Yeah, I'm pretty confused about the names too (or more likely Number 4's name). I was lead to believe it was Wallabee- on the Cartoon Network Website, they call him Wallabee also- but then on the cartoon last Friday, the kids that chant all at the same time called him Wallace. So what is it? Personally I really like Wallabee better than Wallace and considering he's from Australia it seems to fit better too. So, I'm just going to call him Wallabee since I like it better. So in my fics he will be called Wallabee!



There was silence, as well as darkness. The only sound coming from the scared teens, whose breathing was beginning to become erratic, frightened of what their friend had tried to warn them about. There was a snap and a small light pierced the darkness. Number 5 stood with a lighter in her hand. Her eyes were abnormally huge with fright and the panes of her face were taunt with worry. "Where is it?" She asked, her voice a mere whisper.

"How much fluid is in the lighter?" Number 1 asked, trying to calm everyone down. He was as scared as the others but he didn't want to show it, couldn't show it. He was the leader and needed to keep a clear head. When she didn't answer him, he tried again. "Number 5, please, take a deep breathe. How much fluid is in the lighter?"

"It's half empty." She answered, walking down to him.

"Number 3, where are you?" He asked, squinting to look out into the darkness.

"Right here." She answered, stepping forward. "It's in here. I can sense it."

"We need to keep the light." Number 1 said, taking the lighter from Number 5's hand. "If we keep the light, we'll be able to see it."

"What can we use?" Number 3 asked, her eyes wild as they flicked over into the dark, looking for the thing that haunted them. "I don't have anything but my headset and this." She held up a ribbon that she had used to tie her hair back with. "This could be used." She handed it to Number 1 who nodded his head at her in thanks.

Number 5 bent down, taking off her headset. "I can make a torch out of this." She said, tearing off the earpieces and the mouthpiece. "You guys keep yours on incase Number 2 tries to talk to us again." She began to bend the metal of the earpiece, straightening it out. As she set to work, Number 1 sat over her, the lighter in his trembling hand.

Number 3 stood by them, her eyes trying to see in the darkness. "Why isn't it attacking us?" She asked her voice stronger than it had been.

Back in the computer room, Number 2 was frantically typing away at the computer. His fingers clicked away at the keys almost going numb from the frantic typing. "Come on, come on!" He urged the blank screen in front of him. When it still did not work, he punched the side of the computer. "Get online you piece of crap!" He yelled at it.

The screen still remained blank.

Looking over, he noticed Number 4, whose eyes were opened but still remained blank and unseen. He ran over there, suddenly angry at the other boy. "This is your fault!" He scream at the boy, worry and fright catching up to him.

The other boy didn't move. He just laid there like he had been.

"Wake up!" Number 2 demanded. "Wake up!"

Still no movement.

"Wake up damnit!" He began go shake the unconscious boy, banging his head against the metal table he lay on. "Wake up now!"

The computer suddenly let out a moaning sound, coming back online. Number 2 dropped Number 4, letting his head crash against the metal once more. "Yes!" He yelled, relief flooding through him. "Yes!" He looked back over at the unconscious boy. "Please, I beg of you, let them be okay."

He threw on the head set, taking his place in the chair once more. "Number 1! Can you hear me? Number's 1, 3, and 5, can you head me?"

The answer was static fazing through his ears. He tried again. "Number 1! Please come in!"

"Number 2?" The tired, but accented, voice asked. "Is that you?"

"Yes! I got the computers up!" Number 2 began to babble happily. "Are you guys okay?"

"It's here but it hasn't attacked yet!" Number 1 reported. "We only have a torch. Can you get the lights on?"

"Consider it done." Number 2's voice said into Number 1's ear. Number 1 breathed a sigh of relief. The lights were going to come on; it would be easier with the lights on.