Five Nights At Team Crafted's

Chapter Four:

Dreaming

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Tyler paused, just having shut off his car when pulling into his drive way. He spaced out for a minute, then looked down at stared at the bruises on his arms. It was in an obvious place, just below the elbow. Someone inside was bound to see it. Unless he covered it up. God, it felt like he was hiding scars. Going to work felt like suicide anyway. Yet these scars weren't self inflicted. They were abuse.

Tyler got out of the car, grabbing his bag to take inside with him. He closed the door and locked the car, it beeping for a second. As he walked to the door. He pulled down his white sleeves, which only went down enough to cover half of the bruising. He shoved his hands into his large pants pockets, trying to cover the rest. It was all he could, even when a small bit could be seen. He'd need to rush out of sight to get away.

Tyler walked inside, closing the door behind him and covering up his bruise again. The living room was dark, and no light came from the kitchen. Nobody was up. Tyler let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, his arm no longer hidden. Walking down the hallway, he went into his room without causing much noise. Inside, he placed his bag on the floor and took off his blue jacket. Sitting on the bed, he looked at his bruise and yawned.

“I'm not going back tomorrow. Fuck that.” He said with heavy eyes.

Tyler fell asleep not long after, at 6:40 AM.

-...-

Tyler sat at the kitchen table, 3 PM, snacking on a chocolate covered granola bar while flipping through his phone. He could hear the TV playing in the other room, but everything else was silent. Silent and peaceful. But then, one moment, his phone made a small chime. A text.

“Want to meet up later?” The text said, sent by Shelby.

Tyler paused, thinking of responding. Shelby then added.

“Kyle suggested going to get an early dinner some place.”

Tyler sighed, tapping in a reply.

“Sure.”

He smiled, adding to it.

“Love of my life.”

Tyler leaned back in his chair. He hadn't seen them since last weekend, and though that was only really two days ago, the last two days have felt like years.

“Pizza?” Shelby asked.

Tyler gave it a thought then frowned. The local pizza place didn't have a good reputation ever since people started claiming about disgusting smells coming from the animatronics there.

“Not feeling it.”

Tyler then realized he was probably thinking about a different place, but It was too late.

There was a pause.

“Chinese Buffet?”

“Sure.”

“What time?”

Tyler looked at the clock.

“4:30?”

“Sounds like a plan, stan!”

Tyler chuckled.

“Wow.”

 -...-

     On a Wednesday afternoon, right before the normal dinner rush, the Chinese place they went to was quiet, which only two other groups of people there eating. Tyler had his plate of Americanized Chinese food and walked back to the booth where Kyle and Shelby were just at, already having their food and digging in. Tyler scooted into the booth beside Shelby, the two sitting across from Kyle.

 Kyle looked at Tyler when he saw Tyler's plate. "You got enough to eat there?"

Tyler paused and looked at their plates. He had twice as much food as the other two did.

"I'm hungry Kyle what else am I supposed to do?" Tyler replied. 

"When was the last time you ate?" Shelby asked, grinning. 

"I had a snack when i woke like two hours ago! I havn't eaten after that since last night and all I had was a bag a Cheetos."

"You're job is messing up your eating schedule." Kyle said.

"It's not healthy, yeah, i get that." Tyler sighed. "But It's not a huge bother to me." 

"Okayyy." Shelby sighed. "But if we see you getting any skinnier then what you are right now then that's gonna need to change."

"'K, Mom." Tyler said and stuffed his face with food. 

There was a pause, then the conversation continued.

"So how's work for ya?" Shelby asked. 

"Good." Tyler said with food in his mouth. 

"With hours like that?" Kyle asked. 

"It's not that bad. You've just got to get used to it." Tyler swallowed. "I mean millions of other people have the same hours. I'm not alone."

"It's just something i'd never do." Kyle said. "Not unless the job was absolutely perfect."

"He sits around in a park watching cameras all night. You don't have to wait tables or care for children or anything. I think you've got it made." Shelby sighed. 

"Eh. Well." Tyler tilted his head. 

"Yeah. And you get $100 a night too. What's the deal with that?"

"Well it's not easy for them to sell a job like that. It's creepy as fuck at night there, even when nothing actually happens."

"If you keep that job for as long as you live you'll be making more than people who've gone to college, saying that they end up in places like McDonalds. That's 500 a week. god." Kyle felt a bit jealous. Tyler was only just a child.

Tyler frowned at the thought of working at Team Crafted's for the rest of his life. Hah. What a joke. The job would kill him before he's be able to stay a year. Bashur only worked three months. That's about 14 or 15 weeks, which means Bashur made about $7,500 working there. Tyler began to do the math in his head. 52 weeks in a year, times 500. That's $26,000 annual salary. 

"What's a good annual salary for someone living by themselves?" Tyler asked.

Kyle and Shelby looked confused, but then they thought about it.

"I'd want to say around 40K to 60K." Shelby answered.

"Oh. Well I make 26K. I think." Tyler thought aloud.

"For living with your parents you don't have the right to complain." Kyle sighed.

"I'm not complaining!" Tyler shook his head. 

"You said it was a creepy place and shoved off the thought that you had it made." Kyle yawned, taking another bite of his food. 

"Well I don't have it made if I want a higher salary i'll need to step up my game sooner or later. And that place will give you nightmares! seriously! at night it's like a horror movie!" Tyler defended himself. 

"I don't disbelieve you." Shebly sighed. "Honestly, though, it's got to be better than babysitting children. Sitting in the office is all you do, right?"

"Basically, yeah." 

"Nothing else? Wow." Kyle said.

"Well. There is a power problem to keep an eye on. I can't just go and fall asleep until dawn." Tyler added. 

"What kind of problem? Can't it be fixed?"  Shelby asked. 

"I'm sure it could be, but Mr. Aviator isn't doing much about it." Tyler answered.

"Mr.Aviator? Is he your boss?" Kyle asked.

"No Kyle he's my mother." Tyler said sarcastically. 

"Oh so whose the woman at your house everyday?" 

"My sister! God, get your facts straight, Kyle!" Tyler laughed. 

"Anyway...." Kyle turned back to his food, taking another bite. 

"Will you have recovered enough from your sleeping habits to hang out again this weekend?" Shelby asked Tyler. "You arn't working weekend nights then , right?" 

"That would be illegal, i think." Tyler sighed. 

"Good." Shelby smiled and turned back to her food. 

Tyler took and bite and chewed down some of his food. 

"So how are your weeks going so far?" He changed the subject. 

-...-

   Tyler looked through the notes he had taken when he went to visit Bashur. He was glad he went to see Bashur. He ended up needed some of it to save his own life. He was sitting at his computer desk, back at home, the time being 6 PM. He'd need to get some more sleep before his next shift. That was, if he was going to go back. He didn't want to. Not at all. 

"Oh. That's right!" Tyler suddenly gasped. "I was supposed to call Bashur when i got back last night!" 

   Tyler suddenly jumped around, trying to see if he wrote down a phone number in his notes or not. He didn't. Man. But he could look up the hospital's number and forward a message. He did know Mr. Green's room number. He found it and put it into his phone, waiting impatiently for the call to be picked up. 

"Memorial Hospital front desk, how can i help you?" A woman's voice picked up. 

"Yes, is it possible for me to leave a message for a patient?" Tyler asked.

The woman paused. "Yes, may I ask their name?"

"Bashur Green." Tyler said. 

Tyler heard the flipping of pages in the distance. The woman then replied. 

"He's not up at the moment. Sleeping. I can't forward you to him but I can let you leave him a message."

"That's alright." Tyler sighed. 

"Okay. When you hear the beep, you can say your message, and then hang up. Thank you for calling~"

"Thank you."

there was a beep. 

"Um...Hello, Bashur. Sorry I didn't call when my shift ended. I wasn't thinking about it. I'm alive though. And your tips helped me out alot. In fact, they saved my life. I can't thank you enough. If you have anything else, seriously, please call me back." Tyler said, leaving his phone number as well. 

"Thanks again."

He hung up after that. 

 Tyler placed his phone on the night stand, sitting back on his bed. He yawned. He needed to get sleep whether  he was going back or not. 

-...-

"Mom!" A young Tyler looked back to his mother, pulling hertowards another part of the park.

"I'm coming! Hold your horses, Tyler!" She laughed. 

   Tyler pulled her around everywhere that day. Right now they were heading towards Jerome's playground. Tyler was about 7, and had the biggest eyes a child could have. He had on a t-shirt with a rocket-ship on it and a red jacket. When they got there, they saw the Jerome animatronic, standing by the play ground, smiling and speaking.

"D-Dont forget to take y-y-your shoes off before you g-g-get on the play ground! No food or drinks a-are aloud! B-Bbigums l-likes to keep the p-place clean!"  It stuttered. "But d-dont forget to h-have fun kids!" 

"Mom can you help me?" Tyler sat down at pointed to his shoes, which were tied in a knot. 

"Sure." She knelt down and helped the boy take his shoes off. She held onto them, watching him scramble up to go run off into the playground for the smaller kids. 

"Be careful!" She smiled at him, but he was too occupied to care. 

     The dream went on to play more memories. Tyler was now pulling his mother over to Mitch's arcade. His mother stood behind him as he played many different games. He never got the top score on them. Not at this age. 

"Mom, look!" 

   Tyler had pulled her over to the counter where you could win prizes by cashing in the tickets you got from the games. Something had caught his eye there. It wasn't a cheap plastic toy or candy. It was something on the top shelf, It was a silver key with the words "top score" on the handle. It was amazing in craftsmanship. It cost the most though.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." His mother sighed. "You don't have enough for that." 

Tyler frowned. "But I want it!"

"What would you do with it?" She asked. 

"I want it!" Tyler shook his head. 

His mother sighed. "Maybe if you keep getting tickets you could get it."

Tyler sighed and looked around. He had already played all the games. How many times would he need to play them to win the key? Far too many for a boy his age. His mother saw it disappointment.

"If you keep saving all your tickets each time you come, you'll get the key in no time." She said. 

"Okay.."

His mother softly grabbed his tiny hand. "I'll get you something at the gift shop if it makes you feel any better? Then we can go out and eat pizza tonight? How's that?"

"Can we go to F-F-F-F" Tyler had a hard time pronouncing the name,

"We can go to Freddy's." His mother sighed. It wasn't the highest quality pizza, but it was cheap and Tyler and his siblings loved it there. 

"Yay!" Tyler grinned from ear to ear. 

    The dream skipped to later in the day, after they had walked out of the gift shop in Sky Hub. The two were walking past the hallway when Tyler stopped and looked down it. It was dark down there. a single light was on at the end of the hallway.

"Mom, where does that go?" He asked.

His mother looked down at a small map they had, and she shook her head. 

"I don't know, but I don't think it's opened to us. Let's go check out Ssundee's tents. Okay?" His mother asked.

"Oh. Okay." They then continued on until Tyler stopped again. When his mother turned back to look at him, he had the funniest of faces.

"What's wrong?" She laughed.

"I need the bathroom!" He whispered to her, looking down.

His mother smiled. "Alright then. We can go, then check out the tents, and then leave to meet your father and sisters at Freddy's." She said, mainly as a note to herself. 

"Hurry mommy!" Tyler squeaked. 

-...-

   Tyler woke up an hour before he had to leave. He ate some cereal, brushed his teeth, changed into his work clothes, and made sure he had all this things ready for the night. By the time he had to leave, he was still pretty sleepy. 

"See you in the morning~" His mother smiled as he turned to leave. 

"See ya." He said back, slipping out and into the cold morning air. 

   Tyler yawned. Why was he returning? Why was he giving no thought to it? Each time he goes, there was a chance he wouldn't return. He's known that since the moment he returned from the first night. And yet a strange force lead him to return each night. It was almost like he was hypnotized. 

Well. Tyler gulped when he arrived at the park again, getting out of the car to see Aviator standing outside the front gates. 

Here's to Night 3. 

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