Five Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Seven,

The Fourth Night

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The first thing Tyler did was race to the office, getting in and jumping into the chair, pulling down the camera screens, his bag still around his chest. He checked all the cameras, as well as the power, located each and every single animatronic. Taking out the map he hid in his bag, he went over his plan quickly. He didn't have any time to lose.

Tyler wanted to check out the hidden room, but chances are it was locked or hidden away backstage of Jason's ride, and would take a bit to find. Breaking into Aviator's office would be a better start, knowing he could find more information in there then anyway else at the moment. Tyler turned off all the cameras and anything using power in the office, pulling out his flash light and turning it on. Before he went down the hallway, he pulled out his stun gun and held it tightly.

Tyler walked down the hallway quickly, but once he got past that point, he slowed down, taking more caution to what was around him. Anything could jump out, and he was nothing more then a piece of bait on a hook in the sea. Tyler could see all the way down the park, and a figure of an animatronic was down there, but it wasn't heading towards him. It hadn't noticed him yet. Yet.

Tyler got to the lost and found building, the doors locked from the outside. Tyler had a key that would go to some doors, such as the gift shop, the restrooms, closets, and Lost and Found building, but wouldn't work on anything more then that. Tyler already knew his key wouldn't work on Aviator's office door or the hidden room, and so he'd need to dig into things more to figure out what it took. As for Aviator's Office, he could just break into there. His office had no security. Why would he need it? He didn't expect Tyler or any employee to catch on. If Bashur did, he didn't have the guts to do such a thing.

 Click~

With a turn and the sound of a soft click, The glass doors were pushed opened and Tyler walked in, finding himself in a dark, open, lobby. He was tempted to turn on the lights, it was so dark. But that would waste power and attract the unwanted. He let the doors close behind him and he continued to walk around, searching for Aviator's office.

Tyler walked behind the front desk, and into a door that read “employees only”. Inside there was a hallway with doors on each ends and a few in the middle. They had signs.

“Nurse's office.” Tyler whispered them as he walked by. This room was for when a kid had an injury worse then a small scrape or bump.

“Janitor’s closet.” A room for the janitor's supplies.

“Employee break room.” Tyler stopped and frowned. “So all the employees come here to work, and my office is off to the side, in the middle of danger. Does Aviator not realize how alone that hallway in Skyhub is?” 

Tyler went on to find Aviator's office at the end of the hall, a sign on it proving so. Tyler reached for the door knob, but it clicked loudly. It was locked.  He suspected this would happen, but there was an easy way around this. 

"Janet always knew how to-" Tyler had taken out a pin from his bag and was picking the lock, paying close attention to the sounds it made. "-pick a locked door when a hunk was on the other side~" 

  Tyler pushed the door open when he heard a click and smiled when he stepped inside the office. 

"Too bad for her I didn't use if to the same reason she wanted me to..." He sighed. "But breaking and entering is along her lines, i guess." 

  Tyler left the door opened so that he could see down the hall, but other then that, he went to work investigating. There were two big desks, one with a computer and a chair, both filled with papers and junk. File cabinets too. Tyler couldn't go through all of this though. It would take him the whole night. 

"Let's see here..." Tyler hummed, starting with the desk with the computer. 

  Papers on money control and bills and power supply updates, but no notes or anything. Mail and taxes and boring adult things that Aviator probably hated doing like every other adult. He had notes on events and plans on his daily life, but nothing Tyler cared about. 

   Tyler found pens and markers and useless junk within the drawers of the desk, but one drawer was locked. The bottom right one. It had a key hole, unlike the others. This had to have something in there. Tyler knelt down and used his pick again, listening closely for a click. He wasn't a professional, and it took him longer then he would like to admit to get through. 

   When it opened, Tyler slid it open and looked through, seeing a few crunched up papers, clips, and a key chain of keys. Tyler stood up, picking up the papers and the keys. He placed the keys in his pocket, opening the papers as he kicked the drawer closed. There were printed out screen shots of something on the computer. A conversation between two people. It went something like this:

Anon 1: They told the department it would be a mistake to tell the public. 

Anon 2: What did the department say?

Anon 1: I'm not the person to ask. Look, Whatever they said, in the end it worked. 

Anon 2: Goes to show how this world is full of crap. Human rights and movements of truth. 

Anon 1: Hey, this still means you get to keep your job.

Anon 2: I would love for them to take it all away. It's fueling my depression and honestly i've thought about ending it. What man like I should be left with this kind of fate?

Anon 1:  Hey, you're able to walk in every morning with your head held high. Just remember, you don't have it as bad as the poor guy going in every night. 

Anon 2: They have the sense to leave before they've gone in too deep. I've had this job for years. I can't leave. They won't let it happen. 

Anon 1: Hm. Well. It'll pay out in the end. Whether you get saved and move away from this awful state or die and reach the promise land. Something good is bound to happen. 

Anon 2: Well it needs to happen sooner. None of this good karma is coming back. 

Anon 1: Hang in there. 

Anon 2: Yeah. "

  Tyler frowned. It was obvious that Aviator was Anon 2. None of the information was useful though. Aviator's got depression and there is still no confirmation on why The law was going to put of with Team Crafted's murders. 

  Tyler shoved the papers back in the drawer than continued to look around. He moved to the other desk, finding random papers, but also some useful ones. Well, useful in a way. Documents showing all the people who have had Tyler's job for the last 10 years. The list was huge. Bashur really was the only one to stay any longer then a few weeks. 

   Along with those documents, there was also notes that seemed to be years old. They were in Aviator's hand writing. They were under a stack on paper, but stood out due to the age of the edges. They were also smudged and stained. They were recorded events, but not just any events. Tyler squinted, reading part of it aloud. 

"April 22, 2011. Another report to Team Crafted was made. I asked to speak with the head, but they sat me with a new worker whom was taking the place of the historical department. He didn't believe me at all when i talked about the animatronics moving. I begin to suspect they've stooped as so low to hold such a secret from even their own employees." 

    All the events recorded were written down by Aviator, telling the times when he's gone to make reports to Team Crafted about the activity of the park, and being told he's crazy when the topic of the animatronics being alive come up. Goes to show this topic was something Aviator cared much about. 

"Team Crafted seems to be trying to forget it's own problems." Tyler groaned. "They should know it'll only come back to bite them in the ass later." 

   Tyler placed the papers back down, turning now to the cabinets against the wall. Most of them were empty, probably a place Aviator plans to put all the papers on his desks once he finally cleans, but the bottom one was not. Like last, it was locked, yet Tyler could get passed it. He opened it to find bills and folders with documents in them. Pulling them out, he read through them. 

"Oops." 

   This bills were on the replacement of parts for the animatronics. Ty's arm, hand, and fingers were the top of the stack. The cost was $500. It was probably so expensive due to the fact that the parts had to be custom made. The Animatronics were taller then a full grown man and were not cheap. 

"My bad." 

  Tyler put the bills back and turned to the folders. Opening the only one in there, he found more papers. They were crumpled up and a mess, but it was clear what they were for. They were letters from various demolition companies telling Team Crafted Co. that they've had requests to take down the theme park. There were threats of demolitions, but none named the reason. They only claimed anonymous parties filed requests. 

"Should have taken it down, as fun as the place was in my childhood." Tyler sighed and placed the folders back. 

  Tyler turned around to look around the room. He made sure he had looked through everything. He had keys in his bag, as well as a few papers, and had gathered some knowledge about Aviator's mental state and the fight between Team Crafted and their want to keep the park up. But not everything was answered in the office. Some things were answered, but more questions were created. 

"But this isn't the only place to find answers." Tyler shook his head and began to walk out of the office, being careful to lock the door and close it on his way out. 

    Before he could continue to plan his steps, he heard a crash from the lobby. He stiffened, taking the flash light and the stun gun back into hands. There was no noises before or after the crash, the the animatronics were pretty loud with their metal feet. Tyler slowly walked over to the door to the lobby, slowly opening it. His heart pounded, and he looked out ever so slowly. 

Nothing. 

  Tyler sighed in relief and walked into the room, looking towards the door. The room was empty and there was nothing there. What had crashed was a vase, water, dirt, flowers, and glass covering the floors. Something was here a second ago, but it had time to decide to leave. Tyler walked out of the building, the cold night air returning to greet him. 

And he stopped. 

In the distance, he saw a golden light. It was reflecting off the water of the fountain that was in the middle of the park, and it's source was just out of sight behind it. Tyler believed at first that it had to be a light left on, and was suddenly reminded of the power levels. Tyler's expression changed to one of horror and he ran towards the light. 

"I should have been paying for attention! Dammit!" He cursed under his breath.

  His running slowed down when he went around the fountain, though, and his eyes grew in size. His heart had probably skipped a beat as well. The light source was no light bulb. It was a figure, one of a yellow-orange golden color. Looking at it made Tyler realize how tired and thirsty he was. A hallucination? As The figure turned towards him, Tyler realized it was an animatronic. 

   The animatronic had nothing but a gold color to it, but it was one a bit shorter then the others. It had glasses and a checkered shirt. It's hair was short, like his own. It was skinny, like him. It was metal, like them. Tyler stepped back as the animatronic turned to him and reached out with it's arm. 

"W-what the shit!?" Tyler gasped, blinking a few times and shaking his head. He looked back up to where it had been. 

And it was gone, as well as the light. 

"A hallucination? Am I seeing things?" Tyler asked him.

    There was another crash and Tyler turned around to see Mitch a couple yards away. Tyler's heart jumped again, and the teen, keeping eyes locked with the animatronic, ran towards Sky Hub. Mitch was moving, and though not running, was chasing the boy. Tyler let his eyes turn back to what was ahead of him, and he concentrated on sprinting back to the office. 

   Once Tyler made it to the office, he jumped into the chair and pulled up the security cameras, something he could do in nothing but seconds, and found that Mitch had stopped walking at the end of the hallway. He was standing still. Unmoving. Tyler checked the other cameras real quick, always going back to look at Mitch. Multitasking, he took a drink of water from his water bottle. 

Tyler checked. The time was 1:14, and the power was at 87%. Being out of the office saved a lot of power.  And he wasn't done yet. Mitch left the hallway after a bit and Tyler began to regain the courage he had before to leave the safe spot. His next destination to gain information was not that far away either. He'd still be in SkyHub. 

    Leaving the office once again, making sure everything was off, Tyler walked down the hallway, turned right, went passed the gift shop, and came to the doors of the Team Crafted mini museum. He unlocked the doors with one of the keys he found in Aviator's office, walking in to find the place pitch black. He used his flash light, however, and found it far easier to see. 

    The door closed behind him and he walked down two or three steps to find himself in a room that looked like an art gallery. There were pictures and cases with items inside that all had some sort of text to go with it. Tyler couldn't spend forever here, so he scanned over the text, looking for key words he knew would help him. 

   After a short introduction on how Team Crafted came to be, Tyler found the next small room had a part of each wall sectioned off, each part filled with drawings of one of the main characters, including early designs, finalized designs, and extras. Not only that, but each character's text told about how they came to be. Apparently, all of the characters were based off stories of young teens from different eras. How odd, since Tyler didn't expect that. 

"I never did pay attention to these..." Tyler looked down at the text for Sky. "I never really paid attention to the history behind the show either. I just watched." 

     Sky was apparently based off a legend of a prince who lived in medieval Europe. At the age of 15, he was given control of an army, one he treated well. Yet he was still childish, says the text, and caused trouble between his kingdom and another, unknown kingdom. It ends saying the boy was found one morning, face down in a nearby river. The kingdom's people believed a beast from the waters below had taken the life of their beloved ruler...

"Okay. That was dark for a kid's park." Tyler frowned and went on to the next. 

    Ty, or Deadlox, was a young teen who grew in the years of World War Two. He was sent to work, so it claims, and help the armies as they ran onto the battle field. He provided ammo and water to those in need, as well as first aid. At the age of 16, Ty found himself trapped in a man made tunnel when placing down land mines. A dog whom was sent to rescue him stepped on it, and they were both killed. 

Tyler paused. Is that what it really said? "Okayy..." 

   Mitch grew up during America's revolutionary war period. He was the son of a very patriotic family, and thus grew up with the belief of freedom. So when the war came around, of course he found a way to take part. However, he was part of a group of soldiers taken prisoner  and hidden on a British ship. One that was later shot down by American forces. He drowned with the rest of his fighting crew, unable to make it out on time. 

"I swear to god this was a park built for kids." Tyler walked on. "What gives?" 

    Jerome was the youngest at the time of his story. He lived in the late 1900s, and had a rather big family. At the age of 12, he was taken on a camping trip, along with his parents and younger siblings. He got lost while playing one early morning, never found again. 

"Oh. Hah. I get it." Tyler crossed his arms. "The kids who come here are too young to read, so it's the teens and the adults who would eat this all up that are the target audience." 

   Husky was a young boy, 15 years of age, who grew up in the 1970s. He loved the water, but lived up north, so every winter, all the lakes would freeze. He'd still go out there, wrapped in jackets, and ice skate. One afternoon, before dinner, he went out, and never came back. It was later found that he had fallen through thin ice, the water freezing him. 

Tyler walked on, continuing to read. 

   Jason's story takes place a few years before Team Crafted became a thing. Apparently, Jason was a boy, the age of 17, whom was interested in astronomy, and really anything in the sky. He studied planes and stars. For his birthday, he was given the chance to go parachuting. He was so excited, but mid fall, the attendant holding him passed out and Jason freaked out, part of his parachute coming undone. He began to spiral down, the fabric becoming twisted in it's self. He died in the hospital hours later. This was apparently in the local news for awhile. 

    Ian, or Sundee, was back farther in history then Jason, though. He was a boy of the Renaissance period. He happy and joyful and worked as an entertainer's assistant. His story has a bit more of a Shakespeare feel to it, when he was approached by a girl who had fallen for him. He denied her kindly, but her father was not too happy with that. The girl's father killed Ian, and the town went mad with the death of a kid everyone loved. The town's emotional state was changed and anger and despair spread to change it's history...

Tyler was about done with all these creepy stories. He stopped in front of the last one, Seto. 

    Seto was a victim of the Salem witch trials of colonial America. He was simply accused of witchcraft, like the hundreds of others whom lived along side him, and just like them, he had no way to prove to them his innocence. Ironically, he could claim to them he was a witch and escape death by promising to return to god, however Seto held onto the truth, and was hanged for it. 

"It's almost as if all kid shows develop from some sort of dark history...." Tyler said and glanced around, continuing through the building. 

    In the next small room was the character development process, along with other things. It talked about how other characters, such as some named Kermit and Blue Monkey, were created and thought to be a possible role for one of the 8  main characters. There were many thrown away ideas, as well as a melon man with awesome 3D glasses and a summery outfit choice. There was a man with pink hair and a mustache, and boy with a skateboard face. 

    Everything else in the rooms were nothing important. There was a lot on the process of the creation of the shows, but nothing on the company itself. Tyler left, yawning as he stepped outside. 

"And now," Tyler pulled out the keys from the bag. "Onto the secret room." 

   Tyler checked the power levels in the office quickly before heading all the way across the park to Jason's ride. The ride was inside a building that was in the shape of a mountain. Using the map to pin point the area that the room was hidden at, Tyler walked around inside, looking around in fear of getting lost and in fear of the animatronics. After having to check where he was many times, he finally found the hidden room down a long, dark hallway that was in the back of the building, hidden away from any visiting eyes.

Tyler walked up to the door, the hallway down by it almost as cold as a freezer. Pulling out the keys, he found the key hole in the door and tried each key. Hope began to build, but when the final key did nothing, Tyler frowned. He shoved the keys back into his bag. The door was cold and metal and locked and he didn't have the key for it.

“So how do I get in?” Tyler asked, turning to walk back down the hallway, the flashlight flickering a bit. Tyler hit the flashlight with his hand and it worked again.

Tyler looked up with a sigh, only to stop again. There it was again. The golden light. The golden figure. It was only a few yards again, and Tyler's eyes met it's. It moved, not with it's feet, but with it's arms. Holding out it's hand, it's figures opened to show a key in it's palm. A key that looked familiar. Tyler hesitated, but then stepped forward. The Animatronic did nothing but stare at him.

“Is that for me?” He asked, his voice cracking.

Tyler walked closer, but the figure vanished into thin air, as well as it's golden light. Then a memory popped into Tyler's head almost as if the golden glow had reminded him. The key that was shown to him was the same key as the key that could be won in Mitch's arcade.

“Oh my god.” Tyler gasped, clutching the flash light. “Could it really still be there!?”

Tyler ran down the hallway, out the doors, past many rooms, and out of Jason's ride. He was huffing, his own energy being used up. The bag bouncing against his side, he ran as fast as he could to the arcade. The cold air blew through his hair and made his eyes dry, but made it without being caught by any of the animatronics. Stopping inside, he paused to gather back some air.

Getting back to his task at hand, Tyler ran over to the desk in the farthest end of the room, where the prizes were normally lined out. In the glass case, at the height of a normal child, were all the cheap plastics and candy, but all the prizes on the shelves behind the counter were gone.

“Oh, you're kidding!” Tyler complained, going around the counter and walking towards the closet.

Tyler assumed that at the end of all the shifts that the employees put up anything that cost more then 5$. He got to the door, but found it was locked. Pulling out the keys, he unlocked it and opened it. Walking in, he was caught off guard by a grunt of metal.

“GAAAH!”

Sky was in the closet of the prizes, and the sight of him made Tyler jump. Tyler instantly ran out of the arcade, his heart beat back up to high numbers. Looking back, it seemed Sky had taken interest in him, though he wasn't running or going at any fast pace. Tyler still watched, not paying attention to what was ahead of him. He was running back towards SkyHub.

“H-H-Ello, Stars. Welcome B-back to the minecraft U-UN-Un-un-universe. T-This Is-”

Tyler skidded, turning to face in front of him, only to having something hit him square in the face before he could even see what it was. With a loud crack, the wind was knocked out of Tyler, and he crashed to the ground, a bit of blood splattering from his mouth onto the concrete ground.

“-J-j-ja-a-a-a-a-son.”

TrueMU stood before the human's body, looking up to see Sky walking up. Sky stared at Jason, his mouth hanging open loosely.

“I-I was not s-s-startled.” The animatronic said.

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“TYLER!”

Darkness. A black had overcome him and a pain began to beat in his head. Groaning, his senses coming back together, Tyler felt himself being shaken. Not violently. Actually, yeah, violently. Tyler wasn't in the state of mind to really tell.

“TYLER!” A familiar voice yelled in his ear. “TYLER WAKE UP!”

Tyler opened his eyes to see Aviator holding onto him, his face showing a worried, traumatized expression. Tyler blinked a few times, clearing his dry throat. Shaking his head, he felt Aviator let him go and stand back up. Tyler sat on the ground, looking up at Aviator. Then he remembered what happened. He tensed up and Aviator noticed, watching the teen.

“I-I.I was being chased by Sky and then something hit me and I...I blacked out?” Tyler slowly got back up, his leg hardly able to support him in his weak state.

“It's 6:10, Tyler! I waited by the gates and you didn't show up so I went to check to see if everything was okay with you in the office, but you weren't there! I walked out and saw your body on the ground and I was so sure that you were dead!” Aviator then pointed to Tyler's blood on the ground. There wasn't a lot, but a small puddle. “I saw the blood and I would have called the ambulance but then you started to flinch and groan and move.”

Tyler looked at the blood. Yeah, it was his. He rubbed his cheeks, they now sore. The back of his head and neck hurt as well. Aviator picked up the flashlight that was on the ground as well.

“So...I lived?” Tyler asked, rubbing his head.

“You said Sky was chasing you, right?” Aviator asked.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Remember that.” Aviator sighed and grabbed Tyler's arm, seeing as the teen was still not fully up and awake.

“So my shift's over? I can go home now, right?” Tyler asked with a yawn.

Aviator pulled Tyler lightly out of the park. “I'm driving you home.”

Tyler tried to stop, but didn't have the strength to stop Aviator. “Huh?”

Aviator stopped when they got to his car. “You just woke up from being unconscious on the cold hard ground. I can't let you drive home by yourself."

Tyler got into the car, Aviator closing the door and walking around to get into the driver's seat. Tyler spaced out most of the ride, trying to remember what happened before all of this and trying to make himself believe he was able to live over an hour while on the ground surrounded by monsters. And what's with Aviator and Sky? Was he forgetting something someone said? Probably.

When they pulled up to Tyler's house, Aviator had to snap his fingers to get Tyler's attention. Aviator helped Tyler out of the car and before the teen walked into the house, he stopped him.

“Tyler. Don't come back tonight. You need a break. You're too far ahead of yourself, and I don't want you ending up a pulp.”

Tyler yawned. Aviator's logic never made any sense. He needed someone to work night shifts, but then Tyler fucks up once and he lets Tyler off one shift. Who was gonna work the next shift? Bashur? Tyler still had a headache, and so he just nodded his head, not saying anything.

“Also, have someone drive you to the park so that you can pick up your car tomorrow. Don't forget about your car.”

Tyler nodded his head again and walked into the house, without saying a word. He went straight to bed. Didn't answer his mother whom asked him how his shift was and what was wrong. He ignored the sound of everything. He placed his glasses on the side table and passed out on the bed, his blankets wrapped around himself.

He had gotten so far that night, and forgot most of it the second he hit the ground. Hopefully he'd remember something once he woke up. This wasn't over. Not the slightest.  

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