No Nights at Team Crafted's (sequel to FnaTC)

Prologue: Why

No Nights at Team Crafted's

Prologue:

Why

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To say the story had truly ended after he saved the animatronics on the 6th night is to say The story had truly ended once Cinderella got home from the ball after losing her shoe. Though it seemed like mission accomplished, not all questions received answers, and the greater evil was never eliminated. Whom is the greater evil you ask? Tis was not the animatronics or the spirits or Aviator. Tis was the company that hide all of the horrors, causing lives to wither away in either death or emotional scaring.

Tyler not only had questions he never found the answer too, but he also held answers that nobody had retrieved yet. In fact, the story had only begun. 'tis the time to turn the page, because the week may end, but it only leads on to another week. And another. And another.

The year is 2014, and Tyler's been working at his job at the Team Crafted's Theme Park for two weeks. One week, he risked his life and saved the spirits of Team Crafted, not forgetting having to go through a sixth night. The second week, he made a new friend, Mike Schmidt, and the two played around the park with the now peaceful animatronics. The two spent their job derping around with the robots, checking the power only every once in a while. All was at peace. In their heads, at least. A deeper evil was still lurking around, having not even been noticed by our heroes yet.

“If I remember correctly...”

Tyler turned to see Clara, the woman with blue hair that he has last met at the Hospital. His arms were in front of him, covering his formal clothes. It was the weekend after his second week at Team Crafted's, and it was also Bashur's Funeral. Tyler had been standing awkwardly still, never sure of what to do or say in these kinds of situations.

“Your name is Tyler, right?” Clara asked him and Tyler nodded his head.

Clara hesitated to say something, but went on after it was clear to Tyler that she didn't really want to make eye contact with him. Understandable.

“I...well, the hospital found these papers under his hospital bed. They are addressed to you. I mean, you're the only Tyler that Bashur knew, I’m pretty sure.” Clara said, and Tyler noticed she had a few folded up papers I her hand.

Clara held them out to him. “None of it makes any sense to me. They're for you, after all. Take them.”

Tyler was surprised and he took the papers. He scanned through them. They were folded and some of the pencil smudged. There were three sheets all together. Tyler looked back up at Clara, who still had the same sorrowful face she's had all since he got there.

“Bashur didn't know you for every long,but I know he's happy to have met you. Thank you for talking to him.” Clara said. She was only trying to lighten the mood.

“T-Thanks.” Tyler said in reply, later mentally bashing himself for sounding stupid.