No Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Twelve:

 Turn the Lights Off

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

Hwnt could only continue to laugh loudly, his echoing voice scaring the two still locked in the room with the dead body. Aviator couldn't believe this, and he flinched when he remembered Clara was still on the other end of the blue tooth, and she could hear most of this too. Aviator's eyes traveled down to notice that in Hwnt's hands was, still, a gun. If he wasn't careful, Hwnt would probably shoot him.

The screaming of the employees yet again became louder, and Aviator couldn't ignore it any longer. Aviator hesitated, but when Hwnt showed no signs of attacking him, Aviator speed by and over to the door, opening it and the two running out of the room and down the hallway, finding their way out of this hell hole. Hwnt turned to Aviator, who had watched them, and was now glaring at Hwnt

“Why?” Aviator asked.

“Why what?” Hwnt asked with a smile.

“Why would you lock them in? What did they do?”

“They wouldn't listen to their boss. Should have shot them now that I think about it.” Hwnt said looking back down at the gun in his own hands.

“And what would they not do?” Aviator continued to ask, trying to make sense of this situation.

Hwnt paused. “You know, i'm quite surprised you were able to solve the mystery of the tylernapper. How did you do it?”

“Hwnt!” Aviator barked. “For what reason would you kidnap Tyler and cause this mess!?”

Hwnt chuckled, but then frowned “Tyler knew something I didn't. He broke the animatronics, which were made to kill others! And so I took them in for a bit of investigation, so what?”

“You made them so that they would kill!?”

“YOU DIDN'T KNOW!?”

“I can'-” Aviator began, but Hwnt groaned, walked in a small circle, and faced Aviator with a frustrated, mad man of a face.

“Cause you're so thick! You're mister thick thickity thick face from thicktown thickannia.” He yelled, ”And so is your Dad!”

“WHY!?” Aviator shouted.

“IT'S TOO LATE TO EXPLAIN!” Hwnt shouted back.

“Look! I came here for Tyler, so just tell me where he is!” Aviator shook his head.

“If Tyler's all you need, then please, be my guest.” Hwnt grinned again. “If you can find him, he's your's.”

Aviator didn't like the sound of that.

“What does that mean?”

Hwnt paused. “You're such an idiot. It means you find him and you get the prize! There Is nothing more to that, is there?”

“So where have you left him?” Aviator glared.

“Ah-ah. No hints.” Hwnt smirked. “It's the game you've found yourself playing, and it's the game you're going to go all out with, okay?”

“HWNT I DON'T WANT TO PLAY ANY GAMES! THIS IS SERIOUS!” Aviator screamed. Hwnt's insanity was rubbing off on him.

“TOO FUCKING LATE, BITCH!” Hwnt laughed in reply.

“HWNT!”

Hwnt leaned against the wall, trying to contain his laughter, his sides with the feeling of being stabbed. Aviator watched, disgusted. Hwnt had his face burred against the wall, the coolness of the metal texture feeling good on his skin. Did he have a fever? It would be very likely.

“I'm such a JOKER, HAH!?” Hwnt laughed out, pushing himself from the wall to face Aviator again.

“Here's the deal, Zach!” Hwnt barked and Aviator listened. “He could be anywhere inside this building, and i'll guarantee that. But you gotta find him. And then you two can leave me bee in my little wonderland while I go find some coffee.”

Aviator couldn't drag this on. “Okay, fine.”

“Good.” Hwnt grinned, and his eyes traveled over to the door that Aviator stood by. “Now why don't you start?”

Aviator hesitated. He didn't move. His eyes met Hwnt's gun again.

“Put the gun away and i'll move.”

“Alright, alright.” Hwnt rolled his eyes and dropped the gun to the floor, kicking it so it slid not only passed Aviator, but far passed Aviator.

“Thank you.” Aviator said, and turned his attention to the door.

Aviator might as well start there, so without time to waste, and no patience, he opened the door again. But of course whom he saw on the inside made his heart sink and drown. His eyes widen, and for a moment, he had even forgotten how to breath properly. He stumbled a bit, looking back to see that Hwnt was gone, long gone, and he was left alone with the bloody corpse of one of his own employees. Tears came to his eyes as he finally stuttered out words.

“M-m-m-mike!” He was able to gasp out.

“Mike?” Clara finally spoke from the other end of the bluetooth.

“MIKE!”

Aviator went over to Mike's lifeless body, sitting down to check for any sign of a heart beat or a pulse or just something. But the amount of blood on the floor and the walls already gave it away, as if it wasn't for the hole in the middle of his head too. He really had gotten himself into trouble, huh? Aviator had trusted the guy a bit more then that.

“What's wrong, Aviator?” Clara asked again.

Aviator felt anger build up in his system. Mike's face showed confusion and a bit of fear. The last emotions he ever felt. His eyes were open, which bothered Aviator. To respect his now gone friend, Aviator took of his jacket, and placed it over his body, covering his face. It was the only thing he could do.

“Aviator! Please!” Clara shouted.

Aviator shook his head.

“Clara, Mike is dead.” He said, getting up and turning around to walk out of the room.

Clara went silent.

“Clara I want you to call the police. I'm not even sure if i'll live.” Aviator said, stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind him. He looked around to notice that even the gun was gone. Hwnt had taken back before he ran.

“On it!” Clara replied. “And be careful!”

Clara, outside half way in the car with the doors opened, was about to do so when three people ran out of the building. Two of them were the employees she heard screaming in the background of the bluetooth, and the other was the red haired woman, Alesa.

“HELP!” The girl yelled, and three ran over to the four by the car.

“What is this!?” Alesa asked.

“Calm down, Calm down!” Clara said, turning to them.

“There is a crazy man inside there with a gun and he killed somebody!” The boy said.

“What?” Shelby asked.

“I got it, I got it!” Clara said. “I'm calling the police, you three need to leave. Okay?”

“I'm scared!” The girl said.

“You can stay here and wait for the police if you'd like.” Clara told them. “But it would be better just to go home.”

“Is there any way I can help?” Alesa asked.

Clara frowned. She turned to Janet, Kyle, and Shelby and motioned them to go ahead inside, like the plan so told. Sure, a guy had a gun, but Aviator was alone in there as far as they new, and any help would do. The three nodded and headed on, the two employees sitting on the ground by the car, watching then with confusion as they walked away. Clara turned to Alesa.

“I have Aviator on bluetooth, and I need to call the cops. But I'd need to leave Aviator be for a few minutes, and I don't want to do that.”

“I'll call 911, then.” Alesa nodded her head, and pulled out her phone.

“Thank you.” Clara sighed.

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Aviator had to choose which way to go, not only to find Tyler, but also to locate Hwnt, because it wasn't very hard to know Hwnt was up to more shit. So he ran down the halls, scanning the rooms, looking for something – ANYTHING. But there was no hope. The halls were empty, at least for the first forever of searching.

Aviator found himself in the very back of the underground maze of halls, where the halls were less the clean and there were some flickering lights. Some of the doors were broken, but he still searched. He came upon a door, one that had a blue four on it. Walking inside, he found a large hall, everything abandoned and trashed.

There was another door with a four in the room, one that at the very end of the hall. The one he had walked through seemed more like another exit, so Aviator ran through the room, towards that other door. He passed broken cases, huge cases, that used to contain robotic figures. There were some flashing red lights, and in the distance, sounds.

His heart beat loudly as he burst through the doors, finding himself in another hallway, this time, cleaner, with bright lighting. And not only that, but he saw, at the end of the hallway, an animatronic. It was Seto. At first he stood there like a deer in headlights, but when Seto only turned to stare at him, Aviator slowly started to walk, then run, over to the robot.

“You're still peaceful, aren't you!?” Aviator gasped. Seto did nothing in reply, and Aviator took that as a yes.

“Do you know where Tyler is!?” Aviator asked.

Seto just sorta stood there, but after a moment, he turned, and looked down the hallway that he was just about to walk down,. Aviator looked down to see doors, but at the end, a double sided door. Was this it? Aviator nodded his head and ran down the hall, towards the room. His shoes hitting the floor made loud echoing noises, as well as the door when he ran through it. Aviator found himself in a large room, one that resembled a school cafeteria, with a stage at the other end, it's curtains closed.

“AHAHAHAHA!”

Aviator's eyes turned to see Hwnt standing on one of the tables in front of him, in his hand, the gun.

“YOU MADE IT!” Hwnt laughed.

“STOP WITH YOUR GAMES!” Aviator shouted. “HWNT!”

“IT'S TOO LATE! AREN'T YOU FEELING THE INSANITY AS WELL!?” Hwnt asked, however his tone showed desperate.

“Hwnt! You can stop this!” Aviator felt his body shake. He was breaking down, wasn't he? “How long have you been doing this?!”

“LONG ENOUPH TO BE TIRED OF IT!” Hwnt replied.

“So then why don't you just stop?” Aviator frowned.

“Just STOP!?” Hwnt laughed. “I WANNA GO OUT WITH A BANG!”

“NO!” Aviator shouted. “I WON'T LET YOU!”

Hwnt paused, giving Aviator a long look.

“Wouldn't you be mad? Aren't you mad? Why would you want to help me?”

Aviator's fists balled up. “Listen here! You're breaking apart and you're doing dangerous things! I want you to stop! I want you to return to earth, because clearly your head is not down here yet!”

Hwnt chuckled. “Oh, stop being funny.”

“I'M NOT!”

“Nothing you're saying is making any sense.”

“Because you aren’t listening!”

“I'm listening quite clear, I'm pretty sure~”

Aviator blinked the tears out of his eyes. Stress. Depression. Years of a job that would have made any man wanna die, oh but yet he's lived. Lived until now? Maybe. Aviator wanted it to all end, and he didn't care how.

“You know, Zach.” Hwnt yawned. “I'm really tired. About now.”

“FINALLY!” Aviator hissed.

Hwnt looked at the gun in his hands. How beautiful it was to him, as the light shined off it's metal, nearly blinding Hwnt. Hwnt looked up at Aviator, and his stare gave the man the shivers.

“What are you doing?” Aviator asked, stepping back.

“Trying to decide who to shoot first.”

“W-what?” Aviator asked, his voice hoarse. Who to shoot first?

Hwnt looked back at the gun, and aimed at the wall. He smiled as he did so. It made Aviator soooo uncomfortable. But he was thinking. Shoot the assholes behind the curtains or the man in front of him, the man he had planned to kill since almost day one. It really truly was a hard decision. He had found himself aiming the gun at Aviator, and smirked when he did.

“Hwnt!” Aviator stepped back, tears returning to his face. His head hurt.

Hwnt's finger was on the trigger, and both their hearts beat loudly to the sound of the drums when suddenly the doors behind Aviator burst open, and in walked in Janet, Shelby and Kyle. Hwnt withdrew the gun, shoving it into his pocket. He'd think about it in a little bit.

“Aviator!” Shelby had seen the gun and gasped. “You're still okay!”

“You don't understand.” Aviator shook.

“AHAH! MORE GUESTS!” Hwnt raised his arms up, looking at the three. “Welcome, dear Janet.”

“Oh shut your ugly mouth!”

“By the way, you guys!” Hwnt put his arms on his hips, his smile growing again. “You're just in time for the show!”

“What the hell are you going on about now!?” Aviator shouted.

Hwnt laughed. “They thought they could hide! What idiots they were! No wonder they died!”

Hwnt turned around, the table under him creaking. Their eyes went to the curtains. Hwnt pulled out his gun and aimed at a box that sat beside the stage on the wall. He stop twice, the box breaking, and a small light on it going off. The curtains opened, relieving not all, but at least 10 of the animatronics on the stage. In the middle was Ty, and to his side, Bashur.

“I KNEW IT!” Hwnt laughed. “YOU FUCKERS THINK YOU'RE SO SMART! AHAHAHAHA!”

“W-What the...the hell?”

Hwnt turned around to see their expressions of shock. And In the end, all their eyes landed on the one in the middle, Tyler. They all just stood there, both the robots and the four by the door. The animatronics, nor the fake, spoke, and so the worst was assumed.

“You understand why they are there?” Hwnt asked the four.

“T-Tyler.” Shelby began to crack, tears in her eyes. Kyle as well.

“Y-you...” Aviator looked from Tyler to Hwnt. “K-killed Tyler?”

“Well.” Hwnt scoffed. “I wouldn't say killed. And to answer my question, They want to kill ME! AHAHAHAH!”

“But I won't let them.” Hwnt's voice turned from high pitched to dark in a matter of seconds.

Hwnt took his gun and aimed it up , facing Aviator. Hwnt's grin was as mad as it could ever get, and his eyes narrowed, his pupils small. Aviator gulped and shook where he stood. And then the madman shot, the gun echoing in the room, and a new found pain attacking all their ears.

But Hwnt didn't shoot Aviator. No, he shot the lights, and they flickered, and then failed. The room went black. The whole underground building went dark.

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