Interview of a Night Guard 3

NOTES: It's hard to do notes without giving to much away…so here goes…

Although this is the third story, I've actually come up with an idea for a fourth instalment but I want to see where this story lead and depending if you guys want one or not.

Also I've changed the year dates from the teaser, as I believe 10 years from the second story is a bit much and to far ahead…other than that, everything you read in the teaser should be the same.

John and Daniel Kanes are my characters, I've disclaimed this in case I do use them but they are dead, as you may know in previous stories but may use them in flashbacks.

Any other character used in this story, which is pretty much all of them belong to Scott Cawthon. Only the story is mine.

Most likely, this story will become M-Rated in later chapters…only when I feel the content is too much, until then, it's starting as T-Rated.

If you do or don't like it, tell me why…I won't accept "its shit" because it's not constructive criticism and I will therefore delete it.

I'd recommend reading the first two but I'll try and make it easier to understand for new comers.

I won't be updating as much until the game comes out but for now I'm just working on from what I've seen from the FNAF 3 Trailer.

Hope you enjoy it.

2017: Set three years after the incident from the second story.

Mike was on his knees, his head tilted down, he was holding his shoulder, blood soaked through his clothes…blood seeping gently through his fingers…he moaned in pain.

VOICE: I always come back, Mr Schmidt…there is a place for me. Hey…look up! (Mike ignores this) I said…LOOK UP!

Mike flinched at the tone of this voice, he slowly lifted his head up, he started shaking…but eventually he did look up…his face was a mess, cuts over his face and a bleeding lip…a fresh bruised mark around his eye…he whimpered, almost crying. When he looked up he saw a tattered, withered old-looking animatronic…a gold looking rabbit, who almost looked like Bonnie but was worse for wear. The golden rabbit was holding another man by the neck…this man was slightly younger than Mike but not by much…he was weak but still alive…the golden rabbit was holding what looked like a piece of metal…no, actually…a metallic foot…in his other hand.

GOLDEN RABBIT: It'd be pointless killing you Mr. Schmidt, I've come to realise that…but it'd be much better to see you suffer…oh yes, it would be prolong. (Looks at the man he's holding and then looks back at Mike) Take a good look at this man, Mr Schmidt…look at the fear and pain in his eyes…his suffering will come to an end…your won't. You'll be the one who kills him…at least that's what the police will think…(Smiles) Yes…you'll suffer in prison…

MIKE:No…p-please…don't do t-this…

GOLDEN RABBIT: Oh Mr Schmidt, haven't you learnt anything? I'll just do the opposite you'll say!

The golden rabbit then swings his arm, the hand holding the metal foot, and stabs it into the neck of the man, the stabbing made a squelching sound and blood made it's exit…the man gagged, his eyes wide open but then no other sound past his lips, except a struggle to breath and blood slowly dripping out of his mouth. The golden rabbit forced another stab into the man's neck, making another deep wound. Mike screamed and cursed at the situation but the golden rabbit didn't listen…the man made his last gasp, a violent shake and then his eyes rolled back into his head…lifeless…just an empty dead body now.

The golden rabbit pulled the metal foot out of the man's neck for the second and last time, he laughed manically and then chucked the metal foot at Mike, lading right next to him…Mike looked at it, the man's blood and small bits of flesh practically covering it…Mike moaned in sadness and closed his eyes, pushing out more tears that flowed down his face. The golden rabbit loosened his grip and the man's body flopped onto the floor like a rag doll…the golden rabbit smiled at his work and then looked over to Mike.

GOLDEN RABBIT:I see you let your friends escape…such a shame…

MIKE: You'll…you'll never find them…

GOLDEN RABBIT: I don't really care about them, Mr Schmidt…they could leave the country for all I care…it's you, I really want…it's you who I want to suffer the most…

MIKE:U-Up…yours…

GOLDEN RABBIT: Still a bit of fight in you, Mr Schmidt…I don't know why you bother. Now, as your friends have cowardly ran away…this place…will only have one animatronic…and…it's me…this…"attraction" has a place for me…a home…but let's not forget about YOU, Mr Schmidt…they'll have a place for you…in prison!

…..

Mike then shot up and screamed, he panted and cold sweat covered his face, he then felt all over his body and checked for wounds…there was none but old scars and a few red healing marks on his face…it took him away to realize where he was…he was in a small room, big enough for one person…dirtied white walls, an old desk and chair…and a metallic toilet with a sink next to it. He was indeed in prison…he moved so he was at the end of his loud springy bed, his head in his hands and rubbed his face before stroking his hair.

MIKE: I…shouldn't be here…I shouldn't…(He takes a deep breath) Oh, I hope you guys are okay…please be safe…please…

He sighed again and then looked at the wall…he had been keeping tabs on how long he'd been here…the tally markings reading he had been in prison for 3 months and 29 days…only another ten years until he'd be injected with a lethal dose of poison…sentence to death for a murder he didn't commit.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Mike was lying in bed, hands behind his head and just staring at the ceiling…his mind a blank…but he was smiling, which seemed odd considering his current situation…he had a piece of paper in his hand, that he held on tight…a few seconds later, he heard footsteps, faint at first but then they got louder and louder…until eventually they stopped outside his heavy iron door, he panic slightly but kept his cool and stuffed the piece of paper into his pillow…jinglerling of keys next, that were put in the lock…he slowly got up and then the door opened…a prison guard entered the room and just stood there dead panly..

PRISON GUARD: Come on then, up you get!

MIKE: What…?

PRISON GUARD: You've got a visitor…

MIKE: A visitor? Who…who is it?

PRISON GUARD: He's a reporter…

Meanwhile, in another room of the prison…it was a room for visiting…but not really much to go by, by the décor. It was dull and boring.

GUARD: Wait here, we'll bring him out soon.

A young man in his late twenty's enters the room…there are a few benches about but are unoccupied…he goes to sit at the bench he was directed to. He looks around, almost nervously and takes a deep breath…he sets his notepad and pen down…what felt like minutes were merely seconds as a door opened from the other side of the room…the heavy iron doors clanged and echoed the whole room…at this point the young man stood up, thinking it was only polite to greet the man he wanted to see and make a good impression…two men entered the room, one was just a basic guard but walking behind the first man…who was wearing a full orange boiler-type uniform and hand cuffed around the wrists….his hair was going grey with a hint of white specs and had a stubble around his mouth and chin…the orange suited man looked to be in his late-thirties and total drained. The younger man coughed and straightens his suit and tie…which was a strange pink colour…

The two men were face to face...

GUARD 2: When you're done, give us a call…

The orange man didn't speak and just stared at the younger man…eventually the younger man acknowledged the Guards words.

YOUNG MAN: Okay, thank you…(The guard leaves…and yet the atmosphere felt awkward. He took another breath) How are you, Mr Schmidt? (Mike didn't say a thing) Uh…would you care to sit down? (Mike still doesn't respond)…Or stand, w-whatever's good for yo-

MIKE: Who are you and what do you want?

YOUNG MAN: Oh, yes, sorry, how silly of me…m-my…my name is Chris Cake and I'm-

MIKE: Chris Cake? Bit of an odd name, don't you think…?

CAKE: Y-Yeah…(Chuckles) My wife calls me "Cupcake", silly I know…(Awkward pause as Mike doesn't look amused) Look, I'm-

MIKE: Here to interview me, I know…

CAKE: Yes…right…uh…I'm…I-I'm new at this and was compelled to find out more about you…your story is…v-very interesting…

MIKE: Well guess what, Kid? I don't do interviews any more…in fact; I requested not to be interviewed by anyone…why the hell did they let you in? I don't care if you're a rookie, I don't give interviews any more…not what's happened to me in the past…

CAKE: Yes…yes, I'm aware of that but-…

MIKE: Unless your another relative to a screwed up family of Kanes here to finish me off, then you're wasting your time, kid…I've got nothing to say…

Mike turns his head to the guard to come and collect him.

CAKE: But, wait I…(Mike ignores him and turns around) Please! Look…yes, your right…I do want to interview you…I want to know what happened at Freddy Fazbears Horror attraction.

MIKE: Go read my statement then!

CAKE: I'm here to also discuss about the animatronics. (It was at this point that Mike stopped in his tracks, he slowly turned his head back towards Cake) The police are not bothered about robots…but to me they are evidence, maybe a part of what happened…

MIKE: Get to the point…

CAKE: They weren't found at the scene of the crime, Mr Schmidt…only a dead body…what I would like to know is…where are they now? Because, at the end of the day…only YOU know where they are...

MIKE: And why should I tell you?

CAKE: Because…I believe you…I believed your statement. I believe that these robots are…alive…and I can help you…but first, I need to know what happened to Freddy Fazbear Junior…(Mike just bites his lip) Mr Schmidt…what really happened…because I believe you didn't kill him…

NOTES: Not sure when I'll update again, hopefully after the weekend but can't promise…anything…