No Nights at Team Crafted's

Chapter Seven:

Clara

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Once 24 hours had passed, the police kept their promise, and though they didn't want anything to do with the park, it was bound to happen with their history. So They opened investigation, shutting down the park in search of clues. While they worked, others were put to the task of questioning. The police collected stories from people like Mike, Aviator, and Janet. All seemed clear of any suspicion, but of course with a case like this, their words were written down for going back over.

Tyler's family was a wreck. His siblings were continued to be feed lies, like he spent the night at a friend's house. His parents were doing all they could, but still nothing came up. Skipping work to ask around, calling friends and family. There was a hole in their stomachs, one that forbid them to eat, drink, and sleep.

It was the same day, and Mike and Aviator stood by the entrance of the parking lot of Team Crafted's Theme Park, watching the police as they walked around, putting caution tape up. Aviator had on a jacket, for the wind was active today, but Mike had made the mistake of not wearing on, so he shivered with his hands in his pockets.

“How long have you worked here?” Mike asked out of the blue, their last conversation having dropped a few long, painful minutes ago.

Aviator hesitated, kicking a pebble that was by his foot into the parking lot.

“I've looked after this park for years.” Aviator answered.

“Well...How did you get the job?” Mike continued.

Aviator tried remembered. Sometimes he'd forget, but that was normally when he was questioning himself.

“I was friends with Mr.Hwnt. He found out I was looking for a job and he set me up with one.” Aviator replied. “But keep in mind I first worked in this park as a security guard. I had that job for a week and then Hwnt asked if I wanted to boss the park. He said he had other things to boss and the park was taking too much of his time.”

“Really?” Mike looked over to his boss.

Aviator let a breath of air escape, it visible in the cold. “Yeah. It was good pay and it was something my family could finally be proud of! Ha.”

“How was your week as a security guard?” Mike asked, shivering.

Aviator looked back at Mike, finding it odd that he would ask all these questions. But Aviator decided to answer them. There was no reason not to.

“I don't remember it that well.” He said. “The animatronics weren’t as violent as they were a few weeks ago. They had more of a pattern too. At the same time every night, Ty would show up. He was always the first to move. Sky would be in the kitchen and on the last few nights, Jerome and Ian would run around. They're very loud.”

“Reminds me of Freddy's.” Mike cleared his throat. “They didn't have a timed pattern, but it sure as hell seemed like it.”

“Over the years, i've found that I started to worry more about the park.” Aviator coughed. “Now look at it.”

Mike looked back at the park, it at it's all time low. He looked back at Aviator to see a sorrowful look on his face.

“This park was all I had. Hwnt basically abandoned it as well as me. Forced to find employees to, basically, feed to the park. I'd completely understand anybody who'd point at me and call me a murderer.” Aviator looked down. “Tyler fixed the animatronics, but now they're all gone.”

Mike paused, kicking at the ground a bit.

“How was Tyler's first week at the park?”

Aviator coughed again. “His was different from others. He kept returning without a motive. He'd yell at me once or twice, but he kept a lot to himself.”

But then Aviator's slight smiled of remembrance turned into a frown yet again. “But one morning I got there and he was passed out on the ground, bleeding. He had been attacked.”

“And he wasn't dead?” Mike asked the obvious.

“You know, Sky was the type that wouldn't really do much unless he had a motive. I was to suspect he kept the others away from Tyler.” Aviator shook his head. “Seto's is sorta like that too. I'm not sure.”

“What..What else happened? If you don't mind me asking?”

Aviator had to think for a moment. “Now that I think about it, the park must have done something to him. He confessed about risking his life every night to his friends, whom didn't take that very well. His girlfriend suggested she go with him the next night, which was Friday night. In the end, I ended up going too.”

“Mental breakdown?” Mike asked.

“I think it was more of an emotional breakdown. Though working a week with monsters would give anybody mental problems.” Aviator then continued. “When he got there, he completely changed his plans. He set up wires and was running around like a mad man. He did something and sudden;y the animatronics wouldn't hurt a fly. In fact, He ran up to one just to see if i'd kill him or not.”

“What was your plan before hand?” Mike asked.

“There's a room in Jason's ride, one that Tyler found the key too and wanted to check it out. He assumed answers would be there, but I guess he did some major thinking on the ride there.”

“How do you go from looking for answers to suddenly knowing how to change the fate of the park?” Mike asked, frowning. “Have you ever asked Tyler about that?”

Aviator shrugged. “Every time I do, he never tells.”

The two stood in silence again, until another thought came into Mike's mind.

“So did you ever look inside the room? In Jason's ride? Or did you already know?” Mike asked.

Aviator didn't answer. Mike took this as odd. Now he wanted to know what was in there. But Aviator mentioned something around the lines of Tyler having the key.

“Aviator?”

Aviator turned to Mike. “Yes?”

“Don't you think that, for having these evil animatronics for years, if they really were a problem, TC co would have found a way to either fix them or replace them?” Mike asked.

“...”

“Tyler so called fixed them. Maybe they weren’t in need of fixing.”

Aviator looked back at the ground.

“I don't know...”

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Clara stood in front of a building, one that looked like an old warehouse with an office in the front. The walls were white and it looked run down, fitting in with the rest of the town. It didn't look like the place she wanted to be, but this was the address for it when she looked it up. There wasn't even a sign for it. It was kinda sketchy.

But either way, the situation at hand was important to her, and so she walked inside, a small bell ringing as she stepped through the door. Inside, it looked like a small waiting room. There were a few chairs, white flooring and walls. There was a front desk and a hallway off to the side. The room was rather plain and boring. The woman at the desk looked up, seeming a bit surprised to see anybody at all. Clara walked up to the desk.

“M-may I help you?” The woman asked.

“Yes. Um. Is this Team Crafted?”

The woman cleared her throat. “Yes ma'am. Team Crafted Co. How can I help you?”

“My boyfriend recently passed away while working for you guys.”

The woman's face saddened.

“There are a few questions I had that the hospital couldn't answer.” Clara said.

The woman paused. “U-Um. Well. I'm not sure I can help you with that, Ma'am.”

“What do you mean you can't help?” Clara asked, keeping calm. She didn't want to be here as much as it seemed the woman didn't either.

“The only person who can talk to you is very busy at the moment.” The woman looked down at her desk covered in papers.

“Would I be able to speak to you?” Clara asked.

The woman shook her head. “I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to answer anything. I'm sorry.”

If Clara couldn't get answers from Bashur's employers, then what was she going to do? His life was so important to her, and to have it taken away without answers would be a crime. Her chest felt heavy and she cleared her throat.

“Would I be able to make an appointment with someone who could talk to me?” Clara asked, running out of options faster then she had hoped.

The woman looked down at her papers, and then slowly shook her head.

“He's very busy at the moment. I'm really sorry. I can make a note of it, but otherwise, I can't help you.”

Clara frowned, turning to the stack of sticky notes on her side of the front desk and taking one, writing down her info on the paper with a pen from a cup on the desk, and then handing it to the woman. The woman took it and placed it down on top of the papers on her desk.

“I'm sorry, again, for the inconvenience.” The woman sighed.

Clara began to turn away. “Don't worry about it.”

Clara began to walk out of the room, but slowed down her pace when she heard talking. She stopped before she walked out of the front doors, turning to see the woman talking with a man in a green striped shirt. She could just overhear them.

“The Experiment!” The man was huffing, as he had been running. “The Experiment failed!”

“W-What? Mr. Hwnt, I don't und-”

“Give me the paperwork, Alesa!”

The woman struggled to shuffle around, ending up turning to her computer and having to print papers out. Clara watched as she did so, her eyes widening to the sight of the paper work on the computer. She couldn't read any of it from her distance, but she could see a picture of a boy. A boy she'd met not long ago. The picture of a boy she knew was missing.

Without staying any longer, feeling as though she were in danger, she left, almost sprinting to her car when the ring of the door bell scared her. She got to her car and drove away. Back in the office, The woman gave hwnt the paper work, seeing him staring at the door.

“Who was that?”

“A woman asking about Bashur Green.”

Hwnt frowned. He shook his head and took the papers. He began to turn away. “Alesa! I need you to dismiss anybody who walks in here asking things! If it's the cops, you call for me!”

“Yes sir!” Alesa replied.

Hwnt grumbled, looking down at the paperwork in his hands.

“Really shouldn't have skipped my coffee this morning.”

The woman turned back to her paper work. She took the sticky note and placed it next to the computer, then straightening the desk up. God, how she hated this job.

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