Five Nights at Team Crafted's 

Chapter Two:

To Job or Not to Job

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  Tyler walked into his house, 6:30 in the morning, just getting home from his job. He took off his messenger bag and let it fall to the floor by the couch in the living room. He noticed nobody was in the room, however the TV was on with a low volume and the lamp on the side table next to the couch was on. He heard a noise coming from the kitchen, deciding to go see whom was awake at the time. When he walked in, he saw his mother. She smiled at him, walking over to greet him.

"You're back!" She yawned. 

"And you're up early." Tyler said.

"I couldn't sleep. I was about to make myself something to drink. Would you like anything?" She asked. 

"Water." Tyler said and his mother turned away to get glasses from a cabinet. 

"How was your first night?" She asked, not looking back as she worked.

Tyler hesitated. 

"It was good. Nothing big happened."

"Really?" His mother replied. "So you think you'll be able to handle the hours?"

"Yeah. I'm kinda tired though. Still not completely used to it." 

"Changing sleeping patterns is not easy." 

 His mother finished fixing the drinks and gave Tyler his glass of water. He took a sip from it, but nothing more. The two walked back into the living room, his mother taking a seat on the couch. 

"Aren’t you tired at all?" He asked her. 

"I am now that I know you had a good time at your first job." She smiled. 

   Tyler sighed and nodded his head. He then told her he'd be in his room, and walked out of the room. Down the hallway, he reached his room and walked in, closing the door behind him. A bed to the side, night stand, book shelves, and a computer set up. He placed the water down on the night stand and took a seat on his bed. He laid down, facing the ceiling. He let out a long sign.

"There is no way in hell I can fall asleep." He said. 

     The images of the animatronics out of place flashed in his him. They were scary. He'd seen them all the time when he was little, but only now knew what they really were. He didn't want to go back. Not at all. I mean, who in their right mind would want to return any way? Tyler had all the right not too. 

   Tyler took his phone out from his pocket and turned it on. The screen was bright and he blinked a few times. No messages. The time was 6:35. Tyler yawned and turned over. He placed the phone on the side table.  The fan blew cold air down and he stayed there doing nothing. After awhile, not being able to clear his mind, he got under the covers and tried to sleep. at first it was hard, but exhausted, he was. 

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  It was 3:35 PM when Tyler woke up. The light shined through his windows. He yawned and slowly got up. For a few peaceful moments he forgot about everything from last night. Until he realize he was still in his uniform. He shook his head and grabbed the water he left of the side table, chugging it down. That's when he noticed his phone light up. A text. He grabbed it, setting the water down, and read it.

From: Shelby

"How was your first night on the job?"

   Tyler paused. He could tell her it was creepy as hell or lie and say it was alright. Instead, he didn't answer. If she asked, he could say he was asleep. Or wait until later, at least. Tyler got up and placed his phone on his desk, sitting down in his leather chair in front of the computer. Turning the computer on, he waited for the monitor to light up. It didn't take very long. 

    Logging on, he didn't really have a set thing in mind to do. serf the internet? He wondered about his twitter, tumblr, and so on. He watched a few videos, but didn't have the spirit to do any more. That was, of course, because last night still bothered him greatly. He wanted to look it up. He wanted to look up the park's history, as well as anything about the show or comic series for Team Crafted. But honestly, would any of that have information. True info? If so, then the place would have been long go by now. 

But Tyler wasn't helpless. 

"He said his phone number was in the office." Tyler spoke to himself, trying to think of possibilities. "He said Mr. Aviator has it. Could it be in my paperwork?"

   Getting up, Tyler looked around his room for his bag. He frowned when he realized he left it out by the front door. Shoving his phone into his pocket, he walked out of his room and down the hall. He walked into the living room, expecting to find his parents or siblings, but none were there. Or right, it was 3:55 PM during the week. They were probably all out places. 

  Tyler got his bag and dug through it. One thing he had forgotten he'd had in there were his papers. They were hiding in a pocket that was zipped up. He took them and flipped through them , searching. The phone number he was looking for was not there. But a smirk came onto his face. He still found useful information. 

What was he looking for? He was looking for an answer to his question - To job or not to job? And to find his answer, he was going to need to speak with the Phone Guy, Bashur. The papers included information such as where Bashur was located, but that was it. And it was all Tyler needed. Bashur was staying at the local hospital, Memorial.

   Getting his car keys, sticking the papers back into the bag, then taking the bag, Tyler walked around, getting ready to leave. He fixed his hair, changed out of his work clothes, And locked the house as he walked out the door. 

  Tyler reached the hospital in no more then twenty minutes, pulling into the front parking lot. He walked into the front lobby, gulping as it seemed like eyes were watching him. There was an old lady reading a book, a few people walking around a gift shop, some nurses walking around, and a young blonde lady working at the desk. She looked at him when he walked to the desk.

"How can I help you?" She asked,

"I'm here to, uh, see a patient." Tyler said, glancing around. 

"Visit? What's their name?" She turned to a notebook on the desk, preparing to flip through. 

"Um. Bashur...er..." Tyler mentally freaked out. He couldn't remember the man's last name. "Bashur...."

The woman chuckled at Tyler's misfortune. "Bashur Green?"

It amused the lady more when Tyler hardly gave an answer.

"Bashur Green came in a week or two ago for head injuries. Is that whom you're looking for?" She asked.

"Y-Yeah! Him!" Tyler nodded. 

"Bashur isn't a very popular name, sweetheart. You got lucky this time." She joked, playing with a pen while the book was open to Bashur Green's information. "Now. I know you're not a family member or close friend. How are the two of you connected?" 

"W-we're co-workers!" Tyler said, turning to get his papers out to prove it. He placed it on the desk and pointed to the area that spoke of Bashur Green. The woman read it over and the nodded to Tyler. 

"Co-workers, huh? You must be new then." The woman smiled. "As so, I can only let you stay for half an hour to discuss whatever you need, while close friends and family get hours."

"That's fine." Tyler replied.

"He's on the 3rd floor, room 203." The woman said, pointing to the right. "The elevators are that way. Stairs on to the left." 

"Thank you." Tyler was quick to leave the front desk.

"Half an hour, okay!" She reminded him and he gave her a thumbs up before disappearing off to the elevators. 

  Tyler found his way to the third floor, stepping out onto the level. The halls were dim and only one or two people could be seen. Not a busy floor, huh? Tyler began walking one way, following the numbers on the side of the doors. It was only when he reached the end of the hall did he finally find the room. light from the large windows made this side of the building look light up. 

   Tyler knocked before walking in. It was a polite thing to do. Walking inside, he closed the door behind him.

"Hello?"

   The same voice he heard on the phone now called out. Only this voice was a bit more cracked.

"Hello." Tyler said, walking into view of Bashur, whom sat in his hospital bed, a small laptop in front of him.

Bashur gave the teen a half smile. "Can I help you?" 

"Oh! Um, you're...You're, um, the phone guy. Bashur." Tyler's words mixed up. "I'm the new guy. The one Mr. Aviator hired in your place." 

Bashur's eyes grew and he closed the laptop. "Oh." 

Tyler laughed. "Yeah. Oh." 

Bashur shifted so that he sat up straight. 

"Well." He gulped. 

"I've got thirty minutes, but I will only be here for a few minutes." Tyler started, avoiding eye contact. "I wanted to ask you a few questions. I hope you don't mind." 

"Hah. Mind." Bashur cracked a sympathetic smile. "I've lost part of it, but i can spear a bit still." 

Tyler tried not to smile at Bashur's dark humor. Instead, he continued on. 

"I don't want to return. I was lied to by Mr. Aviator, I was basically sacrificed. Those stupid animatronics are bad news." 

Bashur nodded his head. "I know."

Tyler looked up at Bashur. "I don't know if I should return tonight." 

"You don't need to go if you don't want to. It's a job, one that is not forced." Bashur said.

"But...If i did." Tyler's legs shook and he found his way to the chair just a few feet away. He sat down. "If I did...what advice do you have?"

Bashur paused, surprised. "Well first, why would you want to go back? What makes you consider it?" 

Tyler shook his head. "I don't know."

"Well..." Bashur began. "You already know to keep the doors open to save power unless they're coming for you. Check the cameras that are needed, temporarily turn off the ones that aren’t."

"Yes." Tyler nodded his head.

"You want secrets. You want to know other things, huh?" Bashur's voice got a bit louder for a second. "I can tell you want I remember, but it's nothing that'll grantee a happy ending." 

"Please tell me." 

Bashur shifted in his place again. 

"To begin with, the only time you'll need to leave the office is when power is accidentally left on in one of the parts of the park. You'd need to leave and go turn it off manually. It would be best for you to check that at the beginning of your shift. Get it out of the way. It's also a bit safer during the first few minutes."

Bashur watched as the teen even took out a pad of paper from his bag and started writing this down. He was serious. 

"Here's something. For some reason, each one is attracted to a certain object. Take Sky for example. His character from the show is known to love gold, calling it budder. The animatronic, however, is attracted to sticks of butter." 

"How'd you find that out?" Tyler asked.

"If I remember correctly, it's why Sky likes to stay near the kitchen so much." 

"Ah." Tyler nodded his head and continued to write. 

"Jerome likes raw fish. Husky likes fish that are alive and healthy, such as the goldfish in a bag that kids win in one of the booths in Ian's tent. Seto likes bright lights. Odd. Found this out when one of the parts of the park had been left on. When i got there, Seto was standing there, starring at the lights. He didn't move at all while I walked right past him to go fix it. When I walked back out of the place to go back to the office, the lights off now, He was gone."

"Jerome likes dead fish, Husky likes live fish, Seto likes lights. Got it." Tyler repeated in a hushed tone. 

"Ian likes a variety of things, such as cake, cupcakes, stray animals, sunglasses. He's odd. He won't be a huge problem compared to others. Mitch likes weapons, like swords and axes. Since this is a kid friendly park, I don't think we have any of those."

"Good." Tyler sighed. 

"But I do think a stun gun is considered a weapon."

Tyler paused, looking up from his notes. "Motherfucker."

Bashur laughed. "I'm sorry. It's a small one though."

"Anyway." Tyler pushed Bashur on.

"Anyway, Jason likes birds and stars and things like that, Stuff in the air. He's a dreamer. Unless you climb up one of the towers, you're not first priority." Bashur then laughed. “I once brought a remote control airplane and flew it around and watched him follow it. Like a cat and a laser pointer.”

"And Ty?”

"I'm not really sure what he likes."

"So he's the only one I should be worried about?"

"Wha? No. You should be worried about them all. Just because they have a favorite object does not mean it'll take their eyes off you. It only works from time to time. And you're new. How many did you run into on the first night?"

"Ty and Sky."

"That's six others whom haven’t seen your face yet and are still very curious." Bashur said. 

Tyler frowned. 

"Anything else?"

Bashur coughed. "They are robots. Water harms them, and they can temporarily short out. But you can't get rid of them. They come back."

"Useful."

"That's all I can really remember at the moment."

Tyler finished writing down a few things. He clicked the pen closed. 

"I have another question, if you don't mind." 

"Yes?"

 "Why is this a thing? Why has nobody told the cops and got the place closed down? Why didn't you? You could sue the place for millions." 

Bashur shuffled again, uncomfortably. "I'm not the kind of person who would pull through with that and recover. Not that I could ever recover from working there in the first place."

"You're getting better though."

"Mr. Aviator told you that, huh?"

Tyler tilted his head. "Y-yeah. He said you were recovering from the attack pretty well. And, I mean, you're speaking well and all that jazz."

Bashur let out a weak laugh. "Don't let the big guy continue to lie to you. I was bitten in the head by a monster with metal teeth and grip that doesn't slip. I'm not recovering. My body is just slowly realizing what's happened and what's going to happen."

Bashur then sighed. "They won't tell me what's going to happen to me, but they haven’t let me out of here. I've gotten migraines everyday, almost every hour, ever since the attack. I'm getting sicker. My body is changing."

"But a normal human being would be in serious pain or dead or brain dead by now." Tyler said.

"I'm not a normal human being then." Bashur looked down at his lap. 

Tyler left bad and looked away. "I'm sorry." 

"I'm happy I could help you, though." Bashur lightened the mood. "I don't want them to hurt you like they hurt me. So learn from my mistakes. Please." 

"Thank you."

"If you have any more questions, please tell me. Call me. Call the hospital and forward a message. Visit. I don't care how." Bashur continued. "When you get home from work tomorrow morning. I want to know how it went." 

Tyler made a note of that on the pad of paper. "I'll be sure to do that."

“And If I remember anything, I'll write it down for you.”

Tyler stood up , placing his things back into his bag. "Thank you for your time, Bashur."

"I never got your name, by the way." Bashur said.

"Tyler." Tyler replied. "And....To answer your question. I don't know."

"Hm?"

"I don't know why I want to go back. I...I just have to."

"Ah. Well. Thank you, Tyler." Bashur nodded his head slowly. "Good luck, my friend."

"I'll need it."

     Tyler left after that. He went back home, made an early dinner for himself, and went back to bed. He didn't call Shelby or Kyle. He didn't tell his father or siblings about his day. He couldn't think about anything else then what the next night would have in store. 

-...-

11:50 PM. 

    Tyler got out of his car, locking it with the push of a button. He hear it beep and he shoved the keys into his bag. With his light blue uniform on, that stupid hat shoved under his arm, he approached Mr. Aviator, who was standing at the front gates. 

 "I can't tell you how much I'm thankful for yo-"

"Shut it." Tyler looked up at his boss. "I don't know why I'm back, but I am. I'm back to watch those reckless robots and keep them in their place. I'm doing this for god knows why."

Mr. Aviator nodded his head and gave Tyler the keys to the front gate.

"Well I'm thankful for your sacrifice, Tyler." Mr. Aviator sighed.

"Better be. Now. See you in six hours." Tyler frowned and turned towards the gates.

"Good luck, my boy! They tend to get a bit more active in the week, so may Notch look after you."

Tyler scoffed. "I'll need more then just that nerd looking after me." 

   The two walked off, Mr. Aviator headed towards his own car to head home. Tyler unlocked the gate and slipped inside the Theme Park. He closed the gate behind him, however not locking it. He walked a few paces forward, then stopped and breathed in and out. He then opened his bag and pulled something out. 

A grocery bag. Sticks of butter and bags of raw fish were visible through it's thin plastic, though it was obvious that more was hidden inside. He had a plan. Let's just hope he isn't too ahead of himself...

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