This is a short FNAF one shot I wrote back in 2018, after Dawko's interview with Scott. It got a good amount of attention, and I am fond of it, so I decided to upload it here to basically archive it. Please enjoy a story that I would say is like a 6/10 lol.
Scott stepped away from his computer. The interview was done, he had finally done his task. He hadn't revealed any lore, he had found his way around those questions he so, *so* wanted to answer. But, he had to do it, you know. "Am I free to go?", he asked, staring at the corner.
The red eyes squinted with malice and laughter, as a chuckle rang out. "No, not yet." The Eyes stared the man down, threatening to consume him. Carefully, he opened his modeling software on his desktop.
"I did what you asked. I avoided the questions, answered trivial ones instead, and mislead him. I mentioned the only thing *you* think matters. Now let me go already." He slid over his files, searching for the one he despised.
"Oh no, Mr. Cawthon, it doesn't work like that. You see, you *promised* me I'd be able to come back. But instead you kept going, doing the same thing over, and over, and over again. This time, you're going to do what *I* want! I'm the puppet master now."
A bead of sweat appeared on Scott's forehead, as he found the file he had searched for. 'I haven't viewed this one in years. I hope it works.'
The red eyes grew larger. "You see, when you brought me back, I felt joy for the first time. I had power, limitless power. I was even more powerful than you, I believe. But you had them defeat me, all for the sake of an ending, just another line of code in one of your creations." A brown hand appeared, holding a knife. The other, a water pail. "I told you I'd be back", Tyke said as he leaned in the light.
'Disgusting', Scott thought. To see this shell of his creation, one that had held so much promise, yet failed to live up to his expectations, right in front of him, disgusted him. "I only brought you back for the fans. I didn't do it for you, you know."
Tyke chucked yet again, his red eyes never blinking. "Oh, I know. But that's about to change. I want my series back. I want to see the lush world you've so easily forgotten and erased, I want to see my papa again, my girlfriend again, I want my *LIFE* back!" He clenched his hands together, threatening to crush the pail and knife.
"You don't deserve that. You had your chance. You're never coming back from this!" With that Scott, showed Tyke his screen. On the monitor, Tyke's very own model was open, and Scott's mouse was hovering over the delete tab.
"No you don't!" Tyke rushed at Scott, preparing his attack. But, Scott was too quick. He quickly pressed delete, launching to the side, as the knife plunged into his desk. Tyke fell to the ground, writhing in artificial agony as his model began to disintegrate into dust. His eyes, rapidly flashing from black to red, fell on his creator. Scott could swear he saw a tear, before it quickly disintegrated as well. As Tyke's skin fell away, his metallic underbody became rusty, before finally vanishing as well. Left behind, his water pail fell onto the ground, spilling water all over Scott's office.
As he picked up the pail, Scott picked up the El Chip plush he had received in the mail. It was a prototype, missing color, but it didn't feel like it to him. It felt cold, empty, save for the hate of Tyke. As he threw it in the trash, to be forgotten, he picked up the empty pail, and placed it on his desk, next to his Freddy plushie. "You were doomed from the start. I'm sorry, Tyke."
Scott woke up in his bed, sweating. Glancing to the side, he saw his alarm clock read 3 AM. Next to it was a bag of BBQ chips, half empty. Breathing hard, he whispered "Damnit, just like that Bonnie nightmare I had all those years ago." And with that, he drifted back to sleep.
So yeah, there it is. I'll probably upload the other stories I had written there as well, compiling them now. I'll also release the Henry and Afton logs I made, I really like HRYLOGS. Oh and I might reboot The First Generation. See you later!