WELCOME TO TALLY HALL!

CHAPTER SIX: Something's REALLY off!!

 It was 10 am, in a dark room that seemed to be a basement full of pictures that were showing people that were killed and people that were soon to be targets of murderous crimes on the wall that a man was standing in front of. A man took a picture showing a group of men wearing the same outfits but different colored neckties that were tied around their heads covering their eyes, they were posing around a pinata holding sticks as if they were trying to hit it. "Ugh, I can't believe they're alive. I thought the car crash trick would work!" A mid-deep pitched voice with a Boston accent complained. "But wait, I can't just assume things. I'm gonna need some kind of evidence." He continued. "Didn't someone say something about Five Nights at Freddy's?" He took out his mobile phone and searched for how the animatronics in that game were able to walk around and he was surprised to see the answer. "So, wait. Some magical puppet thing puts their bodies, or their souls or whatever, in a specific animatronic suit?" He then asked. "The only one who knows Tally Hall like that would be...but wait! She wouldn't have any idea how to do that. Also, she was a kid back then, she would have no business in a situation like that. But there's Bora..." The man stopped as he walked to the table and picked up a picture that was a selfie of Bora and someone else at a carnival, the man's finger covering the other person. He walked up the stairs of the basement into the hallway. The brighter environment of the hallway revealed a blonde-haired boy with blue eyes and average height.

"Bora Karaca, the honorary member of Tally Hall. Of course, he would be the one trying to keep them alive, but... he was in the van as well during that time. So, how the heck did he survive the crash so easily? He is human...right?" The blonde man kept talking to himself as he walked into a bedroom with gray walls. The left and right sides were nothing but bookshelves full of all kinds of books from fantasy to historical biographies to notebooks that were full of pages with words of feelings and how he felt during the good times and the bad times. There was a white bed that was neatly made sitting on the wall across from the door, next to it was a nightstand with a lamp on top of it. He walked to it and put the picture down in front of the lamp, revealing the other person in the selfie with Bora to be River, the person who worked the noon shift at the carnival.

He then got into the closet to choose an outfit for the day. He found a gray shirt with the design of the city of Melbourne on it, along with some black cargo shorts. A few minutes later, he was changed into the outfit he chose and he was in the kitchen; Everything in it was white and clean, from the fridge to the cabinets to the oven and the stove. He had a cream cheese bagel in his hand, he took three or four bites of it before putting it back on its plate and taking a cup of black coffee to take a sip of it. He sighed, the theory still reeling in his mind as he stared at the white tiled floor. He sipped again. Figuring out a plan to actually complete this, remembering his father, sick and in the hospital, having a private conversation with him.

"You may not know this but your mother and I, and everyone else in this family, are some of the most wanted criminals in the world, it took me until now to say this because you're at that age now..."

"What? Dad? That's not true, we're not a family full of criminals, right? I mean I know my uncle started an illegal fight match club and all that but you guys...and my sister?"

"Yeah, we had a lot of blood and gold in our hands. Ya mom and I was like Bonnie and Clyde except we never got shot by any cops! HAH, TAKE THAT YOU LOVESICK IDIOTS! I mean don't get it twisted, we loved each other but we thought first before going in. But that's not the point, son, now it's your turn to get your hands dirty. I believe in you, son. I real- I really.... Do...."

"DAD!"

The blonde man chugged down the rest of the black coffee and took a deep breath. He took the plate and walked to the trash can and threw the bagel away, then walked back to the table to grab the cup and put it in the sink. "Well, y'know what they say... If at first, you don't succeed," he said solemnly as he walked out of the kitchen into the living room, grabbing his work uniform as he passed the coat rack and opened the front door. He changed from his normal voice to a nice Aussie accent. "You get back up and try again!"