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Chapter Two: The Discovery
After spending a few days at home to get everything for work sorted out, (Y/N) was ready to start getting things underway. The puppet show, Bony Bill, would indeed work perfectly with her desired western theme. He dressed like a cowboy and would tell stories about how he became a talking skeleton. The story was how he had a misunderstanding with some Indians, who then challenged him to a shooting contest. Given what he was, it was clear that he lost even without him saying it. So she was free to go forward with the western background and everything. Thus far, her plan was to sketch up some of the scenery. After she did that and decided on what would look best, she'd make transparent copies she could put on a projector screen. That way she could mark them on the walls prior to painting. The lines would act as a guide so she couldn't stray too far from what she was working on.

After all that was done, she could get to work on painting. That being said, she was currently doodling basic shapes onto pieces of paper to warm herself up for the sketch work. She didn't exactly consider herself skilled when it came to drawing, but she had a method that worked well enough that people admired her for it. She usually did her paintings after doing a practice drawing of the topic. Just to help her mind better memorize what she wanted done. Her current doodles were mostly cacti and dead trees. There was a skull or two in the mix, but not many. This was just the start of her project after all. She just needed to get a basic feel for what she wanted done. Sadly, it seemed it wasn't quite time for her to start drawing out her plans yet. Before she could get into her usual flow, the ever familiar sound of her cell phone ringing drew her attention.

Upon checking the screen, she realized that Meyla, one of her coworkers, had decided to call her. She quickly flipped open her phone and pressed it against her ear as she continued to try and doodle. Hey, she was interested in seeing what Meyla wanted, but that didn't mean she was going to let it get in the way of her work. She didn't need to wait long for the other to talk.

“Hey, (Y/N), sorry to bother you but I knew you were going with a Western theme for your part of the project. The boss told me. I know we can't work together on it, but we can kill two birds with one stone and go out and get supplies together. A friend of mine at the Home Depot just told me they just got a fresh shipment of pain in. You wanna come?” Meyla's voice rang through the speaker of (Y/N)'s phone as she spoke. Honestly, the woman was a little surprised by the offer. She and Meyla had been part of the same projects for years, but this was the first time she'd bothered calling to ask something like this. Usually their conversations were on work. Yes, they were technically on the same project of restoring the carnival, but they were all to work individually. The other had no real reason to call her, and yet now she was doing just that. Not knowing what else to do, (Y/N) felt she had to accept. For all she knew this was the woman's attempt at an offer of friendship. Maybe Meyla actually seriously needed help on something and didn't know who else to turn to. Either way, (Y/N) would be going with her to buy paint.

“Sure Mey. I could use a second opinion on the colors, anyways.” (Y/N) said in what she hoped sounded like a casual tone of voice, before she dropped her pencil. As it was, it wasn't as if she'd really be able to focus on drawing.

“Great~ I'll be there to pick you up in about twenty minutes. See you then.” Meyla said in a somewhat chipper voice before she hung up. This left (Y/N) to try and figure out what colors of paint she'd need to get within a very short time period. Talk about rushed. She had to get a list put together and get better dressed for being out of the house. A tank top and shorts were alright to wear around the living room, not so much at a store dedicated to selling tools and supplies for house maintenance and restoration. She changed into a pair of her work jeans and a long sleeve shirt, then proceeded to list the basic colors she'd need. Green, brown, white, red, yellow, orange, and black. She could worry about selecting the ideal shades later. Black and white could be used to darken and lighten paint she had, and other colors could be mixed to widen her variety.

Meyla seemed to arrive just as she had her list written. A few minutes after, the two were in the car and on their way to Home Depot to get first pick at the fresh supply of paint. From there, it definitely didn't take long for the woman to start to explain why she'd given her coworker the sudden call.

“I.. I know its a little odd, my suddenly calling you like that.. But, there's something I wanted to talk to you about.” Meyla said hesitantly as she cast a momentary glance at (Y/N), who was watching her intently. She knew there was a hidden meaning behind the surprise trip to Home Depot. When the other didn't continue, the woman continued.
“About six days ago, I decided to look in on the history of the carnival. I wanted to learn more about its origin and on why it was abandoned in the first place.. And, what I found was, a little off putting.” She spoke in an almost chilled tone as she explained what she'd been up too while preparing to work on the restoration of the carnival. Given that whatever she'd come across was deemed important enough to need to tell someone, (Y/N) could only assume that the location had been shut down on some very dark terms. Again, the woman decided to continue when her coworker said nothing in response.
“I found a few newspaper articles dated to only a few months before the place was abandoned.. Apparently well over fifty children went missing while it was active. According to them, the police were casting the disappearances off as kidnappings. That changed when, someone working there found an arm hidden among the prizes as his stand. A child's arm, to be specific. The police thought it must have belonged to a little boy around five.. After that, word got out that people at the carnival were abducting and butchering children. Six people wound up being arrested just to calm everyone down, but the location had to be shut down because people were to afraid to go there.” Meyla said quietly, though her voice was laced with such a serious tone that (Y/N) couldn't help but shudder. She'd known that the carnival had been shut down in the late sixties after being active for around twenty-five years. She had no idea it had been shut down because children had been abducted and murdered. Still, that didn't explain why Meyla was telling her all of this. Yes, the place had a dark past, but so long as people didn't look it up and start spreading rumors, nothing bad should come of it.

“... Why are you telling me this?.” (Y/N) found herself asking before she was even aware that the words were passing her lips. Granted, she'd of likely asked anyways. There really wasn't a reason for Meyla to be telling her this, unless there was an immediate threat being evident.

“.. Because none of the bodies were ever found. They only managed to find a few dismembered limbs in their search.... So, odds are all the bodies are still there..” Meyla said in a bold, and dead serious tone as she looked at (Y/N) from the corner of her eye. That, made everything the other said make complete sense- it made the reason behind this meeting painfully obvious. The bodies of the missing children had yet to be uncovered. Going by what Meyla said, it was likely those bodies would start turning up. Someone might wind up in the wrong place at the right time, and they'd discover a pile of bones lodged in the soil. If that happened, then the reputation of the carnival could be ruined forever, and all their hard work would be for nothing.

“.. What are we going to do?..” (Y/N) asked solemnly, speaking more to herself than she was to Meyla. In the end it wasn't that she didn't want the bodies to be found, she just didn't want there to be a bunch of chaos as result of it. The chaos would ruin the carnivals chances of success. That would result in it being destroyed rather than fixed, and then the town would lose thousands of dollars. A lot was riding on the hopes that the carnival was successful, and if anything went wrong the result would be horrendous.

“I don't know...” Meyla said quietly as she pulled into the parking lot of the Home Depot.
“I've tried thinking of what we can do, and all I can think of is telling our employers about the dangers of opening the carnival before the bodies are found.. I hate to think about it, but if the bodies could be collected and buried in private, we could put the dead at rest without creating a scene. That would be the best way to save the carnival, and the town, but... Its not a good thing to do morally.” She stated as she turned off her car. Only after that, did she turn to face (Y/N) fully.
“Either way, something has to be done.. I couldn't keep this to myself, and you were the only one I could think of that might be able help me figure out what can be done.. We need to have a plan, before we tell the city counsel about the bodies. The more we can explain, the more of a plan we have when we tell them, the more likely we are to get this done without anything bad happening.” Meyla said as she stared her coworker dead in the eye. (Y/N) new right then and there, the importance of what the other was talking about. This wasn't just about fixing the carnival. This was about putting the families of the dead children at peace, and giving the dead the proper burial they deserved. She knew they wouldn't be able to do it on their own. Realistically speaking, they'd likely not do anything aside from make a plan and hope the city counsel could convince the police to follow it. Still, that didn't mean the part they'd play wouldn't be important. They would be the ones to set everything into motion, it was all a matter of hoping the end result wouldn't be a disaster. A sigh passed (Y/N)'s lips as she buried her face in her hands for a moment.

There was a huge weight on her shoulders now, and she had to find a way to deal with it while doing her job. She didn't know if she wanted to scream, cry, or punch Meyla in the face for dragging her into the situation. Given what the situation was, she couldn't really act violently towards her coworker without knowing she'd feel like a demon for it. This really was important, and to a degree she could count herself lucky that the other had enough faith in her to trust her with the information. Still, it was more stress that she didn't need. They'd definitely need one or two more people to help balance things out. Otherwise neither of them would be able to get their work done, and they'd both be fired for not keeping up with the project.

“.. I'll help, but we need more people to know... We can't get this sorted out if we get fired before we get the information to the counsel.” (Y/N) stated as she pulled her face from her hands to lean against the seat of the car.

“I know..” Meyla said quietly, before she popped open her door in preparation of stepping out.
“We just need to find the right people.” She added after a few seconds of silence. With that, they both sensed that the conversation was done for the time being. What needed to be revealed, was revealed. What needed explained, was explained as well as it could given the situation. Now, they just had to find more people inform so that they could get things planned. On top of that, they had to continue to work on their projects at the carnival. (Y/N) sighed as she opened the door to step out of the car. These next few months were going to be chaotic. She could sense it by now.

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Chapter Two: The Discovery
After spending a few days at home to get everything for work sorted out, (Y/N) was ready to start getting things underway. The puppet show, Bony Bill, would indeed work perfectly with her desired western theme. He dressed like a cowboy and would tell stories about how he became a talking skeleton. The story was how he had a misunderstanding with some Indians, who then challenged him to a shooting contest. Given what he was, it was clear that he lost even without him saying it. So she was free to go forward with the western background and everything. Thus far, her plan was to sketch up some of the scenery. After she did that and decided on what would look best, she'd make transparent copies she could put on a projector screen. That way she could mark them on the walls prior to painting. The lines would act as a guide so she couldn't stray too far from what she was working on.

After all that was done, she could get to work on painting. That being said, she was currently doodling basic shapes onto pieces of paper to warm herself up for the sketch work. She didn't exactly consider herself skilled when it came to drawing, but she had a method that worked well enough that people admired her for it. She usually did her paintings after doing a practice drawing of the topic. Just to help her mind better memorize what she wanted done. Her current doodles were mostly cacti and dead trees. There was a skull or two in the mix, but not many. This was just the start of her project after all. She just needed to get a basic feel for what she wanted done. Sadly, it seemed it wasn't quite time for her to start drawing out her plans yet. Before she could get into her usual flow, the ever familiar sound of her cell phone ringing drew her attention.

Upon checking the screen, she realized that Meyla, one of her coworkers, had decided to call her. She quickly flipped open her phone and pressed it against her ear as she continued to try and doodle. Hey, she was interested in seeing what Meyla wanted, but that didn't mean she was going to let it get in the way of her work. She didn't need to wait long for the other to talk.

“Hey, (Y/N), sorry to bother you but I knew you were going with a Western theme for your part of the project. The boss told me. I know we can't work together on it, but we can kill two birds with one stone and go out and get supplies together. A friend of mine at the Home Depot just told me they just got a fresh shipment of pain in. You wanna come?” Meyla's voice rang through the speaker of (Y/N)'s phone as she spoke. Honestly, the woman was a little surprised by the offer. She and Meyla had been part of the same projects for years, but this was the first time she'd bothered calling to ask something like this. Usually their conversations were on work. Yes, they were technically on the same project of restoring the carnival, but they were all to work individually. The other had no real reason to call her, and yet now she was doing just that. Not knowing what else to do, (Y/N) felt she had to accept. For all she knew this was the woman's attempt at an offer of friendship. Maybe Meyla actually seriously needed help on something and didn't know who else to turn to. Either way, (Y/N) would be going with her to buy paint.

“Sure Mey. I could use a second opinion on the colors, anyways.” (Y/N) said in what she hoped sounded like a casual tone of voice, before she dropped her pencil. As it was, it wasn't as if she'd really be able to focus on drawing.

“Great~ I'll be there to pick you up in about twenty minutes. See you then.” Meyla said in a somewhat chipper voice before she hung up. This left (Y/N) to try and figure out what colors of paint she'd need to get within a very short time period. Talk about rushed. She had to get a list put together and get better dressed for being out of the house. A tank top and shorts were alright to wear around the living room, not so much at a store dedicated to selling tools and supplies for house maintenance and restoration. She changed into a pair of her work jeans and a long sleeve shirt, then proceeded to list the basic colors she'd need. Green, brown, white, red, yellow, orange, and black. She could worry about selecting the ideal shades later. Black and white could be used to darken and lighten paint she had, and other colors could be mixed to widen her variety.

Meyla seemed to arrive just as she had her list written. A few minutes after, the two were in the car and on their way to Home Depot to get first pick at the fresh supply of paint. From there, it definitely didn't take long for the woman to start to explain why she'd given her coworker the sudden call.

“I.. I know its a little odd, my suddenly calling you like that.. But, there's something I wanted to talk to you about.” Meyla said hesitantly as she cast a momentary glance at (Y/N), who was watching her intently. She knew there was a hidden meaning behind the surprise trip to Home Depot. When the other didn't continue, the woman continued.
“About six days ago, I decided to look in on the history of the carnival. I wanted to learn more about its origin and on why it was abandoned in the first place.. And, what I found was, a little off putting.” She spoke in an almost chilled tone as she explained what she'd been up too while preparing to work on the restoration of the carnival. Given that whatever she'd come across was deemed important enough to need to tell someone, (Y/N) could only assume that the location had been shut down on some very dark terms. Again, the woman decided to continue when her coworker said nothing in response.
“I found a few newspaper articles dated to only a few months before the place was abandoned.. Apparently well over fifty children went missing while it was active. According to them, the police were casting the disappearances off as kidnappings. That changed when, someone working there found an arm hidden among the prizes as his stand. A child's arm, to be specific. The police thought it must have belonged to a little boy around five.. After that, word got out that people at the carnival were abducting and butchering children. Six people wound up being arrested just to calm everyone down, but the location had to be shut down because people were to afraid to go there.” Meyla said quietly, though her voice was laced with such a serious tone that (Y/N) couldn't help but shudder. She'd known that the carnival had been shut down in the late sixties after being active for around twenty-five years. She had no idea it had been shut down because children had been abducted and murdered. Still, that didn't explain why Meyla was telling her all of this. Yes, the place had a dark past, but so long as people didn't look it up and start spreading rumors, nothing bad should come of it.

“... Why are you telling me this?.” (Y/N) found herself asking before she was even aware that the words were passing her lips. Granted, she'd of likely asked anyways. There really wasn't a reason for Meyla to be telling her this, unless there was an immediate threat being evident.

“.. Because none of the bodies were ever found. They only managed to find a few dismembered limbs in their search.... So, odds are all the bodies are still there..” Meyla said in a bold, and dead serious tone as she looked at (Y/N) from the corner of her eye. That, made everything the other said make complete sense- it made the reason behind this meeting painfully obvious. The bodies of the missing children had yet to be uncovered. Going by what Meyla said, it was likely those bodies would start turning up. Someone might wind up in the wrong place at the right time, and they'd discover a pile of bones lodged in the soil. If that happened, then the reputation of the carnival could be ruined forever, and all their hard work would be for nothing.

“.. What are we going to do?..” (Y/N) asked solemnly, speaking more to herself than she was to Meyla. In the end it wasn't that she didn't want the bodies to be found, she just didn't want there to be a bunch of chaos as result of it. The chaos would ruin the carnivals chances of success. That would result in it being destroyed rather than fixed, and then the town would lose thousands of dollars. A lot was riding on the hopes that the carnival was successful, and if anything went wrong the result would be horrendous.

“I don't know...” Meyla said quietly as she pulled into the parking lot of the Home Depot.
“I've tried thinking of what we can do, and all I can think of is telling our employers about the dangers of opening the carnival before the bodies are found.. I hate to think about it, but if the bodies could be collected and buried in private, we could put the dead at rest without creating a scene. That would be the best way to save the carnival, and the town, but... Its not a good thing to do morally.” She stated as she turned off her car. Only after that, did she turn to face (Y/N) fully.
“Either way, something has to be done.. I couldn't keep this to myself, and you were the only one I could think of that might be able help me figure out what can be done.. We need to have a plan, before we tell the city counsel about the bodies. The more we can explain, the more of a plan we have when we tell them, the more likely we are to get this done without anything bad happening.” Meyla said as she stared her coworker dead in the eye. (Y/N) new right then and there, the importance of what the other was talking about. This wasn't just about fixing the carnival. This was about putting the families of the dead children at peace, and giving the dead the proper burial they deserved. She knew they wouldn't be able to do it on their own. Realistically speaking, they'd likely not do anything aside from make a plan and hope the city counsel could convince the police to follow it. Still, that didn't mean the part they'd play wouldn't be important. They would be the ones to set everything into motion, it was all a matter of hoping the end result wouldn't be a disaster. A sigh passed (Y/N)'s lips as she buried her face in her hands for a moment.

There was a huge weight on her shoulders now, and she had to find a way to deal with it while doing her job. She didn't know if she wanted to scream, cry, or punch Meyla in the face for dragging her into the situation. Given what the situation was, she couldn't really act violently towards her coworker without knowing she'd feel like a demon for it. This really was important, and to a degree she could count herself lucky that the other had enough faith in her to trust her with the information. Still, it was more stress that she didn't need. They'd definitely need one or two more people to help balance things out. Otherwise neither of them would be able to get their work done, and they'd both be fired for not keeping up with the project.

“.. I'll help, but we need more people to know... We can't get this sorted out if we get fired before we get the information to the counsel.” (Y/N) stated as she pulled her face from her hands to lean against the seat of the car.

“I know..” Meyla said quietly, before she popped open her door in preparation of stepping out.
“We just need to find the right people.” She added after a few seconds of silence. With that, they both sensed that the conversation was done for the time being. What needed to be revealed, was revealed. What needed explained, was explained as well as it could given the situation. Now, they just had to find more people inform so that they could get things planned. On top of that, they had to continue to work on their projects at the carnival. (Y/N) sighed as she opened the door to step out of the car. These next few months were going to be chaotic. She could sense it by now.