Five Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Six: Curiosity Killed the Cat

Five Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Six:

Curiosity Killed the Cat

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     Tyler got home by 6:20 AM and was off to his room in a matter of seconds. His father was up, watching TV, but that was it. Tyler had also remembered his bruise from the night before, which was almost gone, yet still a bit purple. Nobody noticed it, but then again it was dark in the house, except for the TV. Tyler got into his room, and placing his bag on the chair, he jumped onto the bed.

    Tyler was about to fall asleep, but then he heard a buzz coming from his bag. It was his phone. The screen had light up and you could see it from the thin fabric the bag was made out of. Tyler sighed and got up, walking over and fishing out the phone. It was a call from Bashur. 

"Hello?" Tyler had answered the call faster then the animatronic running from last night. 

"Ah! T-Tyler!" Bashur's voice was hoarse, but he sounded happy. 

"Yes?" Tyler asked. 

"You're home now right? Not driving home from work, right?" Bashur asked with a small laugh. 

"I was about to go to sleep. Yeah, I'm at home." Tyler answered. 

"Good. Congrats on living another night. I'm confused on why anybody would go back." Bashur coughed. "But anyway, I didn't call to make sure, I have something to tell you." 

Tyler sat down on the side of the bed. "Did you remember something?" 

"Well." Bashur coughed again. "I remembered something about the animatronics that would have been useful before. It's probably too late, but it's better late then never."

"Go on..."

"All of the Animatronics can run. Run faster then anything you've ever seen before." Bashur coughed out. 

"Huh?" Tyler made a face. "I-i did see one run earlier. I closed the door on it."

"But, no, Tyler, listen to me." Bashur said with a pause. "They can all run, but only two of them ever do it."

"Which ones?" 

"That's the problem. It's something i forgot. I can only remember that two of them actually use that ability." Bashur coughed again. "My best guess is Jerome is one of them, but i don't feel like i can't trust everything I say at the moment."

"Is that how-" Tyler stopped himself. It was not a question to ask someone. 

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Tyler shook his head. "It's not for me to know." 

"Oh, okay." Bashur sighed. 

"Thank you, Bashur." Tyler went on. "Every little thing counts."

"Glad to be of service!" Bashur gave a weak laugh. "Stay safe there, kid!"

"Good bye  for now, Mr. Green~" Tyler said.

"Farewell!" Bashur continued to laugh, even after he hung up. 

    Tyler placed the phone on his side table and laid back down on the bed. He yawned again. He was happy that Bashur called back, but he sounded worse. Tyler shook the thought away. For now, he was to forget everything. He was tired, and so he turned in his bed and pulled the covers up.  It had been a long night. 

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     Tyler groaned, rolling around in his bed sheets. An irking noise bothered his ears, and his eyes slowly opened to find his room lightly brightened to the daylight coming through the blinds and a light from his phone. He turned over to feel a pain on his nose, only to realize he had left his glasses on.