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

Chapter Fourteen: Ever Lasting Night

No Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Fourteen:

Ever Lasting Night

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Tears were making their way down his cheek, and he tried to stop it, but after finally finding Hwnt, whom had eventually cornered himself, Tyler ignored them. Tyler had found himself still horribly tired, but if he gave up at all, for if he didn't, Hwnt would have his head. Hwnt had his back to the corner, and was glaring at Tyler.

“Y-You're c-c-cornered.” Tyler breathed out.

Hwnt coughed. “You think t-that you've won, huh!? YOU THINNK YOU'VE WON HUH!?”

Tyler flinched at these words. He was still scared.

“Well you look here, KID!” Hwnt frowned, shifting in his place. “I've worked here for as long as I could remember. I've worked my way to the top of this company, and it's all know falling part. All this work for what!? Oh, not nothing. All for my entertainment? Half heartedly. Maybe because there is a greater evil? I think not. You'll never know the real reason why this has all happened, BECOUSE THERE ISN'T ONE.”

Tyler stepped back. He was confused.

Hwnt stepped forward in reply. “AND YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE THE REASON THIS HAS ALL CRASHED DOWN UPON ME! If you had never gotten this job, the park would be completely fine! I'd still be collecting voices of those poor poor shitty workers from Team Crafted's and Freddy Fazbear's. We would still be in business. We'd always be in business.”

“And who employed me?”

“Aviator did! And I won't let him live for that either!” Hwnt hissed.

Hwnt formed a fist with his hand and hit the wall beside him. “Nobody will live! AhahhahaHAahaah! Not even I! This whole place will burn, I can smell It! So many have already died, and just because it seems to all be falling, I won't let this ever lasting night be the end of the performance!”

Tyler gulped, stepping back. Hwnt was getting far more mad by the second. Hwnt coughed and laughed and was falling apart. Hwnt coughed more, having to lean down. But that's when Tyler noticed Hwnt was reaching into his back pocket. His eyes widen, when he saw Hwnt pull out a stun gun. Shit. Tyler stepped back, his heart beating so fast it hurt.

“AHAHA!” Hwnt stood back up, in his right hand the stun gun. He flickered it on, a blue static dancing off the ends of the metal tips.

Tyler's eyes stared at the blue light that threatened every last part of his breathing existence. Hwnt stepped forward, and his only reply was to step backwards. He lost his ability to talk, and it seemed all was crashing down on him. Nobody to save him.

“A-and I think-” Hwnt coughed. “-I'll s-start by k-killing YOU!”

Hwnt suddenly jumped out, and Tyler had no time to dodge this time. The metal ends of the stun gun came into contact with Tyler, and he felt a horrible zap ring through out his body. A burning sensation, one that fried the skin that was touched. Everything that hurt screamed out at Tyler's nervous system, and the overload was far too much for the young human to handle. Tyler fell to the floor, not quite dead, but blacked out, and on his way to the light if nothing were to pull him back.