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

Chapter Thirteen: Fire

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.