Five Nights at Team Crafted's

Epilogue:

Prove You Wrong

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“WAIT!”

Mike screamed. He ran, his boots hitting against the concrete ground of the Team Crafted's Theme Park. It was dark and he could hardly see at all. He lost his flashlight and left his things in the office. Tyler had vanished and the echoing sound of metal and the darkness of the night freaked the man out to no end. He had gotten used to Freddy's after awhile, yet was more then happy to be fired from the place. Now here he is, pretty much in the same spot. He really should have given up the night guard position. What was next? A night at the museum?

He had only just met Tyler too. It was Monday night and everything had already turned to hell. Running around, Mike searched for the boy, whom was only 7 or 8 years younger then him. He seemed all happy and without any care at all in the world, with was funny because didn't he work here for a week already? I mean, with eight animatronics, it had to be far harder then just five. Tyler also had to run around more and there was a bigger space to keep eye on. But then again, Mike was over thinking this. All the horrors of his last job were returning.

Mike found himself nearly running into the corner of a small building in the middle of the park, where a large resting area was. He wasn't used to the park's layout, having no care in the world to study the map given to him. He was a lazy person, thus why he thought being a night guard at a kid's pizza place would be a good idea. He did remember a bit of the history from Aviator telling him in an interview, but he was spaced out for part of it. Who cared about the park's history? Mike didn't.

Stopping himself before tripping onto the ground, he caught his breath and picked up a sound from inside the restrooms. Metal clanging. Mike gulped, turning towards the door. Something was in it, and he didn't like that noise. Like a cautious cat, Mike slowly walked towards the door. He stopped when the noise stopped. And for a few horrible seconds, it was absolutely quiet. Oh...so...quiet.

BANG!

The door swung open and Mike jumped back, horrified. And yet, running through the door was an animatronic and the sound of laughter. Laughter? No, it wasn't the animatronic laughing. On the animatronic's shoulders sat Tyler. The Animatronic walked around with a fast pace, Tyler laughing as they went along.

“T-TYLER!” Mike shoulder, following them. They weren't that fast.

“RIDE ON, MY MAGESTIC STEED!” Tyler replied.

“DUDE! GET OFF OF HIM!” Mike yelled.

“Don't worry! He's not gonna bite!” Tyler yelled back.

Mike chased them around til Tyler finally jumped off Sky near the front gate. Sky's metal joints creaked and Tyler brushed himself off. Mike, out of breath, approached Tyler.

“WHAT WAS THAT!?” Mike yelled.

“That was Sky.”

“I know that!” Mike frowned. “But what I don't get is this place! It's no different then Freddy's! It's dark and there are monsters! When you disappeared I was pretty sure they got you!”

“Yeah, well, they aren’t dark and scary anymore. I fixed that.” Tyler stretched out his arms. “Now they are all friendly and fun, like a talking bear.”

“Freddy was nothing but hell!”

“Freddy's is a kid's pizza place, Mike.” Tyler yawned.

“IT'S HAUNTED BY THOSE ANIMATRONICS! THERE IS A FIFTH ONE TOO!” Mike yelled.

“Okay, okay.” Tyler said. “After all I’ve been there, I’m not going to disbelieve you.

Mike narrowed his eyes. “You don't believe me.”

“I don't believe you.”

Mike obviously looked upset to no end. He stomped his foot, trying to come up with a way to make the teenager believe him. He wasn't the best with his words and he also wasn't very patient. Having that job at Freddy's was true hell.

“I mean, the only thing I can do is show you!” Make said, crossing his arms.

“Let's go then.” Tyler did the same.

Mike looked surprised. “Wha? Leave work so that I can prove you wrong?”

“Hell yeah.” Tyler grinned. “These robots can look after themselves now. All we gotta do is be back before Aviator comes in the morning and we're fine.”

Mike paused. Not like he was going to talk back. The idea sounded good to him. Anything to prove Tyler the horror of the place.

“Alright. Let's go then.” Mike smirked.

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Mike pulled into the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The parking lot was completely empty, and it was about 3 AM. Tyler walked straight up to the door, finding it locked. He didn't wait for Mike, since he already knew how to get through a locked door. Mike, however, was looking at the shadows of the parking lot while walking over to the door. As Tyler opened the door with a click, He looked back to see Mike confused.

“What's wrong? Scared?” Tyler asked.

“Shouldn't someone be working right now?” Mike asked.

“You wanted to show me the place expecting to find someone?” Tyler asked. “You planed on saying hi to a guy who supposedly is surrounded by murderous robots?”

Mike frowned. “Shut up, I can't think things through.”

Tyler shrugged his shoulders and the two went inside. Inside, the rooms were dark and cold. Tyler and Mike both had their flashlights and were using them. Tyler walked in first, but stopped in the room with the tables. Mike looked pointed at the stage and, of course, two of them were gone.

“See.” Mike said.

“So where did they go?” Tyler shrugged, turning to look around.

“You wanna guess?” Mike walked off, looking around with the light.

Tyler walked over to Pirate's Cove, seeing Foxy sitting in the curtains. The light of the flashlight soaked into the holes of the out of order animatronic. You could see the rust on the poor thing's joints. He was about to turn away, when a voice spooked him.

“Y-Y-ARRR-RR-RRR, ME M-MAITIES.”

Tyler turned back to see the robot was twitching. Mike walked over and pulled Tyler away from the thing. Mike's glare turned from the robot to Tyler. His voice came out as a whisper.

“Don't go near them. They will grab at you.” He said, then looked down the hallway going to the office. “I saw Chica was in the bathrooms and if Freddy isn’t down that hallway then he's else where.”

“So what now? They move around and speak and...?” Tyler looked unimpressed.

Mike paused before clearing his throat. He looked around with the flashlight before walking down the hallway, towards the office. Tyler followed. Tyler gazed at the posters on the wall, never being allowed to go back there as a child. Reaching the end of the hallway, one poster caught his eye as Mike turned to the office. Tyler looked at one with a Golden bear on it, it a bit more creepy then the rest. It didn't look like a poster aimed at children.

Mike, looking around the room he had only just left, heard something distantly. It was fimiliar. It was the sound of running. His breath being caught in his throat, he turned and quickly pulled Tyler into the office, Tyler's flash light dropping to the floor. As Tyler fell back against the floor, Mike closed the door, and after a few quick seconds, a loud bang was heard on the other side. Waiting a few more moments, Mike opened the door away. Nothing was there.

“What was that!?” Tyler stood up slowly, dusting himself off. The floor was a mess.

“That was Foxy.” Mike frowned. “He seems to have missed me.”

“No shit.” Tyler coughed before turning to look around the office.

“This is where I worked. Got myself a monitor to check security cameras, power level, the animatronics.” Mike said. “There is a fan, some posters, a creepy ass muffin.”

Tyler looked around, feeling a familiar setting. It was almost like he was in his own office, only there was a second door. Tyler's office only had one door. But, like his own, there was the same equipment, as well as a fan, and posters.

“The design of this office is a lot like the one in Team Crafted's.” Tyler sighed.

“Ha. Yeah. But I don't think the people who designed this place also designed your's.” Mike shook his head.

“Team Crafted Co. designed my place. They don't have anything to do with Freddy, though.” Tyler said.

“So.” Mike placed his hands on his sides. “You believe me now?”

Tyler turned to Mike.

“I've believed you the whole time.”

Mike stared at Tyler. Tyler stared back.

“What.” Mike asked.

“Well, since walking in here.” Tyler shrugged.

Mike let out a childish groan. “So we didn't have to go back here!?”

“No.” Tyler said and looked out the doorway. Seeing it was cleared, he began to walk down there. Mike fallowed.

“There is something wrong with you, kid.” Mike seemed upset again.

“Everyone thinks that, Mike. Join the party.” Tyler rolled his eyes.

The two walked back into the room with all the tables and the stage. Tyler, instead of walking around the tables, climbed up to stand on them. Mike stopped and the two noticed Chica and Bonnie were on the other side of the room, standing by the tables and looking at them. Mike walked ontop the table too.

“Don't get close to them.” Mike said. “They get inside your head.”

“Don't they always?” Tyler scoffed and started walking down the tables. Mike watched the boy, curious about him. He noticed Tyler, while holding the flashlight he had dropped earlier in one hand, pulling out a stun gun with the other from his bag.

“What are you doing with that?” Mike asked, following.

“If they get any closer then I know how to deal with them.” Tyler , jumping off the end of a table and looking up at the stage, where Freddy stood.

“I wouldn't challenge them.” Mike replied, getting off the table. “Lets go.”

Tyler frowned. “Wow. Okay. Fine.”

Mike was first to the front door, but turned back to see Tyler looking back at all the animatronics. Chica and Bonnie by the tables, Freddy on the stage, and Foxy in Pirate's Cove. Another part of his childhood, haunted when he wasn't looking. Until now, that was. Shaking his head, Tyler turned and the two exited the place. As the door closed with a click, the animatronics looked at each other.

“How o-o-odd...”

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It was just about 6 AM, and Tyler and Mike were waiting around, back in Team Crafted's Park. They were sitting on the benches by the fountain, the sound of the fountain running making a soothing background noise. Tyler looked around every once in a while. Sometimes Ty would be walking around or Husky would be looking into the water, the moon's light reinfecting off of them.

Tyler yawned, looking up from his phone's light. It was 5:59 AM, and it was about time to go meet Aviator at the gate. Tyler got off the bench and stood up, his yawn continuing for a few seconds. When he finished, he blinked a few tired tears out of his eyes and looked around, the sky just now getting lighter. At first, however, Tyler saw something he thought was just the Sky's reflection on the fountain water. But then he realized it was a golden glow.

“What the hell?”

Mike looked over to see Tyler was staring into space with an odd face. Mike got up, curious. He didn't see anything. There was no golden glow to him. Tyler, peeking around the fountain, saw it's source. It was, of course, the Golden Tyler. The golden skinny animatronic that was just a few inches taller. It stared back at him. But Tyler noticed something different this time. It seemed as though parts of it's metal shell was chipping off. Like Foxy's. Tyler rubbed his eyes, but then the golden glow disappeared, as well as the vision.

“You okay?” Mike asked.

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine.” Tyler said, turning around.

“Tyler! Mike!”

The two looked up to see Mr. Aviator walking towards them. Mike and Tyler walked around the benches to meet halfway.

“Looks like you two are fine. Spending time out of the office.” Aviator turned to Tyler. “Looks like you really did fix those animatronics.”

“I told you!” Tyler said back.

“But, remember Tyler, I pay you to look after the power.” Aviator sighed.

Tyler had forgotten the power. He fumbled. “It's not going a-anywhere!”

“It costs money.” Aviator frowned.

Mike laughed.

“Shut up!” Tyler turned to Mike. “This is your job now!”

“And it's my first night. How would I know any better?” Mike asked. “I mean, it was your job to fill me in on things.”

“My Job, my job, my job.” Tyler mocked. “Let's go home, dammit.”

Tyler started first for the front gate, while Aviator stayed behind to walk with Mike, asking him about his first day. Tyler left, and once Mike got to his car, he left as well. Aviator went back to set up the park and then do his work in his office. The Animatronics walked back to their own places, knowing better. The power level reset, the day went on, and life continued.

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“Hey Mister!”

Tyler, Shelby, and Kyle stopped walking along the sidewalk, hearing a young voice calling from behind. Tyler turned around to see a young boy and his friends. Though Shelby and Kyle were confused as to who the kid was, Tyler smiled.

“Hey Kid.” Tyler replied.

The boy with the yellow and orange clip on tie can running, a few friends following. There was a kid with a watermelon hat, one with a red scarf, and another with a jacket that resembled robot with yellow, blue, orange, and gray colors.

“Did you get the thing you wanted!? With all those tickets?” The boy asked, laughing.

“Yeah.” Tyler answered.

“What was the thing?” One of his friends asked.

“It was a girly key!” The kid laughed.

Tyler rolled his eyes. “What's your name, anyway?”

The kid grinned. “I'm Bodil!”

“You know him?” Shelby asked Tyler.

“Met him at the park one day.” Tyler replied.

“I'm Simon!” The other three kids joined in.

“I'm Ghost!”

“I'm Baki!”

“Nice to meet you guys.” Tyler said to the group of kids.

“Where are you guys going? Isn't there someone older with you?” Shelby asked them.

“We're going to our friend's house!”

“His name's Tyler!”

“Tyler!”

“Yeah!”

Kyle laughed. “Tyler's right here!”

Bodil gasped. “No way! Your name's Tyler too!”

“Yeah.” Tyler placed his hands into his pockets.

“Guys, we're going to be late. Mom said I can only play for half an hour.” Simon murmered to Bodil.

“Oh! We gotta go! Bye bye!” Bodil said to the three older beings and then began to run off with his friends.

“Bye~.” Tyler replied, but was sure they couldn't hear him.

“Who names their child Ghost?” Kyle asked.

Tyler coughed on his spit. “Kyle!”

“I mean really!”

“What were we doing before that?” Kyle asked, shaking his head.

“Going to get Pizza.” Shelby replied.

“Oh yeah.”

“Hurry up, I'm hungry!”

“We're going, we're going!”

“Gosh, so impatient!”

“Fooooodd!”

“Feed us, Feed us, Feed us!”

“You both sound like children!”

“We are children!”

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No Nights At Team Crafted's

Coming soon...

probably.

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