No Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter five:

Mental

-...-

Aviator sat in his office chair in the park. It was 1 PM, 13 hours after Tyler's kidnapping. He wasn't really working at all, and was ignoring the employees when they walked in to ask a question. This didn't happen much though. He closed the park for the day since the animatronics were gone. He was worried about Tyler, and some of the things that Mike talked about yesterday echoed in his head. Resting his head on the desk, had was about to fall asleep when a ringing woke him up. It was the phone on his desk. He hesitated, but answered it.

“Mr. Aviator here.” He answered.

“Long time no talk.”

Aviator gulped. It was his boss.

“Mr. Hwnt.” Aviator greeted.

“Good afternoon.” Hwnt said. “I thought I'd call. Haven’t spoken to you in a month.”

“Honestly I thought that maybe you had forgotten me.” Aviator replied.

“Ohh. Oohh poor thing. I. I wouldn't forget about you. At least i'm pretty sure I wouldn't.”

“You would.”

“Yeah. Totally.” Hwnt laughed a bit. “Anyway! How's the park?”

“You know how the park is.” Aviator grumbled. “You wouldn't take your eyes off of it for a day.”

“True, true.” Hwnt paused. “I'm assuming it's going good.”

“Well, the last few days have been hell.” Aviator said. “I assume you know that the animatronics are gone and one of my employees has been missing for 13 hours.”

“Oh...Oh that's not good.” Hwnt thought a bit. “Well, that's no good at all.”

“What the hell did you do with them?”

“I didn't take them!” Hwnt said, defending himself. “They are there in that park to entertain and when they are not there, that park isn't working! It would do nothing for me if I took them!”

“I know, I know. I'm kidding.” Aviator rolled his eyes.

“Do you have any clue on who might have done it?”

“There was a robber in the park the other night. I think there is a relationship there, but I don't know. The police station still won't do anything for another 12 hours, and his family and friends are freaking out.”

“Ah. Hm. Security needs a touch up, don't you think?”

Aviator found it hard to form words. “I. I mean, for the first time in years I hired two people to run the night shift. They were doing well! Why is it just now that the park's problems are coming from outside forces?”

“Two people?”

“Yeah. You know, that was something I really should have done years ago.”

“You know, I haven’t really kept up with the employees lately in the reports.”

Aviator rolled his eyes. Hwnt didn't give two shits about paperwork. He really wasn't fit for the job he had.

“That's okay. One of them has been working here for two to three weeks. The other started last week, coming over from a pizza place.”

“Huh. Wait. What happened to the one that worked for a month?”

“Three months.”

“Oh. Yeah. Him.”

“Bashur. Well, he's dead now. Jerome attacked him. He survived a week, maybe two, can't remember, but yeah.”

“Why do I feel a bit of deja vu? ”

“Don't ask me.” Aviator sighed and shifted in his chair. “It was a first as far as I'm concerned. Well, for Jerome, at least.”

Hwnt paused.

“How long do you think these two will last?”

Aviator honestly believed that they were perfectly fine, after Tyler's strange ability to switch things around in a week. But he wasn't so sure now that Tyler was gone. He shook his head, not wanting to take to long to answer.

“I have confidence in them.”

“Heh.” Hwnt found that amusing. “That's a first.”

“Oh shut your mouth.” Aviator could feel hurt from that remark, but he has known Hwnt for far too long.

There was a pause, as if every conversation via telephone had one, and after a bit Hwnt cleared his throat.

“It's been a long time since i've actually seen you, Mr. Aviator. Would lunch sound good?” Hwnt then coughed. “Not to sound...you know, gay or anything.”

“I've already had lunch., it's like 1:30.” Aviator replied. “And, i'm kinda more worried about other things. You can be gay all you want.”

“Okay. Good, Fine. I'll be homosexual somewhere else. Even...though...i'm not...ga-” The Hwnt' voice became distant as Aviator heard a door open from Hwnt's side of the line. Hwnt yelled something about his coffee and then returned to the line. “Anyway! I'd like to meet those, er, two night workers of your's. You think I could meet them somewhere?”

“Well one's been kidnapped, Hwnt. The other might be having mental problems, I haven’t really figured him out yet.”

“Sounds like fun!”

“Of course.” Aviator sighed and wrote down notes on a sticky note. “I can ask Mike if he'd like to meet you someplace.”

“Aw you make it sound like a date.”

“I think telling him it's work related would stress. But okay.” Aviator then joked around. “All this time I just thought you might want a break from miss Zombi.”

“Shut it Aviator.”

“I don't think he's gay either.”

“Working night shift with another man. Hmph.”

“Dark jokes. Not the time.”

“You fuckin' started it.”

“Okay, Okay.” Aviator put his pen down. Why was he friends with this dude anyway? “I'll ask him about it and what not. Just in case, what's the place?”

“I was thinking pizza.”

“I'm pretty sure he'll say no.”

Hwnt laughed. Their conversation died down and Aviator hung up after that. Back to work. Back to work...

-...-

It was 3 PM. Earlier that day, Kyle and Shelby had turned up at Tyler's house only to find nobody was there. Well, the little siblings were with a baby-sitter, but it turned out that they didn't know anything was wrong with their big brother. So without really anything to do, and nobody picking up the phone when they called, they set out to search around themselves. It was something they debated over doing though, since they didn't know where he was taken, who took him, where he could be. It was just blindly searching.

“Whose Tyler again?”

Of course, searching the town they always hang out in, Kyle and Shelby happened to stumble across a familiar face. It was Bodil, and this time he was playing outside alone with a basket ball. He had on a black jacket all zipped up, and his hood over his head. The cutest thing though was that there were dog ears on the top of the hoodie. The ears were yellow and orange.

“Oh wait! I remember! Haha!” Bodil then shook his head. “What's wrong with him though? Why are you searching for him? Are you playing hide and seek?”

“No. No. You see, He's missing. We can't find him.” Shelby explained.

“Oh. Do you think he ran away?” Bodil tilted his head.

“Of course not.” Kyle answered.

“So kidnapped?”

“I fear so.” Shelby looked down at her shoes.

Bodil coughed a bit but then looked up at the two with a smile. “I wanna help! I like Tyler. He's cool!”

“We'd love to help too, but I really don't feel like we're doing anything. Nobody is telling us info-”

Bodil giggled. “Well start somewhere else!”

“Hm?”

Bodil went on. “Start thinking. Who could have taken Tyler?”

“Well..” Kyle turned to look at Shelby.

“Tyler did tell us that there was somebody at the park the night before, right?” Shelby asked Kyle.

“Yeah. His phone was stolen.”

“Great!” Bodil grinned. “Then maybe it was that person!”

“The robber?”

“Yeah!”

“That's a possibility. I guess.” Kyle wasn't so sure.

“What else can you think of?” Bodil asked.

Shelby and Kyle thought back. What could they remember that could help out?

“He's been keeping a lot of things from us the last few weeks, I will note.” Shelby sighed.

“Yeah. He still hasn't explained that one Friday night when we were all at the park.” Kyle added, sounding concerned. “He sounded insane, honestly. And that's saying something because when does he not?”

“What happened?” Bodil asked.

“Well.” Shelby paused. “He went on about how he fixed them. And by them, I mean the animatronics.”

“See, He claimed they were dangerous and deadly but after he said he fixed them, they were peaceful.” Kyle explained to Bodil.

“Oh...” Bodil thought about that. “He fixed them?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

“What if they were fixed to begin with?” Bodil then asked.

“Oh. Um. Well..”

“That's a thought.” Shelby nodded her head.

“So if Tyler fixed them, the people who made the animatronics would obviously get upset, right?” Kyle asked.

“So who made the animatronics?” Bodil asked.

“I...I don't know.” Kyle shook his head.

“Well, think logically. Wouldn't Team Crafted Co. own them? They either made or commissioned them, and should be the legal owners of the things, as well as the park.” Shelby said.

“So...Team Crafted Co. kidnapped Tyler?” Kyle asked.

“Bingo!” Bodil jumped up.

“We can't make that conclusion though! It's logical, but are we sure that's it? What about the robber?” Shelby asked.

“Yeah. Why would TC co send a person to steal Tyler's things. What would have have to do with the kidnapping?”

“Maybe to make sure-”

Bodil stopped them mid sentence. “Maybe that's just a coincidence!”

“A rather large one, don't you think?” Kyle asked.

“Who else then?” Bodil questioned.

“Janet.” Kyle said.

“She'd do that too.” Shelby rolled her eyes.

“Well who is Janet?” Bodil asked.

“Janet is Tyler's aunt.” Shelby answered.

“Yeah, she's really old and rude and just a mess.” Kyle added. “She gets herself into trouble all the time and flew down because of some trouble where she used to live.”

Bodil dribbled the ball and bit. “Don't she sound a bit sketchy.”

The two laughed.

“No really! She gets herself into trouble. Money. An old hag!” Bodil went on. “Maybe she got herself into something and ran away from it. So, in order to get back from here, they tracked down her family and decided to kidnap Tyler. Maybe she knows something.”

“I'm going to be real here and say that's logical too.” Kyle was sad to say.

“But either way, Tyler ain't in a good environment, huh?” Bodil concluded. “And I'm sure there are other sketchy things that could lead to other possibilities. Maybe there is someone he just met who knows something? Someone like a co-worker? One whose had a beaten up life and a bit mental. Or maybe a Boss. A boss with problems too. I mean a boss whose had his work fixed without ask.”

“You're scary, child.” Shelby folded her arms.

Bodil just laughed.

“Tyler does now work with another dude whose older then him. I've never met the guy, but I remember Tyler talking about him.” Kyle told Shelby. “I don't know. Bodil might be right.”

“And Aviator was a nice guy.”

“He gave Tyler a job that he knew could kill him.” Kyle frowned.

“See? I told you? You may think you know something, but in reality, you know nothing!” Bodil grinned.

“Okay. You are getting really scary.” Shelby was getting worried.

“Are you okay?” Kyle asked Bodil.

“Yeah.” Bodil nodded his head. “I just like watching Investigation Discovery. CSI shows. My dad's a cop too.”

“Ahh.” Shelby nodded her head. “Well. We'll be going now. Thanks for...that. I guess.”

“Yeah.” Kyle joined.

“Bye bye~!” Bodil paused, but then smiled and waved as the two freaked out young adults began to turn around and leave.

And Bodil then went on to play with his basket ball, alone in the cold, but happy. Kyle and Shelby went on to return to Tyler's house, this time finding Tyler's mother home. His siblings were out at friends' houses and his father was working, but Janet was no where to be found. Of course she was.

-...-

Mike yawned. He was tired, hungry, tired, and depressed. Life was returning back to a mess of mixed emotions, which have really been his way of life since middle school. He was what- in his mid to late 20s- and still a wreck. He was friends with Tyler and Aviator, and the guy who looked after Freddy's tried to talk to him a few times, but he was fat and chubby and an asshole If you couldn't tell, Mike didn't like him.

But Mike was open to opportunity. Anything at this point. Aviator tells him this dude wants to talk with him, willing to pay for dinner. Hell yeah. Mike wasn't used to a higher pay, so was still in a run down apartment eating food poor college kids ate. So Mike was supposed to meet up with this dude at a place that wasn't 5 stars, but still not run down. It was an Asian place and Mike didn't know how to pronounce the name. He was just glade he found it.

Mike told the waiter the name of the guy he was supposed to meet, and the waiter looked at a list and found that he was already here, waiting. Mike was lead to the table, and he sat down in a booth, facing the man. The man wore a dark formal jacket with a green striped shirt under. He had white pants and light brown shoes. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a unibrow.

“So. You're, um, Mr. Hwnt?” Mike asked, feeling awkward.

“Yep~!” Mr. Hwnt smiled. “And you're Mike! Mike Schmidt!”

“That's me.” Mike coughed.

“It's nice to finally meet you.” Hwnt felt the awkward in the air and went on with things. “I'm Mr. Hwnt, Aviator's boss.”

Mike gulped. “Oh.”

Hwnt laughed. “He said you'd feel pressure! I'm sorry! This isn't anything business related! I'm a fun guy! Fungi!” Hwnt the coughed. “That was bad. Okay. Anyway.”

Mike cracked a smile. “Don't worry. Not really good with humor myself. Love jokes, just can't come up with them myself.”

“I honestly like to think of it as my job.” Hwnt said. “I like acting. Voice acting, really. Animating.”

“Animating?” Mike asked. He wasn't really interested, but he did know how to keep a conversation. Sometimes.

“Well. You could call it that.” Hwnt shook his head. “But what about you?”

“Wha?” Mike felt confused. “I work at your park.”

“Oh! Yeah! I know that!” Hwnt said. “Do you like it there?”

“Yeah. It's far better then where I last worked.” Mike sighed.

“Where was that?” Hwnt asked.

Mike hesitated, but honestly now it was all in the past. Why not?

“I worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You know, that run down kids pizza place?” Mike asked, starting to play with his fork.

“Oh yeah. I've heard of it.” Hwnt nodded his head, leaning back.

“I worked there for a week, well, I also worked a bit overtime. Got fired.” Mike sighed.

“Fired?”

“I don't remember. I think they put my screaming down as a complaint, but I worked the night shift and unless someone else was there, how the hell did they know I was screaming?” Mike muttered.

“So you were screaming?”

Mike flushed. “W-WELL. I mean, honestly, that place is creepy as fuck at night.”

“I heard it's a different place at night.” Hwnt crossed his legs.

“It is.” Mike answered. “Those animatronics are nothing but beasts.”

“What do they do?” Hwnt asked.

Mike paused, looking up at Hwnt.

“You'll believe me, right?”

Hwnt laughed. “I'm the owner of Team Crafted's Theme Park! Hell, I'm the head of it all! Of course I believe you, son.”

Mike slowly nodded his head. “Alright. Well. Those animatronics constantly tried to kill me. And they killed this guy who worked there before me too. He left messages for me though. They helped a lot, I won't lie.”

“Why did you go back?” Hwnt asked.

Mike sat up. “Well, I need the money, even when it's below the minimum wage. It was something! Also, I didn't really have anything to entertain me. Our Apartment complex has a run down lobby with an old TV and i've spent hours in that lobby doing nothing but watching it because I had nothing else. No real friends. My family is gone. I think my neighbors might have some pity for me but that's it. Working and getting tangled up into the Freddy mess actually gave me something to think about, even if it was just my pending death.”

“Well. You lived. Congrats. And you're being paid how much now?” Hwnt smirked.

“500 a week. Far better then 120 a week. Actually, I can actually do more then waste the lobby's power.” Mike smiled.

“Never give up, you see!” Hwnt tilted his head.

“My dark age is certainly lighting up. Not over yet, but it's getting there, to a better place.” Mike said, talking about all this actually making him feel a bit better.

“A light at the end of a tunnel.” Hwnt sighed, then picked up the menu. “So. Onto ordering. What suits your fancy?” Then he coughed. “What did I just say that? Ew.”

Mike gave a small laugh.

“Not sure.”

“Well. Tonight, Mike, you can dine.”

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