Five Nights At Team Crafted's

Chapter Three:

The Second Night

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       Tyler looked back and forth between where he was going and the clock on his phone many times. Not only that, but he looked behind his back uncountable times. He's run to different corners of different parks, all across from the Sky Hub, placing down sticks of butter or raw fish or a cupcake. He was able to find things to keep Sky, Husky, and Ssundee occupied for a bit, but He didn't have time to go out and buy a remote control helicopter or a good sword. Besides, he'd have to hide the sword in a place no child could slip in and find it, and how'd he'd sneak it by his boss?

       Tyler didn't spend a lot of time hiding things. What he had left over, he threw over a fence of a park and ran back to SkyHub. The gift shop was dark and eerie, but fine. As he walked into the hallway, he passed the double door to the cafeteria. He peeked inside to see Sky in the place he was supposed to be. Sighing, he found his was to the chair in the office and placed his bag on the table. 

     It was 12:20 AM and the power was only 99%. Tyler checked the cameras, focusing on each of the animatronics and temporarily turning off the ones that were not needed at the moment. Sky, Seto, and Ty were in their places. Jason was walked out of his coaster, Mitch was walking around his arcade, Jerome was headed towards Husky's park and husky was walking around the building by his pools. 

    Tyler kept watching them walk around until 2 AM. They were all moving around at one point, but none seemed to care for him yet. By then, Tyler was keeping himself in focus by having a bag of Cheetos as a snack and having his phone lightly play music in the background so that the sound of the fan didn't drive him crazy. 

"You understand, I got a plan for us! I bet you didn't know that i was dangerous!" His phone sang. Dangerous by Big Data. A song that fit with the night, don't you think?

     When the song ended, the phone paused for a few moments to switch to another. Within that period of time, Tyler swore he heard a noise from down the hall. He frowned, going to the cameras that were located outside his office. There was nothing there. He checked the animatronic's locations and then placed his cameras to the side. He turned off his phone and took his flashlight, turning it on and pointing it out the door. 

    Slowly making his way into the hallway, he didn't see anything. He walked down half of it when a strong wind flew inside. He sneezed into his sleeve. But then he heard more voices. They were clearer now.

"He knows us." The voices were distant whispers, distorted by the wind. It was like a horror movie. 

"He knows us!" Another voice, deeper, but with the same effect, was heard. 

"But does he see?" 

"No, He is blind." 

Tyler stepped back. They were loud and clear in his head. They sounded so close, but yet where were the coming from?

"He live?"

"He shall not." 

"How do you assume that?"

"We will help him."

"He can help us."

"How do you assume that?"

More voices were joining. Tyler stepped back again. 

"He will die!"

"He will live!"

"Shut up!"

"We will not!" 

Tyler stepped back again.

"He hears us?"

"He hears us."

"He hears us!"

    Tyler finally shook his head and turned around, running back to his office. He jumped back into the chair, pulling the cameras in front of him. He checked on the animatronics. His heart beating a bit more then normal, he heard the sound of metal clanging half way through checking. It sounded so close. He looked towards the door. His heart sunk.

"D-D-Don't D-d-d-do d-d-d-dis." Ty spoke, his hand on the doorway. 

"AHHHHHH!"

   Tyler screamed, jumping out his chair to get to the button next to the door. He nearly tripped on the floor. Pushing the chair aside, he reached out to slam the button, but then something cold clamped onto his arm. Tyler screamed, Ty's hand not letting go oh him. 

"G-GET OFF OF ME!" Tyler fought back, his arm feeling like it was being ripped in half. 

"Don't do-do-do dis to me"

  Tyler's heart raced as he tried to save himself. Ty wouldn't let him go, and he couldn't reach the button with his hand. His heart nearly jumped out of his throat when he tripped and fell due to a piece of paper that the fan knocked off the desk. Ty didn't fall within, and thus Tyler was held up,half way off the floor, his side in pain. 

    Tears began to form in his eyes. He was done for. His continued to wiggle around, kicking. He kicked at the wall, but then got an idea. He stretched himself forward and kicked the button, almost unable to reach it. The light on the button glowed red and the door came crashing down, Ty's robotic arm being chopped in half. 

  Tyler gasped for air, having losing it from the moment of terror. He grabbed onto the desk to help pull himself up. Slumping down into the chair, he was faced with the problem of still having Ty's arm clamped to him. And it hurt like hell. 

   It was 2:15 and the power was at 75%. Tyler grabbed his flashlight and used the back end of it, which was strong and sturdy, and used it to start hitting at Ty's arm. He didn't have anything to cut the metal off of him, so he'd have to break off the fingers in order to get free. He flinched, having his arm and Ty's arm laid out on the desk. Each time he beat down on the fingers, he himself felt a bit of pain. The more it went on, the more Tyler began to break down. Tears built up in his eyes, his body shook, he was cold. He was in pain and he was scared. He felt like a baby. 

  CRACK!

  The first finger broke off with a loud noise, making Tyler flinch badly. Tyler moved the finger and continued on to the next. His arm was bruised where Ty's fingers had held it. It took him half an hour to finish breaking off the other fingers. He placed the flashlight back down, took Ty's broken arm, and threw it to the floor. He was sick of it. Sniffling, he grabbed the first aid kit that was in the corner of the desk.

   He looked to see what there was, but all he saw was band-aids and creams for cuts and things like that. He sighed, closing it and putting it back. He turned back to his cameras, checking them. The power was down to 60% and it was 2:48 AM. Tyler remembered the door. He'd have to open it again. But he didn't want to . He felt safe. He liked that feeling. 

  He sat and stared at the door the at least two minutes before finally building up the courage to open it. He pressed the button, his arm aching, and the door went up. Ty was gone, but a sick feeling in his gut returned. If the door was left down, the power would drain, and Tyler would be sure to die. He was saving his own life by risking it more. 

Tyler continued on, checking the cameras. Sky, Ian, Husky, and Ty were all wondering around the opposite side of the park. Jason was in Ty's fun house, Jerome was by the front gates, and Mitch was in the kitchen of SkyHub. Seto was out and about, headed towards Skyhub, but still far away. Tyler yawned. He was fine for now. 

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    Though Tyler had to keep a close eye on one or two of them, the rest of the night was uneventful. His arm was still in pain, and honestly would be in pain for awhile. He'd have to make an excuse to tell his mother later. He flicked back and forth between the cameras, the clock showing to be 5:06 AM. He was almost done, yet it didn't feel like it at all. His eyes felt heavy, however only due to being bored. 

"What?"

    Tyler's eyes scanned passed the power level, which had dropped horribly to 13%. But it was at 34% the last time he checked, which was only 20 minutes ago! Tyler's heart raced. He searched the cameras for a clue, but couldn't find one. Oh wait. He looked through the ones he had turned off, and found one to be very bright. 

The lights were on at Mitch's arcade. 

"HOW!?" Tyler gasped, shutting off the cameras. "WHAT!?"

   Tyler freaked out, pushing the camera to the side. He grabbed his flashlight, his stun gun, and a few other tools he had laying on the desk. Taking a drink of water, he looked around. Bashur said if this happened, he'd need to leave the office. He was right. You couldn't shut off a part of the park from the office. You had to go to the electrical box inside each park to do so. Tyler gulped. 

It was leave and turn off the lights or stay here and most likely die. 13% wasn't going to last the whole hour. He looked around. His feet wouldn't move. But the power was going down as he stood there. He had too. 

"Goddammit." Tyler looked down at his bruised arm. "Fuck me."

   Taking a deep breath, Tyler turned on his flash light and walked out into the hallway. He walked fast down the hall and outside of SkyHub. The moon was visible, but the sky wasn't as dark as before. Almost morning. A light wind was blowing through. He turned right, heading farther into the park. Mitch's arcade was on the other side of Ty's Fun house. Before he even go there he could hear in the distance the music and noises of the games that were inside. Were they all on? What the hell!?

   Tyler walked into the arcade, seeing no sign of the animatronics. The lights and noise bothered him though. It was bound to attract them. Hell, probably them all. How did it even turn on anyway!? He walked around, awkwardly glancing behind him and at the games. He had flashbacks as he walked passed them. He played a few rounds on one when he was 12. He played for hours on one when he was 9. He's gotten his name in the high score a few times. 

"I wonder if my scores have been beaten..." Tyler sighed. "I bet so."

   He found the back room of the arcade, a small closet behind a red, thin metal door. It was unlocked - the door handle was broken- so he went right in. He kept the door open so he could glance out of it every once in a while. He found the electrical box on the wall and opened it, a small hatch keeping it locked. It didn't seem to be tampered with. It looked fine. 

   The switch for all the lights were turned off, but he flipped it on and back off again. It seemed hard to move, probably from rust. Once he did so, however, he saw the lights and games power down. He sighed in relief. God, what was the power level now? Maybe he just paused his coming failure? 

   Closing the electrical box, he got back up and headed out of the closet, closing the door behind him. He made his way through the games, now all lifeless, and out of the front doorway of the arcade. He stopped when he saw Seto and Mitch standing only a few yards away. Seto was looking towards the top of the building, were the lights used to be the brightest, and Mitch was staring at him. 

"Shit." Tyler gasped, stepping back. He let the flashlight shine at them. They didn't move. Not yet. 

   Tyler's other hand slipped to his belt, where he had the stun gun. He held it with a tight grip, not letting his eyes leave the view range of the two in front of him. Seto's head moved with a loud creek, looking at Tyler now. Seto was mad. The lights, of which he turned on himself, were gone. And Tyler was to blame. 

"Why the hell did I come back?" Tyler said to himself aloud. "WHAT IDIOT COMES BACK THE SECOND NIGHT!? GOD DAMMIT!" 

  Tyler's eyes blinked a second, but he felt a rush of fear shiver through him when he heard the two move a bit, their metal parts creating a horrible sound. 

"W-W-Welcome t-to t-to the H-Hun-hun-hunger G-Games Games K-Kids." Mtich's voice box cracked. "B-Battle F-f-f-or your life f-for the highest s-sc-sc-score!" 

Tyler stepped back. He remembered Mitch saying this flawlessly whenever he visited the arcades as a kid. That was, without the your life part. Tyler flicked the side of the stun gun, turning it on. A blue static light glowed from it and it made a soft humming sound when Tyler held down the button. Seto's eyes were attracted to the blue light. Mitch, however, kept his eyes on Tyler. 

"I'm dead." Tyler told himself. "I'm such a fucking moron for returning. What the hell was I thinking!?"

   Mitch moved again, walking towards towards Tyler. Tyler felt his heart jump and he waved the stun gun in front of Mitch. The blue light didn't faze him. Without warning, Mitch launched at Tyler. 

"GAH!" 

 ZAP~!

    Tyler fell back onto the concrete ground, his heart pounding so hard it could explode. A loud crash was heard, and beside him, Mitch had fallen to the ground, now unresponsive. What had just happened? Tyler felt his wrist cringe in pain, and his bruised arm ache. He had used the stun gun. Though not lethal in power, it apparently had enough to short out Mitch on contact. 

"That's right!" Tyler realized Bashur did say they can be shorted out for a few minutes. 

    Tyler got up and let the blue light flicker again, catching Seto's attention once again. He slowly walked closer to Seto, Seto not moving at all. His eye's followed the light. 

"Please. Do this for me." Tyler whispered. He jabbed the open area between the metal sheets on Seto's arm with the stun gun, causing Seto to short out as well. Seto's eyes closed and he leaned forward just a little. 

"Thank God."

   Tyler slowly backed away, nearly tripping on the flash light that had fallen to the ground. He picked it up and held it tightly with his other hand, slowly backing away with the stun gun and the flash light. When he was far enough, he turned around and ran. Ran as fast as he could.

   He made it back to SkyHub, but when he reached the hallway, He saw Jerome and Husky already down by the office. Ha. Too late. Tyler shook his head. Why should he even go back to the office? The power was almost gone. Hell, it could already be gone. He'd have no way of knowing since he wasn't in the office and nothing was on at the park, like it should be. 

   Tyler sprinted off towards the front gate, deciding to go there. Once he got to it, he approached the gate and looked through. The sun was showing signs of lighting up the sky, yet no cars, accept for his own, was in the parking lot. He placed the stun gun back on his belt and searched his pockets for the key. 

He didn't have the gate key. 

"Well. What else to do?" Tyler sort of gave up then. He turned around and sat down, his back against the gate.

   Tyler had his arms around his legs, his head resting on the top of his knees. His flash light was placed on the ground, pointing forward, on. Not that it did very much. It was pretty light, given the sun wasn't fully out yet. Tyler sighed, digging his head into his knees more. His glasses pushed against his face. He felt scared again. He sniffled. 

"I'm not tough enough for his job." He whispered to himself. 

   Tyler's mind was active, thinking about all that just happened. How lucky was he. Mitch tried to kill him. He could be dead now. Tyler's eyes teared up again. To think that he'd never return home. What would Aviator do? What would his mother think? What about Shelby and Kyle? Tyler, whom died in the hands of a robot on the second night of his job. 

"I'm not a robot." A tear rolled down his cheek. "I have emotions and...and....I'm not invincible like them."

    Tyler hid his face completely in his arms and legs. He yawned, ignoring his surroundings. His arms and legs shook and the wind made him cold. He was just a child. Was it even legal for him to have this job?

He was just a child. 

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   Mr. Aviator approached the front gates, not noticing the figure sitting on the outside until he reached to open the gate with his own extra key. When he looked down, he saw the mess. Tyler wasn't responding. Aviator's mind raced. Was he sleeping? Was he dead!? 

"Tyler!?" Aviator called, opening the gate. Tyler nearly fell when the gate opened, the support gone. 

"Is....Is...it over?" Tyler got up slowly, brushing off himself. 

"A-Are you-" Aviator saw the bruises on Tyler. "Which one?"

Tyler shook his head, out of it for a second. 

"W-well." Tyler yawned. "Ty is in need of a new arm. It's in the office right now. The fingers are broken off."

"He grabbed you, huh?" 

"Mitch and Seto are shorted out. Don't know what that means. Bashur said they'll come back after a few minutes. Which was awhile ago. I think." Tyler said.

"You spoke to Bashur?"

"And. Um. The lights in the arcade came on by themselves." Tyler added. 

Aviator sighed. "You've been out by the gate for how long?" 

"I don't know. I returned from the arcade to find Jerome and Husky in the hallway. I couldn't go back there."

"Do we need to go get your things?" Aviator asked. But then paused. "How about you go to your car. I'll go get your things for you."

Tyler nodded his head. "Thanks."

       Tyler slowly walked off, taking the flashlight with him, walking towards his car. Mr. Aviator made his way to the office, no robots in sight. He gathered Tyler's things and walked back out, taking a glance at the arm and fingers that Ty was now missing. Aviator walked out of the park and to Tyler, whom was standing by his car. Giving the teen his things, Tyler pulled out his car keys from the bag. 

"Will you return?" Aviator asked. 

Tyler didn't reply. He wanted to get home. Tyler walked around to the car door and got in, Aviator following a bit. 

"If you decide not to, please call me." Aviator told Tyler, who only gave him a glance of acknowledgement. 

   Tyler pulled out of the parking lot, and drove away, back home. 

The time was 6:07 AM. The Power is 100%. Tyler had completed the second night. But this wasn't over. Not unless he made so. 

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