Five Nights at Team Crafted's

Epilogue: Prove You Wrong

Five Nights at Team Crafted's

Epilogue:

Prove You Wrong

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“WAIT!”

Mike screamed. He ran, his boots hitting against the concrete ground of the Team Crafted's Theme Park. It was dark and he could hardly see at all. He lost his flashlight and left his things in the office. Tyler had vanished and the echoing sound of metal and the darkness of the night freaked the man out to no end. He had gotten used to Freddy's after awhile, yet was more then happy to be fired from the place. Now here he is, pretty much in the same spot. He really should have given up the night guard position. What was next? A night at the museum?

He had only just met Tyler too. It was Monday night and everything had already turned to hell. Running around, Mike searched for the boy, whom was only 7 or 8 years younger then him. He seemed all happy and without any care at all in the world, with was funny because didn't he work here for a week already? I mean, with eight animatronics, it had to be far harder then just five. Tyler also had to run around more and there was a bigger space to keep eye on. But then again, Mike was over thinking this. All the horrors of his last job were returning.

Mike found himself nearly running into the corner of a small building in the middle of the park, where a large resting area was. He wasn't used to the park's layout, having no care in the world to study the map given to him. He was a lazy person, thus why he thought being a night guard at a kid's pizza place would be a good idea. He did remember a bit of the history from Aviator telling him in an interview, but he was spaced out for part of it. Who cared about the park's history? Mike didn't.

Stopping himself before tripping onto the ground, he caught his breath and picked up a sound from inside the restrooms. Metal clanging. Mike gulped, turning towards the door. Something was in it, and he didn't like that noise. Like a cautious cat, Mike slowly walked towards the door. He stopped when the noise stopped. And for a few horrible seconds, it was absolutely quiet. Oh...so...quiet.

BANG!

The door swung open and Mike jumped back, horrified. And yet, running through the door was an animatronic and the sound of laughter. Laughter? No, it wasn't the animatronic laughing. On the animatronic's shoulders sat Tyler. The Animatronic walked around with a fast pace, Tyler laughing as they went along.

“T-TYLER!” Mike shoulder, following them. They weren't that fast.

“RIDE ON, MY MAGESTIC STEED!” Tyler replied.

“DUDE! GET OFF OF HIM!” Mike yelled.

“Don't worry! He's not gonna bite!” Tyler yelled back.

Mike chased them around til Tyler finally jumped off Sky near the front gate. Sky's metal joints creaked and Tyler brushed himself off. Mike, out of breath, approached Tyler.