No Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Fourteen:

Ever Lasting Night

-....-

Tears were making their way down his cheek, and he tried to stop it, but after finally finding Hwnt, whom had eventually cornered himself, Tyler ignored them. Tyler had found himself still horribly tired, but if he gave up at all, for if he didn't, Hwnt would have his head. Hwnt had his back to the corner, and was glaring at Tyler.

“Y-You're c-c-cornered.” Tyler breathed out.

Hwnt coughed. “You think t-that you've won, huh!? YOU THINNK YOU'VE WON HUH!?”

Tyler flinched at these words. He was still scared.

“Well you look here, KID!” Hwnt frowned, shifting in his place. “I've worked here for as long as I could remember. I've worked my way to the top of this company, and it's all know falling part. All this work for what!? Oh, not nothing. All for my entertainment? Half heartedly. Maybe because there is a greater evil? I think not. You'll never know the real reason why this has all happened, BECOUSE THERE ISN'T ONE.”

Tyler stepped back. He was confused.

Hwnt stepped forward in reply. “AND YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE THE REASON THIS HAS ALL CRASHED DOWN UPON ME! If you had never gotten this job, the park would be completely fine! I'd still be collecting voices of those poor poor shitty workers from Team Crafted's and Freddy Fazbear's. We would still be in business. We'd always be in business.”

“And who employed me?”

“Aviator did! And I won't let him live for that either!” Hwnt hissed.

Hwnt formed a fist with his hand and hit the wall beside him. “Nobody will live! AhahhahaHAahaah! Not even I! This whole place will burn, I can smell It! So many have already died, and just because it seems to all be falling, I won't let this ever lasting night be the end of the performance!”

Tyler gulped, stepping back. Hwnt was getting far more mad by the second. Hwnt coughed and laughed and was falling apart. Hwnt coughed more, having to lean down. But that's when Tyler noticed Hwnt was reaching into his back pocket. His eyes widen, when he saw Hwnt pull out a stun gun. Shit. Tyler stepped back, his heart beating so fast it hurt.

“AHAHA!” Hwnt stood back up, in his right hand the stun gun. He flickered it on, a blue static dancing off the ends of the metal tips.

Tyler's eyes stared at the blue light that threatened every last part of his breathing existence. Hwnt stepped forward, and his only reply was to step backwards. He lost his ability to talk, and it seemed all was crashing down on him. Nobody to save him.

“A-and I think-” Hwnt coughed. “-I'll s-start by k-killing YOU!”

Hwnt suddenly jumped out, and Tyler had no time to dodge this time. The metal ends of the stun gun came into contact with Tyler, and he felt a horrible zap ring through out his body. A burning sensation, one that fried the skin that was touched. Everything that hurt screamed out at Tyler's nervous system, and the overload was far too much for the young human to handle. Tyler fell to the floor, not quite dead, but blacked out, and on his way to the light if nothing were to pull him back.

“AHAHAHAHAH!” Hwnt laughed, looking down at the motionless body.

Then, Hwnt started to stomp on Tyler, putting as much force as he could into his kicks.

“I'LL KILL YOU!” Hwnt screamed. “I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! AAHAaAHAHAHhHAHAHHA! I'LL KILL YOU!”

Hwnt continued, getting tried with each burst of energy wasted on kicking what was already down. But he enjoyed it. He was mad, after all. He continued to yell and scream the same three word sentence, his voice echoing through the room. He started to even kick away the metal shell on Tyler's sides, and at one point, making his sick grin grow even wider, blood start to come from where he kicked at, splattering onto the floor.

“AHAHAAH I'LL KILL YO-”

But his fun was short lived, and he left something collide with his face, and Hwnt fell to the side, the stun gun in his hand falling to the floor. Hwnt gasped, turning to see what had happened, only to Have a pair of hands grab his throat, and he was knocked into the wall. His eyes met Aviator's eyes, and for a moment, Hwnt continued to laugh. Aviator was mad, oh so mad, just like he was.

“I'll kill you~” Hwnt continued to laugh like a child was Aviator choked him.

“You've talked enough!” Aviator growled in reply.

Aviator continued to strangle his boss, Hwnt trying to fit back, but in the end, he was no stronger then the kid on the floor. Hwnt's eyes widen when his lungs could no longer fight the war for him, and with that, he felt everything flash before his eyes. All the hope he had as a child and all the despair that it would turn into. He started to cry. His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something. Hwnt's hands, that had been digging into Aviator's, trying to stop him, slowly lost their grip, and fell to his side.

It wasn't till Aviator heard a crack, even the smallest of one, that he stopped. He was angry. With eyes full of fire, he let go of Hwnt, who fell to the floor. Hwnt was dead. Aviator stared down at the body, his arms beginning to shake. He'd never killed anybody before, unless you counted all the employees he worked with that had died. Aviator had never murdered with his own hands, and for the first time, they were stained with blood. Was it worth it? It was either Hwnt or Aviator, and Aviator wasn't going to let the maniac live another day.

Not after killing Bashur, not after killing Mike, not after killing Tyler. Not even after killing what happiness Aviator had left in his life.

“Aviator? Aviator are you okay?” Clara asked from the bluetooth. “Aviator what just happened?”

And suddenly, this overwhelming feeling trapped Aviator. Tears came to his eyes, and his whole body was a mess. Was it over? Would it ever be? What time was it? Where was he? What truly did just happen? His mind was either empty of so full of thought that it was nothing but static. He ignored Clara's cries, and when the found of the police barging into the room could be heard, he ignored that too.

“Sir!” Cried one of the police. “The building is on fire! We need to evacuate right now!”

Aviator turned his head just a bit, his eyes landing on the broken body of Tyler. Oh Tyler.

“Sir! Come with me, please!”

And Aviator's nerves gave out. The moment his shoulder was touched by one of the cops trying to save him, he passed out. It was all too much for such a lonely, tried man to take in.

“Sir!”

-...-

“RUN! WHY CAN'T YOU RUN!?” Shelby had screamed at the Seto Animatronic, which was standing far too close to the fire.

The Seto bot had been staring into the fire that he created. When Shelby had run into the room, a mess, like all, the Seto bot turned to see her. He couldn't save her. He couldn't save anybody. None of the animatronics could. They could, however, destroy Team Crafted Company. They were going to murder the group that murdered them.

“I know that there are souls inside of each and every one of you. Will you all be okay in the fire? Because there isn't a way out for you.” Shelby broke down.

Seto said nothing.

“He worked so hard to save you all. And now- And now-!” Shelby's sight was blinded by tears.

“T-The t-true T-eam Crafted w-will s-stand.” Seto said. “T-T-Till d-death do we part.”

“You don't make any sense at all!” Shelby shouted.

“I-I-i F-f-found I-it.” The Seto bot continued. “W-Wel-come c-child, t-to T-Team Crafte-ed's.”

Shelby stared a the bot in horror. It wasn't the voice at all talking. The fire beside it was melting the inside of the body, and it was dying. Shelby felt a hand grab her and turned to see a cop, shouting at her, trying to save her. She couldn't hear any of his words, and she looked back at the melting bot.

“NO!” She screamed.

Shelby was pulled out of the building, and the image of the fire and the robot didn't escape her mind till she was outside. She shook her head to find herself in the parking lot. There were police cars and a few ambulances, and a fire truck. Lights everywhere in the dark sky. Clara, Alesa, and the two employees were talking to cops, Clara still yelling into the blue tooth while one of the cops tried to calm her down. Shelby saw Kyle and Janet being escorted out of the building, and then she saw a light in her eyes when one of the ambulance people did a quick check up on her, asking her questions.

When Shelby was able to get away from the check up, she found herself running back over to Kyle and Janet.

“Kyle! The Animatronics are still in there!” She told him.

Kyle's eyes widen at Shelby's state. She looked like more of a wreck then they did. Kyle didn't really know what to do to calm her down, so in a state of panic, all he could do to comfort his friend was to pull her into a hug. In truth, he was a mess too. They were young, and all this chaos was more then enough to scare them back into their child state of minds.

It wasn't long till the rest of the police that had run in were coming out. And they had bodies in their arms with them. Janet watched them as they took Mike's body to one of the ambulances. Aviator's jacket was still with him too. Then she watched as they took Aviator's passed out body to an ambulance. Janet noticed Hwnt's body, and then, for a horribly long moment, no one came out of the building after that.

And then one more cop walked out of the doors, in his hands, a body. A body with metal attached to the skin, blood dripping from it's side, and a head of messy brown hair. One of the street lights out side of the building reflected off of the glasses that had been picked up and here on the body, and Janet's eyes widen.

“Tyler.”

Shebly and Kyle heard the woman's voice, and turned to see them take their friend's body into one of the ambulances. With a nudge, the three ran over to the ambulance.

“Hold on! You need to be famil-”

“WE ARE FAMILY!” Shebly screamed at the man. “PLEASE! LET US IN!”

The man couldn't really stop them, and becouse they were actually pretty much family to Tyler, they were allowed in. The man got into the ambulance behind them and the doors were closed, and the ambulance pulled out of the parking lot to make it's way to the hospital. The man inside asked them questions about Tyler' such as his name and what not, and the three tried to answer, but the state of Tyler was something they couldn't really take then attention off of. The state he was in was far different then the state they had last seen him in, and in fact they were scared. He was found, but he was not alright.

Not alright at all.

-....-

The siblings couldn't sleep at all, and it was sometime well passed their bed time when they heard lots of noises outside their closed bedroom door. Curious, and yet worried, they peeked out, to see just down the hall, their mother and father were talking to each other.

“Who was that!? Who was it on the phone!?” Their father asked, concerned to see his wife in tears.

Their mother sobbed into their father's chest. “They found him! T-They found him!”

“Where is he!?” Their father asked, as he tried to comfort her.

“He's at the hospital. They d-didn’t tell me anything else! We have to go!”

Suddenly one of the siblings had leaned too much on the door, and fell to the carpeted ground, exposing them all to their parents. The embarrassment and the belief that they were going to get in trouble for still being up made them tear up.

“Oh my gosh.” Their mother and father ran over to them, and they were picked up. But instead of being take back into their room, their parents walked them into the living room, where they were told to put on their shoes.

“Where are we going, momma?” Yawned one of the siblings.

“We're going to see your brother. They found him.”

“Found him? He w-was missing?” The oldest of the younger siblings frowned.

“They found him.”

-...-

     Sitting in his room, his knees up to his chest, Bodil sat on his best. He had his black, yellow, and orange jacket with the puppy ears and tail on, and stared at his bedroom wall while the small TV played in the corner. He wasn't really tired. On the bed next to him, there were coloring books and printer paper with crayons all over the place. He had been drawing pictures. 

   Suddenly Bodil heard noises from outside of his bedroom door and jumped off his bed, quietly, and turned of the TV. He was supposed to be asleep. So he shoved all of the papers and books and crayons onto the floor and jumped into the covers of his bed, turning so that his back was to the door. His heart beat fast, and the door opened. After a few moments, it closed. He was safe. 

   The floor was a mess, and his drawings had flew all over the place becouse of the ceiling fan. He had drawings of his friends and family, as well as drawings for comic books and tv shows, but he also had drawings of the Team Crafted characters, and drawings of Shelby, Kyle, and Tyler. 

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