by colour but for the young mans attitude it was almost perfect...an eye patch over his eye, a sword attached to his belt and his arms folded...Mike quickly noticed this name looked like Foxy but had no hook as a hand. The last person was standing next to Foxy...a female, who had her arms around him...lovely pink hair, a white t-shirt and pink gym-like trousers...lip stick around her lips.
FREDDY: Hello, Mike.
MIKE: (Dumbfound) What the...? Freddy?
FREDDY: That's right, Mike...we're all here. Me, Bonnie, Foxy and Vixen.
MIKE: Vixen? But she didn't have a-
VIXEN: Soul?
MIKE: Well...y-yeah...
VIXEN: I was given one, Mikey.
MIKE: But...but..how?
FREDDY: Though she was more machine than us, she gained a soul through her kindness, spirit and sacrifice...anyone can gain a soul if they earn it...machine or not...
MIKE: So...your the souls then? It's really you?
BONNIE: Yes, your seeing us what we would look like all grown up but also with the appearance and similarities as the animaltronics, since we've been in those suits for so many years.
FREDDY: And as I mentioned before, Mike, our souls grow old...souls never die, they live on.
MIKE: But your...dead...now...?
FREDDY: In another life, this one, yes...
MIKE: And so am I?
FREDDY: (Nods almost sadly) Yes.
MIKE: But why now? I mean, Chica isn't here, so she must still be alive.I've got to get back to her! I can't be here!
FREDDY: Which is why we want a quick chat.
MIKE: A chat?
FOXY: Aye laddie, we're sending ye back!
MIKE: You...you are?
FREDDY: Mike, you've got something that we no longer have...
MIKE: And what's that?
FREDDY: A reason to live.
MIKE: What? But...wait, you guys have every reason to live...all of you!
BONNIE: We're...tired now, Mike...
FOXY: Aye, it be time to let the ship sail...
VIXEN: It feels like that...our work is done!
MIKE: No...no, you can't just give up! Not like that...think of all the things we've been through...and that bastard Fone is still down their terrorizing good people!
BONNIE: It's time to let go!
MIKE: It's not fair!
FREDDY: Mike, we're finally at peace now...we've done all we can! We are sick of dying all the time...it had to end sometime...
MIKE: But...I can fix you, I can help you...
FREDDY: No, Mike...it's done. It's time to let go. You have a life now...you have a child on the way.
BONNIE: He'll need his father.
VIXEN: And Chica will need you too...
MIKE: So...this is it? After all these years it's...goodbye?
FOXY: Aye, laddie.
FREDDY: We will live on with you, Mike...we can't thank you enough for what you've done for us.
MIKE: I see...I...I do understand...but...it won't be the same without you guys...what will Chica think? I mean, she's been with you guys for God knows how long, pretty much from the start...
FREDDY: She will understand.
MIKE: It just feels like...it's the end of...everything. You guys are...my best friends...the best friends a human could ever have...well, when I was...but still...
FREDDY: It's never the end...just a new chapter...
FOXY: Jus' make sure ye kill that Fone guy...and everything will be alright!
MIKE: I'll make sure of it!
FREDDY: One thing before you go...there is someone who wants to speak with you.
MIKE: Uh...okay.
Freddy and the gang move to one side and another shadow appears in the white mist...the figure then appears. Mike gasped, shocked and almost smiles at the person in front of him. The figure smiles back at Mike...black suit, pink tie...a young man.
CAKE: Hey, Mike...
MIKE: Oh my God, Cake...is that...?
CAKE: (Chuckles) Yeah, it's me.
MIKE: Chris!
Mike walks up to Cake and gives him the biggest hug he's given to anyone. Mike was almost at tears...Cake returns the hug, they then look at each other.
MIKE: I can't believe it...
CAKE: Believe it...just like I did with you.
MIKE: I don't know what to say...
CAKE: You don't have to say anything, Mike...I'm just glad your a free man.
MIKE: I'm not quite free yet.
CAKE: Don't worry, you will be.
MIKE: Look...I'm...I'm sorry I didn't-
CAKE: Don't you ever be sorry, Mike, it's not your fault...it was never your fault. I knew what I was getting myself in for...and to help you put a stop to Guy Kanes was something I'll never regret...it was just my time.
MIKE: But...Claire and Fritz...?
CAKE: They already understand...but they know they haven't lost me...because I'll always be with them...forever.
MIKE: I'll...tell them that.
CAKE: (Smiles) I know you will. Listen, Mike...you are strong, you've done more than people know...you always think of others and you'll do anything for them...that's why you are going back...because your life is down there...not here.
MIKE: But...what about you?
CAKE: I'm at peace now...just like your friends. We're...free.
Mike nods and wipes away a runaway tear rolling down his cheek, he then notices his hands slowly evaporating, looking like see-through...he looks up, worried that he couldn't get the chance to say his goodbyes...but his friends did it for him.
VIXEN: Fair well, Mikey...thank you for...giving me a chance to live...thank you for...building me.
FOXY: Goodbye, Mikey, me lad...you'll always be me first mate...we had some good ol' times, didn't we...
BONNIE: Say hello to Chica for me, Mikey...and thank you for everything...thank you for helping us!
Mike was becoming transparent even more...he smiled weakly at his friends.
FREDDY: Don't worry about us, Mike. We'll be fine...we'll be right with you.
Mike nods and then Cake had his turn for the final time.
CAKE: Tell my wife and son...that I love them very much and if they ever need me...tell them to look at the stars.
Mike was about to speak but he was sucked away...he kept eye contact on his friends until they disappeared...the white slowly becoming blue...he felt like he was falling...like time was being sped up...he started to feel his fingers becoming tinglingly, the coldness of his body was starting to feel...warm...
The blue surroundings were becoming black as night...and then silence.
VOICE: GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!
FEMALE VOICE: DON'T PUSH ME!
VOICE: GET DOWN, OR YOUR FUCKING CHILD WON'T SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY! I'LL ABORTION THE LITTLE SHIT FOR YOU.
Mike opened his eyes...slowly, his vision coming back and he took in some air but quietly doing not to be heard...he looked on and saw Fan, Claire, Fritz and Chica lined up on the floor, all kneeling down and their hands behind their head. Fritz hugged his mum, she tried hugging back but Fone split them apart, whacking Claire across the face with his gun.
CHICA: YOU BASTARD! YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD!
FONE: You'll be the first to die, since you don't shut up! Mr Bullet will help you with that.
MIKE: You...w-won't do such fucking thing...
Everybody and including Fone looked towards Mike, who was slowly getting up. They all looked in shock...Chica cried happily and called out his name but Fone kicked her in the back, she whimpered...and then Mike's eyes went black...and red dots replace his pupils in the sockets.
MIKE: DON'T TOUCH HER!
Mike then ran towards Fone at some speed, like a panther would, Fone then pointed his gun at Mike and pulled the trigger...a bullet impacted into Mike's shoulder, he was jerked by it but still he headed towards Fone as if not fazed by the pain that was slowly surrounding his shoulder...and not to mention the sword that was still implanted in him. Fone panicked.
FONE: Shit, why can't you JUST FUCKING DIE! DIE SCHMIDT
Fone pretty much empties his chamber, his shots going everywhere...his hand shaking...then Mike roared and jumped towards Fone, who screamed. Mike shoved Fone, making him lose his balance, slamming hard on the wooden floor. Fone tried to move but Mike's weight was to heavy, Mike growled at Fone...who was panic stricken by now...Mike looked at Fone's good hand he was holding the chip in, Mike grabbed his hand and twisted it, snapping the bone easily...Fone screamed as loud as he could. The others got up and looked on, all horrified. Mike bent Fone's hand in an unnatural way, the broken bone ripping through the skin...another twisted and *SNAP* the hand was ripped off...blood poured everywhere, Fone screamed, jerked his body and tried pushing Mike off but it was no use. Mike turned to Fan and chucked the rip hand towards Fan, who caught it with ease and slight disgust at the sight of hand...he started to pry open the clenched fingers.
FONE: I'M A COP! THEY'LL PUT YOU AWAY FOR THIS!
MIKE: I'm dead in your records, officer. How can you arrest a dead person?
FONE: You pay for this...I'LL MAKE SURE YOU FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!
MIKE: You killed my friends...hurt those who I loved...and made many people suffer from your corruption...it's you who SHOULD FUCKING PAY!
Mike then punches Fone incredibly hard with his thick, plastic fist...the other ripping Fone's face due to his other hand nothing but cracked, broken plastic and metal endo arm...skin ripped, cut like butter...Fone screamed even more, the pain becoming unbearable.
MIKE: No pain will match to what you did to others. You and Guy will fit perfectly in hell.
Mike then tucked his good hand behind Fone's head who was very weak, he slowly lifted him up...lifting his head towards the broken blade stuck in Mike. Fone screamed, his mouth wide...the sword pushing back his front teeth, blood popped out, dripping down his front and flooding his mouth, he choked...but Mike pulled Fone's head forward...the blade in the mouth and cutting the roof of his mouth and tongue starting to be slice down the middle. Fone's screams were muffled as he could no longer make a sentence except screams of pain, tears started rolling from his eyes...Mike looked down at his actions, he smiled...and pulled Fone's head even more...the blade ripping the mouth with ease, now the back of his mouth, gag reflexes were kicking in, yellow puke making it's way up and out...mixing with his own blood...he choked even more...he gasped his last cry as Mike yanked at Fone's head with strong strength, he felt the tip of the blade come out of the back of Fone's head, an sickly "ack" sound came from Fone, ripping the skull and flesh, sounds of bone cracking ringed in Mike's ears and with one final yank, the blade ripped through Fone's head...his hands twitched...and then his eye eyes rolled to the back of his head...his body limped...
Mike breathed heavily...and then his eyes reverted back to normal...he looked up at the ceiling, taking in what he did and then look back down at Fone's lifeless body...they were connected only by the sword and Mike bit his lip and pushed Fone off the sword...blood splashed everywhere...bits of flesh and strains of hair were stuck on the sword. Mike fell back to...but then he felt Fan and Claire grab hold of him and lift him up...
FAN: Easy, Mr Schmidt...easy...
MIKE: (Looks at Fan and smiles) I think just..."Mike" will do...
FAN: (Smiles) Mike...
CHICA: Oh Mikey, I thought you were dead, I thought...no, not again...n-not again...
MIKE: I'm...a-alive and well...
FAN: (Points at the sword) Except for the sword in you...
MIKE: Yeah...s-someone pull it out...
FAN: It'll...hurt...
MIKE: I've...h-had worse, believe me. I'm thankful for being alive...
CHICA: I'll do it...
MIKE: Go for it, sweetheart...quick pull, if that's okay...
Chica nods and grabs the blade...she bit her lip and ignored the tears coming out of her...she gave it a quick pull, Mike felt the blade leave him and he hissed in pain but Chica managed to pull it out without damaging Mike even further. Mike accepted the pain and was glad it was out of him...the oil dripped but otherwise fine. Chica looked at the blood covered, oil dripping blade and then at Fone's dead body...she gritted her teeth and walked over to the scumbags body...her eyes turned black. Mike saw this...but didn't bother to stop her.
CHICA: You could've harmed my child, you son of a bitch! You bastard! YOU COULD'VE HURT MY BABY! MY FRIENDS! MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD YOU PRICK!
She raised the blade and swung down the sword over Fone's neck, the blade ripping through the flesh and bone with ease, the body twitched at the impacted and Fone's head was lobbed off, his head spining on it's own...Fan, Claire and Fritz looked on in horror while Mike, left her to it. Chica took some deep breaths and then her eyes went back to normal...her lip then quivered, she dropped the blade and then feel to her knees, she rubbed her bump and started crying...Mike gently came out of Fan and Claire's helpful grasp and went over to Chica...he knelled down to Chica and put his arms around her, her head tucked on his shoulders and still she let out a cry...Mike titled his head on hers...understanding what she was going through and what they had witnessed.
CHICA: Their gone, Mikey...our friends are gone...
MIKE: No, Chica...their not...
CHICA: (Sniffs and looks at Mike) What do you mean?
MIKE: I saw them...I saw their spirits. Chica, they will always be here...with us. Always.
Chica smiles but this still doesn't stop her from pouring more tears from her now-sore eyes. Claire and Fritz looked on, crying themselves...Fan, walked up to them both...stretching his arms out...embracing in a formal group hug.
NOTES: I'll admit again, I loved writing this chapter and yes, I've got one chapter to do, it won't be a long chapter but it will be an ending I hope you will like. I'll probably do this before Monday that being the case, so I know the story is finished then. Anyway, my football team have a rather important match...so, I am gonna be distracted this weekend (Saturday, that's for sure)...well, at least for 90 minutes.
Again, thank you for the reviews.