No Nights at Team Crafted's

Prologue:

Why

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To say the story had truly ended after he saved the animatronics on the 6th night is to say The story had truly ended once Cinderella got home from the ball after losing her shoe. Though it seemed like mission accomplished, not all questions received answers, and the greater evil was never eliminated. Whom is the greater evil you ask? Tis was not the animatronics or the spirits or Aviator. Tis was the company that hide all of the horrors, causing lives to wither away in either death or emotional scaring.

Tyler not only had questions he never found the answer too, but he also held answers that nobody had retrieved yet. In fact, the story had only begun. 'tis the time to turn the page, because the week may end, but it only leads on to another week. And another. And another.

The year is 2014, and Tyler's been working at his job at the Team Crafted's Theme Park for two weeks. One week, he risked his life and saved the spirits of Team Crafted, not forgetting having to go through a sixth night. The second week, he made a new friend, Mike Schmidt, and the two played around the park with the now peaceful animatronics. The two spent their job derping around with the robots, checking the power only every once in a while. All was at peace. In their heads, at least. A deeper evil was still lurking around, having not even been noticed by our heroes yet.

“If I remember correctly...”

Tyler turned to see Clara, the woman with blue hair that he has last met at the Hospital. His arms were in front of him, covering his formal clothes. It was the weekend after his second week at Team Crafted's, and it was also Bashur's Funeral. Tyler had been standing awkwardly still, never sure of what to do or say in these kinds of situations.

“Your name is Tyler, right?” Clara asked him and Tyler nodded his head.

Clara hesitated to say something, but went on after it was clear to Tyler that she didn't really want to make eye contact with him. Understandable.

“I...well, the hospital found these papers under his hospital bed. They are addressed to you. I mean, you're the only Tyler that Bashur knew, I’m pretty sure.” Clara said, and Tyler noticed she had a few folded up papers I her hand.

Clara held them out to him. “None of it makes any sense to me. They're for you, after all. Take them.”

Tyler was surprised and he took the papers. He scanned through them. They were folded and some of the pencil smudged. There were three sheets all together. Tyler looked back up at Clara, who still had the same sorrowful face she's had all since he got there.

“Bashur didn't know you for every long,but I know he's happy to have met you. Thank you for talking to him.” Clara said. She was only trying to lighten the mood.

“T-Thanks.” Tyler said in reply, later mentally bashing himself for sounding stupid.

Clara was pulled away by some other people, and Tyler noticed Aviator standing across the room. All the family and friends were meeting with each other, but Tyler and Aviator were the only two who seemed out of place. Tyler walked over to Aviator, who turned to notice him. Aviator's Glasses reflected the sun's light, and Tyler's glasses, having been finally fixed a few days ago, didn't really do anything to save Tyler's poor eyes. He flinched, stepping out of the reflection's rays.

“What's that?” Aviator asked, motioning down to the papers.

“I haven’t read it yet. Clara said Bashur wrote these. They're addressed to me, at least she's pretty sure.” Tyler answered.

“Well, they could be useful, they could be old information.” Aviator sighed. “What do you think it is?”

“I'd prefer to not think about it now.” Tyler said, placing the papers In his pocket.

The two didn't stay for very much longer. They told goodbye to Clara and were on their way. Tyler got home, quickly changing his clothes and then lounging on the couch of the living room, flipping through Netflix and what not. The papers had slipped his mind after that, now located on the desk in his room. The day quickly went on, Tyler having no motivation to really do anything. When it became 5 PM, his siblings were running around, playing with neighborhood friends, and his parents walked in from talking in the kitchen.

“Tyler!” His mother called for him and then his siblings.

Tyler turned off the TV, getting up and making his way over to them. His siblings stopped after a few seconds and followed.

“I just got off the phone, and me and your dad have been talking about it. Things aren’t doing very good for your poor aunt Janet recently, and so she's going to fly down to stay for a few nights with us.” Their mother said.

The siblings had on the widest grin. Aunt Janet almost never came over to visit, but when she did, all they had of her were good memories. Meanwhile, Tyler had let out the loudest groan he could. Aunt Janet was the devil to him.

“Tyler.” His father sighed. They both knew how much Tyler didn't like Aunt Janet.

“I guess I could migrate over to Kyle or Shelby's houses for a few nights or whatever. I'm sure they'll feed me.” Tyler replied. Honestly, he could probably even stay with Mike, but Mike's told him before that all he has is a small ass apartment.

“How long is she going to stay this time, Momma?” His siblings asked.

His mother looked from them to Tyler with eyes that said everything. “We...aren’t honestly sure how long.”

“Can't she stay with someone else? I mean, she's going to interfere with my job and all that. I know that!” Tyler tried to find excuses.

“Whatever she does, i'm sure she'll be snoring on the couch by the time you leave for work.” His mother said.

“Just play a few of your games with her and she'll be entertained.” His father said.

“Just play a few of ya games with me and i'll leave ya alone, key sweetheart?” Tyler mocked, his voice switching to a perfect copy of Janet's.

His siblings laughed, and with nothing more to say, Tyler walked off. Tyler walked off to his room, closing the door behind him. He sighed, his stomach growling. It was almost dinner time anyway. He sat at his desk, about to log onto the computer, when he remembered the papers from Bashur. Tyler grabbed them and opened them with a bit of hesitation. He read the first line, taken by surprised. He reread it again out loud.

“Hello.” There was smudge showing that he may have rewritten the word more than once. “Um, well, if you're reading this, then chances are you've made a very poor career choice.”

Tyler went on to find out that these were notes that Bashur wrote, not to Tyler specifically, but to anybody whom would take up the job ever. These were written when Bashur could remember. These were written before He was attacked.

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