No Nights At Team Crafted's

Chapter Thirteen:

Fire

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The whole underground building was black, but that didn't end the madness. Oh no, the second the lights were out, Hwnt had flew out of the room, running down the hallway with his own flash light. He was almost unnoticed.

“AHHAHAHAH!” He was laughing, his voice loud, but a voice unheard from the cafeteria/stage like room.

But Hwnt's ears had picked up a sound that was coming from down the hallway behind him. He turned around, flashing the light, only to tense up.

“SHIT!” He yelled, his eyes coming upon the sight of not just any animatronic, but Tyler, chasing after him. Hwnt turned around and ran faster. “RUN, CLEVER BOY, RUN!”

Tyler, the poor thing, was a mess. He was getting worse and worse by the second, but he was able to regain a bit more control of himself. He was running, which was good, but not very fast, and his knees felt like they were being stabbed. Actually, his lower half of his body felt like it would collapse any second, but Tyler was stubborn, and he was driving by some sort of madness, need to say.

“HOW'D YOU GET PASSED AVIATOR AND ALL THEM IN LIKE 5 SECONDS?!” Hwnt shouted back at Tyler. Which was funny, because Hwnt still believed Tyler was dead, and it only a voice in an animatronic.

Not that Tyler could really prove Hwnt wrong though. His heart was beating faster then one young adult's should, and it was too the point where if Tyler was to say a word, he'd probably pass out. Imagine that though, suddenly a clang and honestly he'd be a goner. He was probably still bleeding, but he still wasn't in any position to check. He just wanted to hunt down Hwnt, and really who didn't? Hwnt was the reason for everyone's suffering, and until something happened to him, the suffering wouldn't end.

There was a point in Tyler's “running” where he started running into the walls and nearly tripping, the metal making all these really loud crash sounds. Everything hurt, but he had to keep going. Just keep swimming. Hwnt, somewhere within the maze, had turned a corner, and ran into a room. Tyler was able to find him, and using a good bit of his strength, he wasted on opening the door, and finding himself and Hwnt in a large room that looked more factory like. There were machines, some even on and loud, ringing in his ears.

Tyler slowly walked in, not seeing Hwnt at first, but then he heard the door bang shut, and turned just to see Hwnt locking the god damn door. Hwnt looked back at Tyler, the grin on his face giving Tyler chills. There was a long silence.

“You were chasing me, I'm surprised you seem so still? Tired?” Hwnt asked.

Tyler cleared his soar throat. The longer he stood there, calming himself, the more or less he felt better. Not a lot though. You had to give credit, his body was doing it's best to survive at it's given test. He wasn't sure if he could speak just yet, but Hwnt started to walk around him, confused as to why he stopped, and why the “animatronic” wasn't killing him.

So Hwnt spoke, and Tyler listened. And Tyler waited until he felt like he could handle more pain.

“So! Experiment failed! You died and, well I mean, you never did answer my question. Now I know it's not programed in your voice books, but boy would it be delightful to just get a hint? No?” Hwnt paused. “Well, none of you are any fun anyway.”

Hwnt skipped around a bit, almost leaned on the side of one of the running machines, but the realized one wrong move and it would honestly chop him in half so he moved.

“Your friends are all a bunch of idiots, by the way. I'm sure you knew though. And that Janet there is an annoying shit too, much like you were.” Hwnt chuckled. “Anyway, you've all gotten yourselves trapped in here and I didn't even have to kidnap them!”

“That reminds me,” Hwnt continued. “Well, I mean, oh never mind. So how's it like in the world of the voices? Is it fun? The afterlife? Do you have any friends? Anybody you know? If not then that's a lie, and if not a lie, then just wait a bit he's coming. I wonder if those children he freed will be there too? You know, it took hard work killing all of them, I hope you know.”

Hwnt then paused, remembering something, and then chuckled. “Have you ever heard the legend of the Purple Man? No? Not a talker I see, but i'll tell you anyway. They say he killed the 5 children and was found and sentenced to death. And he was, mind you. The darkest man you'd have ever met. He loved toast, you know. Worked at Freddy's, like Mike used to. Oh, and Mike. He's a funny guy, you know? He missed you, Tyler. But guess what, Tyler. Guess.”

Hwnt was about to continue on, but Tyler started to make a noise, that turned into words.

“I'm dead, aren't I?” Tyler spoke, taking more breath then he would have liked to. Hwnt's eyes widen and he stopped, staring at the shell. That was not a programed phrase.

“You-That's not-What?” Hwnt coughed. “Noo.”

Hwnt walked up to Tyler, Tyler stepping back. Hwnt frowned, snatching Tyler's metal covered arm and pulling, hearing a bit of pain come from inside. Hwnt didn't like that at all. Hwnt then looked down at the metal arm. Part of it was loose, and so, without hesitation, Hwnt tore it off. And Tyler screamed in pain. Hwnt threw the piece to the floor, the noise hurting Tyler's ears.

Part of Tyler's arm was now visible and the skin on his arm was red with dried blood and scarred with missing tissue. Hwnt was outraged, and he threw the boy back so that he crashed to the floor.

“I can't believe this.” Hwnt walked back and forth. “You're alive! But how? What madness caused you to fucking live!?”

Hwnt didn't get a reply, and the stress built up more inside his system. He looked down to his hands, only to remember he still had the gun. He looked back at Tyler, who was sitting there. Tyler had pushed himself up against the wall for support, and was trying to take some of the shell of. The parts that he could, and knew, wouldn't do as much harm as the one Hwnt tore off. He was also looking at Hwnt, keeping an eye on the mad man. Hwnt grinned. He could still kill Tyler.

Hwnt chuckeled. “You've got a heart of stone, huh? Five Nights at Team Crafted's? A few nights here? And you're still alive?”

Tyler frowned. “Six nights at Team Crafted's.”

“Oooh, keeping secrets? You worked a week in pure terror, but then you broke those precious, expensive robots. I still want to know how.” Hwnt frowned. “A sixth night?”

Tyler was able to take off a few of the metal parts, the ones that were not attached to his own skin, and the ones that hardly were, if so. His right hand was free, and he used his numb fingers to try to pry off some of the shell on his other arm. He failed, and so he turned to trying to take the head of the shell off. Hwnt watched in amusement. He was suffering, and it entertaining. Hwnt looked back down at the gun and then back at the teen. He could hardly wait. But he was running out of time.

“What is this sixth night, kid?” Hwnt asked, frowning.

“W-Why would y-you” Tyler coughed. “Kill these p-people.”

Hwnt didn't like that, he held the gun up. “You see this. Sooner or later, they're going to find us. So answer my question.”

“No!” Tyler barked, but then had to pause for breath. “You think t-that I'll tell you, or anybody at all, what actually happened? H-honestly, I can hardly remember.”

Hwnt pointed the gun at Tyler. “Okay. So say you can't remember? How are you still alive?”

Tyler sighed. “The voices.”

Hwnt paused, the gun pointing down a bit. “The voices?”

Then Hwnt's eyes widen. He knew the voices. “THE VOICES!?”

Tyler was able to get most of the head of the shell off, for none of it was actually connected to his head. He stilled looked like a mess, none the less, and probably had a bump or two on his head. His glasses were crushed, again, due to the shell. Tyler had to take them off, for some of the glass was loose, and could fall into his eye, if it had yet to do so already. He then tried to stand up, in the end just leaning against the wall.

Suddenly the two were startled by banging on the door. Hwnt smiled, knowing he had locked it, was quickly shook his head and he remembered time was running out. There was no shouting, so it had to be some of the other animatronics that had found them. Hwnt turned to Tyler, and raised his gun.

“Tyler.” Hwnt sighed. “I'll regret this, but you know, won't we all?”

Hwnt shot Tyler, who felt a horrible pain within his body. He gasped, tears in his eyes. But, he didn't die, nor pass out. His heart racing, and his breathing off, he turned to notice that Hwnt had shot his hand. His left hand, still encased in metal, had been shot, and now his left hand had a bullet stuck inside of it, and parts of metal lodged inside as if needles. The pain was never ending, huh.

“You moved, didn't you!?” Hwnt shouted, enraged. Tyler had not moved, it was only Hwnt's sanity ceasing to exist. He was shaking where he stood, the gun still in his hands. He was going to try again.

Hwnt aimed at Tyler again, and shot. But there was a click. He was all out of bullets.

“GODDAMMIT!” Hwnt screamed, trying to fire at Tyler over and over again, nothing ever happening. He then threw the gun down at the floor, and it cracked with the force.

“W-what are you g-going to do now?” Tyler asked, narrowing his eyes.

Hwnt stood there. What could he do? Well, many things, in fact. A gun wasn't the only form of death in the room. And a mad man would be able to see anything in the realm of sight. As long as maybe it would all just stop moving. Hwnt chuckeled, darkly, and Tyler had regret saying anything.

“My hands are already stained with blood.” Hwnt grinned. “And they're longing for your's, you piece of shit.”

Hwnt suddenly ran towards Tyler, and Tyler flinched, trying to moved out of the way by pushing himself to the side with the wall. But Hwnt wasn't in any way disabled like Tyler and caught the young adult. Hwnt's hands grabbed Tyler's neck, and Tyler struggled as the killer attempted to strangle him. Coughing, choking, Tyler was scared. Hwnt's nails dug into his skin and Tyler could see red.

“DIE!” Hwnt shouted. “WHY WON'T YOU JUST GIVE UP ALREADY!?”

The second Tyler realized he wasn't able to breath anymore, the moment he could do anything. Not literally, but it was an animal's frame of mind when death was presented on a plate in front of them. Tyler used what oxygen was left in his body to move his leg, which was not only weak but still had the metal shell around it. He kicked Hwnt, not as hard as he'd like, but still rather roughly where the sun don't shine. Hwnt gasped and let go of Tyler. Tyler fell to the floor again and regained what breath he could.

Tyler looked up, his vision blurry again, to see Hwnt get up. But Hwnt didn't go for him again. Hwnt was gasping for breath, obviously tried, and was walking farther into the room. Tyler realized Hwnt was trying to get away, and he didn't like that. Tyler tried to get up, forcing himself, having to take deep breaths to keep himself in order. And he followed Hwnt through the maze of mechinary.

“W-where do you think-” Tyler coughed. “-Y-you're going, you s-sack of shit.”

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Aviator was running down the hall, the lights finally flickering back on, probably due to one of the animatronics, that seemed to be on their side. Hwnt was gone when they had flipped back on, and so was the Tyler animatronic. Now they were all searching for them, before it was too late.

“Clara!” Aviator shouted into the bluetooth

“Yes!?” Clara responded.

“Clara we've lost sight of Hwnt and, and-” Aviator couldn't bring himself to it.

“What is it!?” Clara asked. “We've got the poilce coming, just keep yourself safe!”

“Clara, you don't understand, Hwnt killed Tyler!” Aviator yelled. “Tyler's dead!”

Clara went silent for a moment.

Aviator saw a few animatronics standing in the hall ahead of him, and he got passed them, them watching him. Some of them were on the stage before. One of them was Bashur. The other two were Ty and Okward.

“D-D-don't do-do dis.” The Ty bot shook it's head.

“Do what?” Aviator asked, only to see they were blocking a hallway. “He's not down that way, is he?”

“S-S-Sure T-thing.” The Owkward bot stuttered.

“Dammit!” Aviator hissed. “Hwnt needs to stop this. Once in for all, i'd like a year's rest.”

“W-W-What th-e b-ball-s-s?” The Bashur bot starteled Aviator.

“What was that?” Clara asked from the other side of the line almost immediately.

“It was nothing, Clara.” Aviator replied.

“That was Bashur.” Clara frowned. “I heard bashur!”

“It wasn't Bashur, okay! You're hearing things.” Aviator hissed, looking at the Bashur animatronic. The voice inside, hearing, realizing, that Clara was there, and that she had heard him.

“THAT WAS BASHUR! I heard him!” Clara continued.

“No Clara! It was just your head!” Aviator hated to lie, to be so rude, but he had to. “Clara calm down for me! It wasn't him!”

“B-But I heard it! From the bluetooth!” Clara cried. “Who was it then?”

“It was nobody!” Aviator replied.

“But-!”

“BASHUR IS DEAD, CLARA!” Aviator yelled. “HE WILL NEVER COME BACK!”

Clara sniffled. She was probably on the verge of tears on the other side.

“Listen to me, Clara.” Avitor calmed down. “You're a strong person, and so was Bashur, but please. Do it for him. Do this for Bashur, and keep strong. It's what he'd want.”

Aviator took a deep breath and turned to Bashur, mouthing out the words “I'm sorry....I'm so sorry.”

And Aviator continued on down the hall, searching. Fearing the worst.

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One animatronic had found it's way into a room. It was the office room, with all the security cameras. It stared at the cameras, seeing Tyler case after Hwnt, Aviator run helplessly through the halls. Shelby, Kyle, and Janet had found Mike's body, and shortly after, Shelby found herself ditching the two to run off, her reason's unknown to the animatronic.

There was a camera showing the animatronic that outside, Alesa, Clara, and the two employees were by the car, and the first of the police were finally pulling into the drive way. Scattered around the building, the animatronics roamed free. And the animatronic saw that in one of the bottom corner cameras, it could see it'self. Turning around to look up at the office ceiling, there was a camera, glaring down at it. How idiotic.

The animatronic turned back to the camera's, and something else caught it's eye. In another camera, there was a bright light. Two animatronics, stood before as some sort of electronic machinery was sparking, and catching ablaze. Fire. A beautiful way to end the night. To end all the nights.

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