Five Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Eight: Commitments and Consequences

Five Nights at Team Crafted's 

Chapter eight:

Commitments  and Consequences 

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An unbearable dream made Tyler wake up with only 5 hours of sleep. It was 11 AM, and he sat up on his bed, rubbing his head. The dream wasn't really a nightmare, and he couldn't remember it at all. Getting a drink of water, he changed out of his work clothes and threw them into the washer. He then sat at his computer, turning it on and waiting.

Tyler yawned, blinking a few times. Everything was blurry. Oh right, his glasses. He got up and and walked over to the side table and picked up his glasses,putting them on. Then he noticed something. In the corner, there was the tiny crack. Tyler groaned. How annoying, He'd need to get it fixed. But how did it get there?

“Oh...right.” Tyler sighed as he remembered last night.

He was knocked to the ground sometime last night, and that's probably how his glasses cracked. Tyler sat back down at his desk and thought back on the night before. He remembered it clearer then before. He broke into Aviator's office, found a few things, went to the museum, then found the room in Jason's ride, but it was locked. He remembered running to Mitch's Arcade, but there was something else he was missing.

That golden figure he saw. The golden hallucination he saw of an animatronic version of himself? There was no doubt it was a figment of his imagination. His inner mind was probably in a mess since he just found out murdering animatronic monsters existed only a few days ago. And since dreams can predict the future, some claim, it makes sense for a hallucination to help you out. In a way. So it goes.  

“I need to get that key.” Tyler sighed to himself, turning to log into the computer.

But Aviator said he wasn't going to work tonight. And clearly the only person who could take Tyler's shift was Aviator himself. And now that he thought about it, Tyler didn't work weekends. What happens at nights then? Either the weekends are free of horror or Aviator is keeping secrets. Another person, or is it himself whom works there? He'd be the one whose last the longest then. But Tyler didn't want to jump to conclusions.

“I also need my car.” Tyler sat back in his chair, suddenly remembering his car was still at the park.

Tyler glanced at the clock before getting up. He should probably go get his car. Leaving the computer on, he grabbed his bag and felt the room. He found his keys and put them back in his bag. Walking down the hallway and going to the dining room, he found his mother sitting down eating lunch. Leftovers from last night's dinner.

“Good morning.” She smiled to him. “You look better.”

“Hey, could you drive me over to the Theme park?” Tyler asked.

His mother tilted her head. “Why? Can't you drive there yourself?”

“That's the thing. My car is over there and I need to go get it.”

“But then how did you get home last night?” She asked, concerned.

“I didn't feel good at all so Aviator drove me home.” Tyler replied.

His mother got up and sighed, putting up her lunch. He got her car keys and the two walked towards the door.

“Alright then.” She told him

His mother drove him down to the park, dropping him off beside his own car. He got out, but before leaving her, turned back to tell her something.

“I'm going to go see Kyle again for something.” He said. “I won't be home for a bit. Thank you though!”