No Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter 3:

Thief

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It was 12 AM, and Tyler and Mike appeared, one after another, back to their jobs. Aviator met them at the front gate, like always, and then they were left with the park. Mike seemed confused about why they were back, by Tyler just told the older man to forget about it.

“Already missing us, huh?” Mike joked as they walked passed Ian, whom was already walking around the front of the park.

The two walked around with their flashlights, talking and joking around. The air was cold and there was a slight wind, but other then that the two were comfortable. They found Sky in the hallway and Ty headed away from the fun house.

“You know, after awhile, having this job gets boring.” Mike sighed. “I should bring board games or something next time. Play with the animatronics. Hell, they've got the intelligence to play along, I’m sure. It's just a matter of them being able to move their pieces and talk actual sentences.”

“That would be interesting to watch.” Tyler added.

“You know, I also haven’t fully explored this place either.” Mike said, then smirked. “That would give you an unfair advantage in hide and seek, you knowing more places then I.”

Tyler gave a small smile in reply, knowing that was true. But there were reasons Tyler had almost forgotten about that kept Mike from exploring. The secret room inside Jason's ride was still a thing, and there was still something in it. Tyler remembered and he was happy the others did not. Well, they probably did, but haven’t asked him for an explanation yet. Thank god.

The two went on to walk pass the fountain to the other side of the park. The wind had picked up a bit and Mike had his hands shoved in his pockets while Tyler used the flash light. They walked towards Mitch's arcade, looking for the other animatronics, when a noise made the two stop. Tyler showed the light at the front doors of the arcade, and there stood a figure in black. A human. He was tall and had dark clothing that made it impossible to tell whom it was.

“H-HEY!” Mike barked.

The man didn't seem like a deer in headlights for long. Without warning, he sprinted towards the two, pulling out a knife from his pocket. Tyler jumped back and Mike tried to stop the man, but ended up being pushed aside, cut in the side. The person went straight to Tyler, whose heart was caught in his throat. Tyler nearly tripped as the man reached out. However, the man had grabbed the strap to his bag, and put it with the knife. Tyler dropped the flashlight, fell to the ground, and the man ran away.

Getting back up quickly, Tyler grabbed his flashlight and tried to run after the man. But the man was far faster. Even Mike, whom had long legs and could run pretty fast if he tried, couldn't catch up. The man was out the front gates, and gone in seconds. Tyler stopped outside the front gates, only his and Mike's car in the lot. Mike caught up, coughing a bit.

“Are you alright?” Tyler turned around to see Mike's bleeding side.

“I'm not dying.” Mike said. “He took your stuff, though.”

“GODDAMMIT!” Tyler yelled out into the night sky. “ALL MY STUFF WAS IN THAT STUPID BAG!”

“What the hell do we do now!?” Mike asked.

“YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!” Tyler continued to freak out, turning around to notice some of the animatronics were standing in view of the front gate. Tyler frowned, marching back into the park, towards them. “WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU GUYS STOP HIM! I'M SURE YOU'D KNOW HE WAS HERE!”

“Don't yell at them.” Mike rolled his eyes, following.

“HE TOOK MY STUFF!” Tyler yelled.

“What was exactly in your bag?” Mike asked.

“My Phone, car keys, house key, work keys, some money, a few papers, the stun gun, batteries.” Tyler answered. “I could go on, really.”

Mike looked at the younger adult with a concerned face. “You sound like a 15 year old girl.”

“Fuck off, Mike. Now give me your phone!” Tyler hissed.

“What? Why!?”

Tyler held out his hand. “I need to lock my phone. I need to call the fucking police! You need to get your cut checked out too! Maybe Aviator would like to know there was an asshole in his park!”

“You mean other then us?”

“YES!”

Mike sighed and dug through his pockets, pulling out his phone and handing it to Tyler. He then watched as Tyler pressed buttons on it and scrolled around. The light was bright in Tyler's face, so he had to turn down the brightness. Tyler then pressed in a number and placed the phone to his ear. Mike could only hear Tyler's side of the conversation.

“Yes, I would like to report a robber.”

a pause.

“Yeah, it was dark and all he was wearing was dark clothes.”

Another pause.

“I'm at work right now. We have security cameras.”

Anndd anotherr paausee.

“I work at Team Crafted's Theme Park.”

A pause.

And then Tyler almost through the phone down on the ground if it wasn't for Mike who snatched it from Tyler.

“WHAT THE HELL, DUDE!?” Mike hissed.

“THE BITCH HUNG UP ON ME!”

“How unprofessional.”

“I FUCKING KNOW!”

Mike huffed, knowing Tyler wasn't very happy at the moment. He then called up Aviator, placing the phone to his ears. Tyler crossed his arms and pouted, freaking out in his own mind while Sky stood next to him, just as curious as the other animatronics on the situation. Tyler mutter about how they could have stopped this while Mike waited for Aviator to pick up.

“What's wrong now?” Mike heard Aviator yawn on the other end.

“There was a man in the park who attacked us. Tyler's stuff was stolen and I was cut in the side, but I'm recovering unlike Tyler.” Mike reported. “Tyler called the police, but they hung up one him.”

“The police won't do anything for the park anymore, okay.” Aviator told Mike. “Hand the phone to Tyler, please.”

Mike sighed and did so.

“Aviator-” Tyler began but was cut off.

“Unless you can track your phone, your stuff is gone, so I hope nothing was important in there.” Tyler was told.

“Aviator!” Tyler hissed into the phone. “The papers were in there! My phone was in there! My keys and stun gun was in there!”

Aviator sighed. “So, everything, basically?”

“Aviator!”

“Look. I'll look into it. Just, lock up for phone. Maybe see if you can track it down. The obvious. I'll look through the security cameras, but no promises.” Aviator said.

“So we just sit here?” Tyler asked.

“No, you go clean up Mike's cut. See, you can close up shop and head home if you'd like, but remember your job is to check the power, okay? I'm going to see what I can do to find the guy, just calm down.”

Tyler huffed. “Fine.”

“Goodbye, Tyler.”

“Goodbye.”

Aviator hung up and Tyler gave the phone back to Mike. Mike placed it back in his pockets and Tyler cleared his throat.

“So how's your cut?” Tyler asked.

“I'm fine. Are you?” Mike asked.

“I need to lock my phone.” Tyler replied. “I can't drive home though.”

“The animatronics can care for themselves, right?” Mike asked. “I can just drive you home.”

“Can you drive with that cut?”

“I'M NOT DYING! LOOK! IT'S NOT EVEN BLEEDING ANYMORE!”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Come on, then.”

Mike drove Tyler home, the time only being 1:15 AM. Mike drove off, Tyler leaving a small thanks. Tyler got to the front door and turned the knob, but it was locked. Of course it would be. It was the middle of the night! And he didn't have his key.

“Goddammit.” Tyler sighed. “I hope someone's up.”

Tyler knocked on the door repetitively. After awhile, the wind picked up, and nobody answered. Tyler sighed, kicking the door even. Eventually, the poor kid sat down with his back to the door. He was too much of a wreck to really give a shit anymore. But then, just when he was about to just go to sleep, the door opened and Tyler fell back onto his back, looking up to see Janet.

“Oh. It's a hobo. Sorry, sweetheart, we ain't got a place in here for ya.”

“Shut up, Janet, It's about time.” Tyler sighed getting up and walking inside.

As Tyler walked in, Janet closed the door and locked it again. Tyler began to make his way to his room, though Janet followed him.

“Look what the cat dragged in. What's your deal? Something happen to the baby?” Janet asked.

“I got my stuff stolen, thank you very much!” Tyler turned to her, whispering loudly now. “Now leave me alone, please!”

Tyler walked into his room and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. He went over to his computer, turning it on and logging on. He spent more then he liked to searching up things such as tracking his phone, but when he couldn't get much, and the only help were things that needed things he didn't have, he just went onto skype. Tyler, yawning, made a quick message to his closest friends on there, talking about how his things were stolen and if they were to be called by his phone or get a text, then it wasn't him.

Finishing up with this, he sent an email to his phone carrier asking about being able to lock the phone, and then got up to go sit on his bed. Not expecting a reply until morning, he decided to lay on his bed. He wasn't really tired, but he tried. When he couldn't sleep, he decided to scavenge around his room, finding a book to read. It was something along the lines of lord of the rings or game of thrones, and was a book that he could at least try to help get his mind off other matters for at least awhile. Tyler later feel asleep reading it, the book on his face when he was found in the morning.

-...-

Somewhere out there, a few miles away from the park, was, or really is, a building. An underground building. A large lab, if you may. White walls everywhere, with many rooms of different sizes. It was a place people worked at, but only those who worked there know about it. Well, and the voices trapped there. This time, more voices were trapped, and had been there long enough to call it the home they never wanted. They were only entertained by the experiments the workers would preform every once in a while, often with a poor voice as a victim. This time, a voice they had never meet before was the victim. His screams made some sick and others groan in displeasure.

“Another one bites the dust.” One voice sighed.

“How many more will they kill?”

“Poor guy.”

“How many of us are here?” One said. “Honestly, they'll never stop.”

“There are 16 of us.”

“There used to be 24 of us.”

“Yeah but then those no good traitors left us for their own personal hope in freedom.”

“You know they never will find it. It's impossible. They probably glitched out of existence.”

“So, you are all mad of our tragic fate. But there is no reason to feel like everyone who gets trapped deserves this. None of us do.”

“I don't matter anyway.”

“We're all trapped here. Forever.”

“Nobody will come for us.”

“We're dead, after all.”

“Abandoned.”

“Forgotten.”

“We'll be disposed of soon, I'm sure of it.”

“Anybody even remember the life they had before?”

“The families we left behind?”

One voice pointed to another.

“You see him? He was only fifteen. He didn't even take a job. He was just targeted.”

“But I was friends with-”

“Shush, Okward.”

“No, No.” One shook their head.

The group became silent and the screams of the voice being experimented on grew louder. It hurt some of them to hear. Once they got softer again, the conversation went on.

“There is nothing we can do. We cannot haunt the place. We cannot enter their dreams. We are trapped.”

“Never to be saved.”

“Welp.” One said. “It's not like we aren’t already used to the place. I say more company, the better. A new face to get to know. A new story.”

“How sad to say it's true...”

The screams and whimpers of the poor voice continued on until early morning. And by then, the poor thing was exhausted. The poor thing had questions, too tired to even ask.

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