Five Nights at Team Crafted's 

Chapter Nine:

The Fifth Night

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"This is where I work."

   Tyler walked into the office, siting in the chair and pulling the cameras to the side. Shelby and Kyle looked around, and Aviator stood at the doorway. It was such a small space for all of them. Tyler checked over the cameras and Aviator, watching, was impressed as the speed Tyler was able to do it. 

"The power is good. All the animatronics have moved though." Tyler said, shutting off the cameras and the fan in the corner. "I think, if they continue on their paths, Husky might be a problem. But everyone else is headed opposite from Jason's room."

"Can't be certain though." Aviator sighed, glancing down the hallway. 

"I'd think I'd know that." Tyler agreed. 

"So, they move. How fast?" Kyle asked, he and Shelby turning to look at Tyler. 

"Some faster then others, but there are moments when you'll turn and they'll be gone from the spot you just saw them in." Tyler answered. 

   The group then left the office. Tyler lead them to Jason's ride, Aviator staying in the back of the group. He glanced out nervously, as well as Tyler, but Shelby and Kyle were more focused on Tyler's safety then their surroundings, not saying they didn't acknowledged what was around them. 

 They got to the ride, so far not running into any of the animatronics. But that didn't give anyone a good feeling. Stepping inside, it felt colder then before, and Aviator looked around for the vents.

“The air is on.” He said.

“It wasn't on last night.” Tyler said. “Where is the switch for that?”

Aviator shook his head. “It's in a power room in here. It's not taking much power though. Don't mind it.”

Continuing the walk the empty rooms and halls, Tyler lead them all to a narrow, long hallway. Just down the hallway was the door. Tyler stopped at the door to look back at the three. Shelby and Kyle were being offly quiet, and seemed to be cold. Aviator was behind them, glancing back every now and then, like before. Tyler let out a small sigh and took out the key, finding the key hole and placing it it. Turning the key, there was a click that echoed down the hall.

Tyler opened the door, it being heavy and hard to push. It probably had not been opened for years. After it got half way open, it became easier to push and Tyler let the door hit the wall, out of the way. Inside, the four stared in horror. Shelby and Kyle shivered back, Shelby behind Tyler.

The room was small, square in shape. On the walls were articles and papers and documents pinned or taped to the wall. The floor was messy with dust and dirt. In the middle of the room was an old wooden chair, and a human skeleton sitting on it, leaning to the side. There were spider webs, but no sign of any spiders. Coughing, Tyler came to the conclusion that they probably all left to escape suffocation.

“It stinks in here.” Kyle coughed.

“I think that person died in here.” Tyler said, his hand held to his mouth.

“Whoever they are, they've been in here for years.” Aviator hesitated, but then walked over to the skeleton. “Died of suffocation, dehydration, hunger. I don't know. But something ate away it's flesh. These bones are clean.”

“I...I want to say bugs lived in here for some period of time, but left for their own safety.” Shelby said, her voice more like a whisper.

They walked around the small space, scanning the articles on the walls. Some were hard to read, even with the flash lights shown at them. Tyler stopped top find a news article with a picture of the Team Crafted Co. on it. He stood there, looking up and reading it.

“October 31st. The year isn't shown on here.” Tyler said aloud. “A group of Team Crafted workers are attacked and killed during their night hours at the company's office building. The murderer in question is suspected to be the mentally insane brother of a girl who went missing a few weeks back.”

Aviator walked over to see what Tyler was reading off of.

“Oh yeah. I remember when that happened.” Aviator dipped his head. “I came in the next day to visit my boss. Half the building was under lock down. Nobody could get in, so half the people could't work that day. Nobody told be what happened. I had to wait for the paper to come out to get any sort of clue.”

“There are lots of articles here about murders and deaths and failures.” Shelby pointed out, walking around slowly, reading the headlines of the papers.

“This is so fucking creepy oh my god.” Kyle shivered.

“What the hell happened here anyway?” Tyler asked, turning around to look at the skeleton.

“I think someone locked themselves inside. Honestly, probably in guilt.” Aviator sighed. “Suicide, but a more painful route.”

“Is it just me, or does it seem these articles are in a time line?” Kyle asked, still looking at the papers.

Tyler and Aviator turned back to take another look. They were, in fact, in order according to date. The more recent one was dated early 2000s. It was currently 2014. Aviator wanted to believe this skeleton has been laying here for eight or nine years. Tyler sneezed into his arm, then turned to Aviator.

“So who knew about this? I mean, you were told not to let anybody inside. You claimed before that you didn't even know what was inside.” He asked.

Aviator paused. “It was an order given to me through email by the company. I can't remember who sent me the email exactly. But you're right. Someone already knew about this.”

“What about a janitor? Wouldn't they have cleaned around and found this?” Shelby asked.

Aviator shook his head. “There is only one key to that room. A janitor wouldn't be able to let himself in.”

“Why did you put the key up for grabs in Mitch's Arcade?” Tyler asked.

“I didn't realize that was the key. I know it sounded stupid, but it's true. It only clicked when you pulled it out last night. That key was left here in the prize closet, so it was placed with the prizes.” Aviator sighed.

“How did you know that was the key?” Aviator then asked Tyler.

Tyler shook his head. “A hallucination. One I trusted and it worked out.”

“UMM GUYS?” Kyle's voice raised and the three turned to see him standing at the doorway, looking out, down the hallway. “S-seto's coming.”

Tyler's eyes widen and he pushed past Kyle, stepping out into the hallway. Shelby and Aviator walked out too, standing behind Tyler. Seto was down the hallway, blocking the door they came in from. Seto was trapping them. Shelby let out a frightened squeak and Tyler's heart beat faster. Even Aviator wasn't sure what to do.

“This is a dead end, Tyler!” Kyle said. “We can't run anywhere.”

“Can they get into the room when the door is closed? We could camp out.” Shelby tried to suggest something.

“With no sense of time inside of there, it wouldn't be a fun idea.” Aviator said. “T-Tyler? You got anything?”

Tyler gulped, keeping eye contract with Seto. Seto wasn't moving, but that didn't mean that he couldn't at any second. Tyler then reached his arm back slowly.

“Somebody sacrifice their flash light.” Tyler demanded. “Hurry!”

Shelby, who had her's on hand, handed it to Tyler. Tyler took the flashlight, and without looking down, reached into his bag and took out some duck tape, something he took from the office. He held down the on button and wrapped the tape around it so the button couldn't turn off. Then, with hesitation, Tyler threw the flash light, it going over Seto, and hitting the floor on the other side, a loud echo being made. The light was far beyond the door.

“Come on, Come on. Follow the light.” Tyler begged quietly.

Suddenly, Seto turned around, attracted to the light. Seto walked back down the hallway, past the door, and to the flash light. Tyler smiled, and before anybody could let out a sigh of relief, he grabbed the group's attention and they made their way out of the hallway, through the door that was previously blocked.

Walking out of the ride, back into the fresh night air, Tyler stopped walking to look around. He turned to Aviator with yet another question.

“Is that the only secret room this park has?” Tyler asked, trying to remember what the map he had looked like without taking it out.

Aviator shook his head. “I wouldn't call the others secret rooms since I know what's in them, but yeah, there are. There is one in all the parks, but I visited them a last week because they're meant to be storage rooms.”

Tyler made his mind. He wanted to investigate them. If they were secret to him, it would mean something was hiding from him. Storage rooms or not. The closest park besides Jason's was Jerome's.

“Lead us to Jerome's then.” Tyler said.

Aviator lead the way through Jerome's part of the park. It was a place filled with tall trees, resembling a nature walk. They came to the playground area, an open area with trees up above and tables to sit at. Tyler, Shelby, and Kyle all remembered times when they were little, running around the place with other kids they had only just met. Aviator, however, had no such good memory from the place.

They found themselves going behind a few trees, past a small gate that said employee's only. A path lead to a huge tree with a room built into it's side like a tree house. The only way to get up there was to use the wooden latter.

“Up there is some power controls for the playground. A few boxes, maybe.” Aviator said.

They climbed up, one by one, to get into the room. It was a bit bigger then the room in Jason's mountain, but it was still small for the four of them. Sure, there were power boxes and a few brown boxes in the corner, but there was something else that Aviator had not remembered seeing at all.

One the walls were words written in some sort of odd substance. They weren't sure if it was paint or chalk, but there it was. The words were things like “Help us!”, “Save us!” ,“Go away!” ,“You

'll die!”, “You'll live!”, “Never leave!”, and “Play with us!”. Tyler flinched as he remembered the voices he'd heard before. These were things that he was sure they would say if they had not already. Aviator's first thought was that this was the employees messing around, but then he was quickly proven wrong by Shelby.

“Tyler!” Shelby got his attention with a gasp, and he turned to see her pointing at a certain group of words in the lower corner of one of the walls.

It was Tyler's full name in red chalk. His first name, middle name, and last name. Tyler's heart skipped a beat.

“W-What?” He asked to nobody in particular.

“Look at this, Tyler.”

Aviator pointed to another name in red chalk. Tyler read it and felt his own breath escape. Bashur Green.

“Who is Bashur Green?” Kyle asked.

“Bashur Green was the man who had Tyler's job before Tyler. He worked for three whole months until his head was bitten into by Jerome, and he died a day or two ago.” Aviator told Kyle and Shelby.

“Who wrote this?” Shelby asked.

“It wasn't here last week. And it had to be somebody who knows Tyler and Bashur.” Aviator sighed.

“That marks out all the other employees. And since they go up here daily, I’m going to assume this was written a few hours ago.” Tyler said.

“Ghosts?” Kyle asked.

Nobody answered. Tyler was the first to climb back down, and Aviator was the last. He stayed an extra few seconds to take another look at the words, and the the names left behind. His eyes widen to find another name in another small spot. And another. All the names in red were the names of employees whom have died. All except for Tyler. Aviator shook his head. He was paranoid. He climbed back down to catch up with the other three.

The group left Jerome's playground, walking the short distances to Ian's tents. The tents were stripped with reds and blues and had light bulbs at the ends of them, however all turned off. Before they entered the fenced area with tents, They stopped.

“So where is the room in this place?” Tyler asked. He wasn't sure where it could be since all there was were tents and booths.

“There is a basement underground filled with arts and craft supplies that the artists and employees who come here use. You get to it through a latch in the ground behind the big tent.” Aviator said.

Aviator's eyes shifted from the three younger ones and to something in the distance. He then tensed up, his breath being caught in his throat. The three noticed his expression and turned to see what it was, but Shelby and Kyle were pulled to the side by Aviator, since they were the closest to him and it was his adult instincts. Tyler's eyes widen to the sound of metal against the ground. It was Jerome, and he was running towards them.

“TYLER!” Shelby and Kyle screamed.

Tyler pulled out the stun gun, his hand shaking with a tight grip. With only a few seconds to prepare, hardly any to get out of the way, he faced Jerome. His feet wouldn't move out of fright, and so he was left with one choice. When Jerome reached out for the kill, Tyler ducked to the side, and jabbed Jerome in the side with the Stun gun, flicking it on, and a blue light being shot into the metal body.

ZzzzzZZAAAP!

There was a crash, and Jerome fell to the ground, unresponsive. Tyler, caught in the moment, tripped on his own feet and fell to the ground too. Shelby and Kyle ran over to help him, and Aviator walked over to Jerome.

“That was impressive.” Aviator commented when Tyler got back up, brushing off his own clothes.

“You're arm is bleeding.” Shelby pointed out to Tyler.

Tyler looked at his arm. It wasn't much, and was only bleeding due to scraping it on the ground. He rubbed his arm on his clothes and sighed.

“Bashur told me you could short them out. He's saved my life because of that.” Tyler said. “More than once.”

“Guys look.” Kyle suddenly said, pointing to the entrance of the big tent in Ian's park. Sky was standing there, looking at them. He had witnessed Jerome's fall. Tyler wasn't sure how Sky was taking that, and so decided it would be best to leave quickly.

“We're going to come back later.” Tyler said, starting to walk the other direction. “How about we go check out Seto's place?”

The group walked across the park to Seto's building. Sky didn't follow them, but there was still a horrible feeling on Tyler's shoulders of being watched. Walking in through the glass doors, they looked around, Shelby having to stay near Tyler since her flashlight had been sacrificed for the greater good. The walls of the place were purple, and there was a desk and a line to the ride.

“The room here is underground, following the ride. We have to walk down there, along the side walk of the ride. It's by the pot hole.” Aviator said.

“Lead the way then.” Tyler said.

Tyler followed Aviator, Shelby and Kyle following him. It was darker and more stuffy down underground, and the ride slowly leaned downward, so it felt like they were walking down a hill. The tracks from the ride look rusted and Tyler wondered what sort of horrific noise it made when the ride was actually on. Having to turn a few corners, they finally made it to the end of the ride, there the ride turns around, and goes back up. There was a door to the side, and on the other side of the track, there was a latter up to a pot hole. Outside there was the outside of the park.

“Here we are.” Aviator said, standing by the door.

Tyler opened the door, it being thin and light to push open. They walked inside to see metal parts laying around, with tools and bolts and screws. Small boxes with hammers and screwdrivers and wire cutters sat in the corner, and a bigger box with metal parts sat in the opposite corner. On the wall, opposite of the door, were more words. Well, one word written in red chalk or paint.

FORGIVE.

“Forgive?” Kyle repeated the word.

“Forgive what?” Aviator asked. “Who is writing these?”

Shelby gulped. She wanted to leave, but she wasn't the only one.

“I don't like this.” Tyler shook his head, turning back around. “Let's go back to Ian's and see if Sky is still there.”

Shelby left the room first, agreeing with that idea, but when she screamed, Tyler, Kyle, and Aviator rushed out. Standing to the side, on the tracks, were Sky, Ty, and Seto.

“RUN!”

Tyler pushed the three to run, Shelby and Kyle forced into the lead. Aviator was behind them, and Tyler behind Aviator. Their shoes hitting the metal side walk made light echos, stopping once they made it back to the front desk room. Not even stopping there, the group ran outside. But they stopped.

Lights. On. Everywhere. The lights of Seto's building, the Lights of Jason's ride, the lights of Mitch's arcade. They were all on, and you could hear music in the distance. But that wasn't in. In front of them, blocking them from leaving Seto's building, was Jerome, Ian, Mitch, Husky, and Jason. They stood still, their eyes rested on the three.

“T-tyler, w-what do we-” Shelby stepped back to grab Tyler's hand, but he wasn't there.

“TYLER!” She screeched, turning around to see Tyler was gone.

“Run back inside!” Aviator frowned, pushing Kyle and Shelby onward.

Once inside, Aviator started to pull one of the book shelves that against the wall to sit in front of the door. Kyle helped, so that they could block the animatronics out. Shelby was shaking, wanting to help, but not having the strength to do so. Once the two guys finished blocking off the door, they turned to run back down the ride, Kyle having to grab Shelby's hand to get to her to keep up with them.

“TYLER!” Aviator yelled, his voice echoing.

“T-TYLER!” Kyle yelled out as well.

Halfway down the place, the three almost tripped on something on the ground. It was Tyler's bag, as well as his stun gun, which looked like it was stomped on. Shelby tried to keep in her tears, and Kyle tried not to fall apart as well, but when they ran onward, and came upon blood that was splattered on the floor and the wall to the side, they had all the right to break down like children. Shelby did, and Kyle blinked away his tears to keep pulling her forward. The blood was dark and wet, fresh and with a strong smell.

Reaching the end of the ride, they didn't see any Sky, Ty, or Seto, but the door to the room was wide open. Running inside, one of them let out a scream that could wake the dead, it echoing back up the ride.

There was Tyler, sitting against the wall. He was bleeding from many many areas, a pool growing around him. He also had metal parts screwed into and bolted into his body. His whole left arm was gone, and instead, replaced with a robotic arm, that was a bit longer then his own. The right side of his face was covered in metal, and his right eye was replaced with a robotic one. His glass were broken in half, still on his face. There was a piece of metal screwed to his left check, overlapping his mouth, holding it closed.

Large sheets of metal were also bolted to his lower chest and stomach, a large contribute to the blood flowing down his side. Lastly, a small sheet had been bolted into the side of his neck. It looked like he was half robot. The blood smell made them gag.

Shelby and Kyle couldn't take it, looking away, Shelby breaking down into crying, and Kyle as well. Aviator slowly approached the bloody kid, touching his arm. It was cold. He then felt for a pulse. There was nothing. Tyler was dead.

“Get out.”

Aviator turned to Shelby and Kyle, pushing them out of the room.

“Come on, let's go!” Aviator raised his voice.

When they got out of the room, They stopped to see all of the animatronics waiting for them. Sky, Ty, Seto, Ian, Mitch, Jerome, Husky, and Jason. Dammed if Aviator remembered anything. He had learned before that a blocked door couldn't hold anything back. But there was a clear path to the other side of the tracks, to the pot hole.

“B-But Tyler!”

Aviator frowned, turning to the two.

“Listen here. He's dead! And we'll be dead in a few seconds if we don't do anything.” He hissed. “Run across the tracks to the pot hole. I'm going back in the room to get a bolt extractor to unbolt the pot hole. GO!”

Aviator turned back around and ran into the room, shifting through the tool box to finally find an electric bolt extractor. He turned back and sprinted out, jumping down on the tracks to meet up with Shelby and Kyle. Helping them back up onto the other side, they got to the latter. Aviator climbed up it, unbolting the pot hole. Shelby and Kyle glanced back at the animatronics, whom were staring at them.

“Why didn't we go out this way before!?” Kyle asked.

“Tyler would have lived!” Shelby yelled.

“We didn't have the time!”

Aviator finished, dropping the bolts the ground. This made a loud sound, something that attracted Ty. Ty made the first move, having slowly going over to them. Aviator jumped down and pushed Shelby and Kyle up the latter.

“HURRY!” Aviator yelled and the two obeyed.

Reaching the top, the two climbed out into the fresh air, grass and trees around them. A fence was a few feet away. They were outside the park. Aviator, whom had trouble climbing the later, joined them, and shoved the pot hole cover back into it's place. He turned to see Shelby and Kyle a crying mess on the ground. The lights of the park reflected off their tears.

And after a few moments, the power died. Aviator turned to the two.

Go home, he told them. Go home and speak not of this, he said. If you do, he informed, Team Crafted will have words for you.

Aviator left.

The Fifth Night had ended at 2:45 AM.

It was Game Over.

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“I told you.”

“Poor soul.”

“He failed.”

“He messed up.”

“He was no good.”

“What mistakes they made.”

“Stop!”

A silence between the eight voices.

“What is it?”

“I'm not finished here.”

“Cut your magic crap.”

“The day we give up on freedom is the day we no longer can call ourselves a team!”

“That day has already come and gone.”

“The day we give into our fate is the day we give up on our dreams.”

“WE'RE DEAD, SETO!”

“No, we are not.”

“So what do you have in store?”

There was a pause.

“A second chance.”

“A second chance?”

“A sixth night.”

“All this work for all of us?”

“We are a team.”

“A team who wants to be saved from our cruel demise.”

“A team!”

“We are Team Crafted.”

“Team Crafted!”

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