No Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Eleven:

All Has Begun to Fall

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The phone in aviator's hand waiting for the pick up, but after a few long moments, all he got was voice mail. Aviator frowned, giving up. Clara, sitting next to him in the driver's seat of the car, gave a concerned look to Aviator's frustrated face.

“Don't worry about him, Aviator. We can't wait for him.” Clara sighed.

“I know, but you'd think he'd pick up the call from me!” Aviator looked down at the car compartment in front of him. “You know how emotional Mike is about this case.”

“I know you think he got himself into trouble, but i'm sure he's fine. Now let's focus on Tyler, okay?” Clara rolled her eyes and started the car.

The plan was to pick up Mike and then walk into the Team Crafted's Company building with Clara on blue tooth waiting outside. Aviator planned to walk in and find Hwnt to talk to him about the park and problems facing it, and then work from there. If anything happened, Clara would get the cops and they'd go inside. Well, Aviator confirms for sure it's Hwnt, and then gets Clara on the cops.

They pulled up to the building and parked in the parking lot, only to find something really really off. Aviator nearly choked on his spit when he noticed that he was already beaten there by a certain trio. Just standing outside of the building , Janet, Shelby, and Kyle and turned to see them, and were confused as well.

“What the hell?” Aviator frowned, walking over to the trio, Clara following closing behind.

“What are you doing here?” Shelby asked.

“More like what are you doing here!? You're not supposed to be here!” Aviator replied.

“Didn't you say you didn't hear anything about the case?” Shelby crossed her arms.

“How did you determine this was about the case?” Aviator asked.

Shelby just gave him a look. Honestly, it wasn't hard. Aviator had lied to her over that phone, but she wasn't going to get worked up over it. She sighed and shook her head.

“So is it a consensus about the belief that TC co has something to do with Tyler's kidnapping?” Janet groaned.

“I mean I still don't fully trust you,” Kyle replied to Janet.

“Oh shut ya whiny mouth, child.”

“Well.” Clara stepped up. “The woman is right. I came here earlier in the day. Mr. Hwnt ran into the room yelling about a failed experiment and asked for papers, and the front desk lady handed him papers with Tyler's information on them.”

“E-experiment f-failed?” Shelby stuttered.

“We have to go inside now!” Kyle said.

“Now hold on.” Aviator stopped the two younger adults. “Me and Clara came up with a plan, and I won't let you barge in there and mess it all up.”

“What's ya stupid ass plan?” Janet asked and Aviator looked up at her for a second with a glare.

Aviator hesitated, really truly not wanting them to be in on it. He had lied to them over the phone because he didn't want Kyle or Shelby to get hurt, and didn't want them to interfere with the plan either. And now not only are they were, but so is their grown ass aunt. Or Tyler's aunt. Aviator didn't care at all to remember who's she was.

So he explained it as best he could. He had to come up with something for them to do so that they wouldn't get in his way, the way business usually worked anyway.

“Okay. So, all I ask of you three is to at least stay with Clara in the parking lot for...actually, until the first employee levels their shift.” Aviator sighed, looking down at his watch. “That gives me five to ten minutes, and if I absolutely need you three, then I can tell Clara to send for you.”

“Why don't we just get Janet to barge her way in there and you know, find the truth?” Kyle suggested. “You'd know she'd drive them away.”

“Are you out to get me today?” Janet asked.

“No, no. We're not doing that. I'm going in there and the rest is planned out already.” Aviator refused. “Unless you have a better plan, but you haven’t mentioned one yet.”

The three had nothing to really back themselves up. No plan that was better then Aviator and Clara's. With no reply, Aviator took that as he won.

“Okay. So i'm going in there.” Aviator turned to Clara. “I turned on the blue tooth, I trust you to look after them as well. Okay?”

“Got it.” Clara gave Aviator a thumbs up and Aviator turned to the trio one last time.

“Got it?”

“We understand. Don't take too long though. Or else we'll come in either way.” Shelby sighed.

“Got it.” Aviator nodded his head.

Aviator turned, taking the blue tooth he had in his pockets and putting it in his ear. He then walked inside, the four left to watch him disappear into the building. The wind picked up, and it was cold, but the building was warm, making Aviator feel rather uncomfortable in his jacket. When he got inside, he walked up to the front desk, to find a woman with red hair sitting there.

“Hello, can I help you?” She asked, seeming a but on the worried side.

“Yes, I'm here to speak with Mr. Hwnt.” Aviator said.

“I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Hwnt is not available at the moment.” The woman apologized.

Aviator leaned forward just a tiny bit. “I really hate to make your day any harder, but I need to go down there and see my boss now. I work for the park, and I will only take a few moments of his time.”

The woman gulped. Aviator's tone let her know he wasn't leaving. She hesitated, but then motioned over to the hallway. Hey, why'd she have to listen to Mr. Hwnt who treated her unfairly anyway? Make the best of a job you despise. Aviator nodded his head to her and turned away, onward to the mission.

“No problem...” The woman sighed, turning back to her computer. Her shift was almost over anyway.

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“MISTER HWNT! THIS IS IN NO WAY OKAY AT ALL!”

“OH, MY LORD, CAN'T YOU BE EVER MORE SO ANNOYING?”

“YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! THE ANIMATRONICS ARE OUT AND ABOUT AND YOU KILLED SOMEBODY FOR NO GOD DAMN REASON!”

Hwnt frowned, as he stood there in the doorway. The last two Employees working that night had run to him, screaming about the animatronics loose, only to find their boss standing over the body of an innocent, murdered man. Of course they saw the wrong in it and started freaking the fuck out, scared for their lives. They were both pretty young too, so they didn't really have the sense to just straight up walk out too. And, well, Hwnt was blocking the door anyway.

“Are they now? Wouldn't blame them. Now help me clean up the body.” Hwnt frowned.

“NO! THIS IS SICK!” Screamed the male employee, whom was 20, frail, and had white hair covering one of his red eyes.

“Do you wanna get paid or not?” Hwnt huffed.

“GET PAID!?” The male gasped at Hwnt's ignorance.

“Look! We'll die if we stay here any longer. Monsieur Hwnt!” Said the female, whom was smaller, about the age of 18, and short blonde hair.

“You think the animatronics are gonna get you? Sissies. Look, I still need you to work! Your hours are not over!” Hwnt barked.

“But Monsieur!”

“NO YOU LOOK!” The boy continued to stand up. “WHAT DID THIS MAN EVEN DO TO YOU!? LET US OUT! YOU CAN FIX THIS MESS YOURSELF. YOU STARTED IT!”

Hwnt glared at the two. “My fault!? YOU didn't do YOUR job by LOOKING AT THE CAMERAS and keeping SHIT IN CHECK! Just as useless as anybody else whose worked under Team Crafted Company!”

The girl began to getting scared for her own life. Hwnt was literally insane at this point, with no going back, and the heated argument made her think she'd end up like the poor man on the floor just in front of her. She was also upset. What paths did she take that lead her to this dark forest of mistakes? All her life, ending up here. Same as for the boy.

“I-I-In what what would this be our f-fault?” She stuttered. “What makes you think this was a murder right to commit?”

Hwnt stepped back, looking at them, a grin growing on his face, larger then the purple man's.

“To justify...” He quoted a poem, “Despair.”

“HWNT!”

There was a loud, angry sounding voice coming from down the hallway, and the two employees flinched, unable to look out the room. Hwnt looked down the hallway, and with his smile, turned back to the employees.

“This is important, children.” He said.

“NO!” The boy stepped forward. “I'M QUITING!”

“Ha!” Hwnt laughed. “You think you're intimidating. Just back to work, peasant.”

“We've got to leave!” The girl stepped forward like the boy.

“I know, but this looni won't move!” The boy replied.

“Well well I mean your shift isn't over, i'm sure spending a bit more time here won't kill you, so.” Hwnt stepped out of the doorway and slammed the door closed, locking it from the outside.

“HEY!” The two employees ran to the door, banging on the window, screaming. “NO!”

Hwnt ignored their cries and turned away from the door to see Aviator just walking up. Aviator stopped a few feet away to be safe, and the two stood in a moment of silence. Hwnt's madness wasn't hard to smell out.

“Can I help you?” Hwnt asked, again with a smile. Aviator noticed the man's creepy stare, and realized that alone was proof of something really seriously wrong. But what?

“Steve Hwnt.” Aviator said, his voice as serious as it could get. The noise of the employees screaming in the background bothered him. He could see their hands beating at the glass that wouldn't break. But he cleared his throat, and looked back at Hwnt.

“Yes?” Hwnt tilted his head.

“Where is Tyler?”

and Hwnt burst into laughter yet again. He was caught red handed, know it or not, but he also knew one more thing that nobody else did.

The fall of sanity had begun

the fall of Team Crafted Company was here

the fall of the legacy was unstoppable

and in short

All has begun to fall.

Aviator narrowed his eyes, his voice louder this time. “WHERE IS TYLER!?”

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