No Nights at Team Crafted's (sequel to FnaTC)

Chapter Five: Mental

No Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter five:

Mental

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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?”