"I still don't understand what the guy's trying to say about things becoming 'real'?" Tim argued in frustration to conjure up facts about it. "We've gone through enough haven't we?"

"Yeah." Ashton responded simply in one word. "I doubt though that it'll turn into a big screw-up. We've gotten through half the week already."

"I know. But I just can't help but wonder if this job was even remotely something we would've chosen in the first place. And for what? Just to earn some money? Some green-backs? It just doesn't add up."

"What doesn't add up?"

"Everything. From the live animatronics to the guy on the phone that pops up every night. It just..." Tim raised both his hands in the air in frustration, like a volleyball player about to set the ball to the other teammate. "...GAH! Boggles my mind!"

"Woah! Tim calm down!" Ashton looked surprised. He'd never seen his friend so frustrated in anything before.

"Calm down? Calm down?! Ashton, don't you see?! We're trapped inside a hell-hole with no escape what-so-ever!" Tim began to feel claustrophobic, scared with a hint of paranoia in his tone of voice.

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Time had passed by and it was almost 4 am, Tim still ranting on about how this place felt so scary. Ashton had gotten used to it after a while and was slumped down in the security chair, watching Tim pace around the floor like a maniac.

'Please calm down' didn't seem as if it were working anymore, so Ashton just sat there with his fist on his cheek and his arm on the chair, waiting for Tim to calm down.