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

Chapter Seven: Clara

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.”