Five Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Four: Dreaming

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.