Hi, yes, I'm going to start focusing on this story the most bc it's a scary story & Halloween is coming up & Halloween is supposed to be scary, so hopefully if (keyword = if) I update this every day, I might have it finished by next week YAY!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed!

Sorry if any spelling/grammar is incorrect or if parts don't make much sense, I'm tired & not feeling too well. But hey, at least I got it written! WOO!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN R5, THE VAMPS, 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER OR THE GAME "FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S" ALL RIGHTS GO TO HOLLYWOOD, MERCURY/VIRGIN EMI, CAPITOL RECORD & SCOTT CAWTHON! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Chapter 6

Night 1: 5 a.m.

The last time he was chased by a duck was when he was eight years old and he had gone to the park with his parents and he accidentally ticked it off which resulted in him running around the park like a lunatic, with a duck about half a metre tall chasing him.

But now, it's 5:15 in the morning, and he's running around like a lunatic around a kids pizzeria restaurant with a six foot tall duck chasing him, trying to capture him and stuff him inside her suit.

Luke had tried hiding down the darkest part of the hallways, he tried hiding in little supply closets, he tried everything he could to get away from Chica but nothing was working. He was gasping for breath because he didn't realise the run from the dining room to the security room would be as far as it was. He was just glad that in forty-five minutes he would be able to go home. That's if the duck that's basically up his ass right now gives in on chasing him.

His phone had rang twice, more than likely being missed calls from the others but he couldn't answer them or even check. Surely they were watching the camera's to see where he was to make sure that he's alive and safe. More importantly, alive. Somehow if Luke doesn't find air to put into his lungs from all the running soon, he's going to be chicken bait.

Even though it's not the most important subject right now, but Luke really can't decide if Chica's a duck or a chicken. Heck, no one can. Just because she's called Chica the Chic doesn't drive away from the fact that she looks more like a duck than an actual chicken. Though, some people may argue Luke prefers to call her a duck even if she is supposed to be a chicken. Whoever designed her should have made their drawings and intentions for a chicken more clearer.

Luke zoomed passed the kitchen, still surprised he had air in his lungs, and continued to run towards the East Hall which was next to the security room. Chica was still behind him, but she had fallen behind a bit so this gave Luke more of a chance to escape. The hallways felt like they had gotten longer, mainly because he had an animatronic on killing spree chasing him.

Luke went to go turn the corner to get down the East Hall, but something – or, he hoped, someone – grabbed him from behind and put their hand over his mouth, to quiet his scream, and dragged him into the corner of the current hallway they were on where it was dark. Luke breathed heavily, letting out a small shriek as he thought one of the other animatronic characters had gotten him but he looked down and saw the hand of a human where he knew he was safe. That also meant that Ashton, Rocky or Ross had decided to be nice and come for him rather than wait to see if he would make it on his own or not.

He'd say Brad, but he knows he's too much of a wuss to leave the security room. Not that he's doing a good job at conserving power and watching the camera's anyway. "Shh, calm down." Ross whispered in Luke's ear, having Luke pressed against his chest as hard and as best as he could so that neither of them would be seen by the duck coming down the hallway.

Slowly, Ross dropped his hand from Luke's mouth, and they both waited in the corner for Chica to walk or run by but she wasn't in a rush to do so. Luke came away from Ross and Ross came away from the wall, both of them slowly edging into the middle of the hallway to see if Chica was coming through. But there was nothing. Just darkness and the lights flickering in the hallway.

Luke took a deep breath, finally being able to catch his breath "Thanks."

Ross waved it off "No worries. Not that I had a choice anyway. We played rock, paper, scissors and I lost."

"Oh, thanks." Luke said, being happy to know that his friends had to play a win or lose game for one of them to come rescue him.

They're basically in a win or lose game right now, there's no time to add in another one even if it does last for five or ten seconds. Ross and Luke both began walking down the hallway, slowly and quietly so that their footsteps weren't heard "We better get back to the room before the duck decides to—AHHH LUKE!" Ross suddenly shouted, feeling something grab him round the waist and begin to drag him.

Luke turned around as quick as he could where he saw Chica had grabbed Ross "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Luke shouted, running and grabbing Ross by his arms as best as he could to pull him away from Chica "LET HIM GO!" he shouted, even though he knew it wasn't a very good argument against an animatronic.

"OW!" Ross cried out in pain, feeling like his middle was about to split in half. Luke and a metal exo/endoskeleton having a tug of war with him, wasn't really working out well because Ross knew who was going to win. And unfortunately it wasn't going to be Luke.

Luke kept one hand tight around Ross's arm, pulling it, whilst he used the other to punch Chica in the face. His hand dented the side of Chica's face mask, making Luke's hand hit the metal skull of the skeleton inside the suit – but it also hit something awful, soft and squishy which made Luke pull his hand right back out and the mask fell back to it's original form. Ish.

"ASHTON! ROCKY! BRAD! HELP ME!"

"What the hell was that?" Rocky asked, lifting up his head as he could have sworn he heard Luke's voice. But it's getting closer and closer to 6 a.m., and he's had no sleep and he feels like he's about to pass out. He could just be hearing things.

Ashton took the camera's off Brad and checked them, and also checking the power which had gone down to 13%. He checked all the camera's, but couldn't see Luke or Ross anywhere. All he could see was the back of Chica in one of the hallways, coming out from another, holding onto something – and it looked like she was fighting hard for it. Ashton's eyes widened when he realised "Oh, shit! The chicken's got one of them!" Ashton threw the camera's back into Brad's lap and bolted out the right hand side door where Ross had left through.

"Don't you dare leave me in here on my own!" Brad yelled, seeing Rocky was about to exit.

Rocky looked Brad up and down, contemplating if Ashton and Luke or Ashton and Ross was enough to pry whoever was in Chica's arms away from her. Then again if he does go to help out Ashton, Ross and Luke there is a slight chance Brad could panic and make them run out of power, resulting in Brad probably being mauled by the bunny or bear. Even though the bear still hadn't moved. Was that a good thing the bear hadn't moved?

Rocky sighed and sat back down on the desk, like he was originally "If they die, I blame you."

"Do you trust me to make sure we don't run out of power?" Brad asked, seeing the 13% slowly turn into 11%.

Rocky shook his head, snatching the laptop with the camera's away from him "Nope."

Ashton ran out of the East Hall, almost crashing into the wall as he came onto an empty one. He followed Luke and Ross's yells and pleads for help, but in all honesty he didn't think they were getting him any closer to them. That was until he went to go left down the hallway he was on, but he heard Ross shout his name and he turned around where he saw Chica and Luke playing tug of war with Ross.

Ashton ran down to them and grabbed hold of Ross, beginning to try and pull him away from Chica with Luke "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" Ashton asked loudly, and struggling to pull at the same time.

"NO TIME FOR THAT!" Luke shouted, trying his best to pull. He had the upper body strength of a girl, and right now it would be useful if he found the upper body strength of an eighteen year old boy.

Ross tried kicking the duck to help the two boys out, but Chica's grip was so tight it felt like her hands were going to go through his stomach and that Ashton and Luke were going to dislocate his shoulders from their sockets by the way they were pulling his arms. Eventually Luke gave in at pulling from his arms and wrapped his arms around the upper part of Ross's chest and began to pull, it helped a little bit but not a lot. Again this resulted in Luke punching the animatronic in the face again, making his hand go back through the mask again and hit the skull as well as the horrible squishy thing inside of it.

It felt like he had something on his hand too.

"OH MY GOD THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!" Luke shouted in frustration.

Ashton panicked, and so did Ross, when Luke let go of Ross completely which meant the only saving grace Ross had any more was Ashton. Instead of Luke running off like both boys thought he was going too, he ended up jumping up and fly kicking Chica in the chest as hard as he could, causing Chica to let go of Ross and fly backwards onto the floor.

Once Ross was on his feet again, he and Ashton stared at Luke in amazement that he did that. Luke turned to them both and shrugged before they all took off again back to the security room, seeing Chica twitching on the floor and getting ready to get back up. "You know, normally I wouldn't hit a girl but she was just asking for it!" Luke said as they all ran down the hallway.

Rocky kept on popping his head out of the door every now and then to see if the guys were coming back and he made sure to only glance at the camera's once to see if they were coming back, and when he did check the camera all he saw was Chica go flying onto the floor. He went back to check outside when he heard the sound of multiple footsteps coming his way, he got back into the room and watched as Ashton, Ross and Luke all scurried in.

"SHUT THE DOOR!" Luke shouted.

"NO DON'T!" Rocky shouted.

Ashton quickly turned around and slammed the button so the door crashed shut. "YOU FUCKING IDIOT WE'RE ON 11% AND IT'S NOT EVEN 5:30!" Rocky shouted from the top of his lungs, opening up the door again. Rocky looked back at the amount of power they had left, seeing it had gone down to 9%. He sighed heavily and sat on the floor, crouched with his head in his hands. They were not going to make it with 9%.

Ross breathed deeply, rubbing his waist due to it stinging. Brad noticed from where he stood in the room "What's wrong?" Brad asked.

"The fucking chicken or duck, whatever it is, grabbed hold of me and started having a tug of war with Ashton and Luke. I thought I was going to be split into two." Ross said, clearly not being in a good mood any more.

"Lift up your shirt and have a look, see if she left a mark." Luke said, forgetting about his hand that had gone through Chica's mask.

Ross put his hands on his shirt and lifted it so that it stayed just underneath his chest. "Oh my god," Ashton said looking, where there was a huge red mark that wrapped around his stomach in some sort of ring "I'm surprised you never stretched about 3 inches."

Ross had a look himself, not liking how that red mark looked. He rolled his shirt back down "Well it felt like i—what the fucks on your hand!" Ross said, getting distracted by Luke's hand even though it was by his side.

Luke stared at Ross confused, but saw the others staring at his hand too where they noticed whatever it was on it. They looked disgusted, so this wasn't a good thing. Luke lifted up his hand, it was the hand he had punched Chica with twice, where he saw red stuff on his hand. At first he didn't know what it was, but he almost puked when he realised it was blood "Oh my fucking god! What the hell!" Luke said, disgusted and gagging afterwards.

Rocky had one of his hands over his mouth "How did you end up with blood on your hands?" Rocky asked.

Luke shrugged "I don't know... I wasn't bleeding. Ross certainly wasn't bleeding. The only thing I touched was Chica when I punched her, and my hand went through her mask and I hit the exoskeleton as well as something horrible and squi—...shy..." Luke glanced at Ross and Ashton.

Ross and Ashton glanced at each other. They looked away from each other and looked at the exact same thing. The folders with the profiles of the four random boys. Ellington, James, Riker and Connor. After staring at them for a while, they looked back at each other. Ross walked over to the folders and picked them up, where he accidentally dropped some folders that were underneath them.

Brad bent down and picked up the folders Ross had dropped "They're empty." Brad said.

"Why are they empty?" Ross asked, putting the five folders he had in his hands into Ashton's and taking the empty ones. He flicked through them, seeing they had the same layout as the other folders had but they had nothing in them. His head shot up when he realised "Oh my god. These empty folders are for us..."

"What?" Luke asked, not having a clue about what these folders were. He must have been out of the room when they all looked at them.

"These folders have the profiles of the people who have attempted these five nights in the past, and four out of five are the ones who died."

"How come all five of them didn't die?" Luke asked, sounding confused.

Ashton shrugged "I don't know. But technically only three of them should have died. There's only three animatronic characters. Again, only if what that guy from earlier said is true... and if it is true..." Ashton said, leaning on the desk "then Luke... you have Ellington Ratliff's blood on your hand from punching Chica."

Luke went to go put his hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from gagging, but decided against it and put his clean hand over his mouth. Now he really felt like being sick. "Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up..." Luke said, his breath getting caught in his throat. Then something hit Luke. He dropped his hand and furrowed his eye brow "No there isn't."

"No there isn't what?" Rocky asked.

"There isn't three characters. There's four. We went through this earlier, we all know there's four characters... Or weren't you listening to me when I pointed it out to Rocky earlier?" Luke asked.

Brad looked around at them all confused "Since when was there a fourth character? I thought there was only Bonnie, Chica and Freddy? I've never seen a fourth character?" Brad asked, feeling like he had been lied too. When he was a kid there was always three characters, no more than that. He'd never even heard so much as a whisper or a rumour of there being a fourth character.

Luke nodded "Yeah, there is. Foxy the Pirate. He's in Pirate Cove. I always wanted to go into Pirate Cove as a kid but I wasn't allowed because the character in there was 'out of order'. I went in there tonight on my way to the dining room and saw him in there sat in a chair in a heap with my own eyes. I don't know if he's broken or not. He didn't move whilst I was there. At least I don't think so. There's four characters. Foxy probably got someone stuffed inside of him or he killed someone. I mean, he doesn't look big enough to have someone stuffed inside of him. Unless whoever was stuffed inside of him was really small."

"Brad better watch out then." Rocky said, mumbling slightly.

Brad sighed, shutting his eyes. He wasn't even going to bother to respond to that. He was too tired and all he wanted to do was go to bed, which was something he would hopefully be able to do in the next thirty minutes as the clock had finally hit 5:30 a.m. "Oh yeah," Ross said, opening up the folder "Riker got killed by him. Does this mean we're all going to get killed one by one?"

"If we're not careful and run out of power. I said at the start, we need to come up with a routine in these next few nights to make sure we're safe but you were all too focused on that stupid phone call!" Ashton said.

"Hey! That phone call helped us out! Only a little though..." Rocky said, folding his arms across his chest.

"Exactly! And may I suggest we do what I said at the beginning of the night," Ashton said, making everyone look at him as they waited for him to explain. "One of us sits in here, checking the camera's, lights and doors—"

"Thanks for volunteering." Ross said. It's bad enough he's hated staying in here for the past 5 and a half hours, he doesn't want to spend another night in here. Especially when he's on his own.

Ashton sighed, shutting his eyes "Alright, fine, I'll do it. I'll play security guard for tomorrow night aka today, heck if it goes well I'll do it for the rest of the week, but you're all on animatronic duty. Okay?" he asked.

Brad stared at him like he had spoken an unknown language "Excuse me?"

Ashton nodded "Yes. That way, we won't run out of power by me checking the camera's to see where they are all the time. And whilst I'm on a roll of giving out jobs to do, I'll give you all an animatronic to watch out for! Brad, you can watch the bunny—"

"Oh, noo! No, no!" Brad said, whining "I don't like the bunny. Please. Anything but the god damn bunny." he begged.

Ashton rolled his eyes, ignoring him "Luke, you can watch the duck."

"After what just almost happened to me?!" Luke asked, raising his voice.

"Rocky you can—"

Rocky stood up from leaning on the desk "I'll watch the fox. He seems like less effort. And apparently he doesn't move at all according to Luke, what a bonus." He said, volunteering himself with a smile.

"Okay," Ashton said. He looked down at Ross who was now sat down "You can watch the bear—"

"Great..." Ross said sarcastically.

"He's the next easiest seen as though he obviously hasn't moved yet, and apparently he is active. But obviously not a lot. I mean, he saw Luke but didn't do a thing. All you have to do is sit there and watch him. Do you think you can manage that?" He asked.

Ross shrugged "Eh, after what happened tonight, I think I can do anything."

"If anything, I like this plan. It sounds like it could work and we might get through the rest of the nights," Rocky said, now that he began to think about the plan in more detail "but if it works is another question. And obviously it'll be answered one way or another."

"Yeah, but from what I heard earlier, I still think we need walkie-talkies and a torch or something. Phones are way too risky, they're too loud, and if we're near an animatronic that's looking for us and we're hiding and the phone starts ringing, they'll find us straight away." Brad said, vividly remembering one of the boys mentioning the walkie-talkie thing.

Ross rolled his eyes "Oh, shut up Brad, your being ridic—that's not a bad idea." He said, not really listening to what Brad had said as he thought it would be something about him being scared. But he replayed it over his head and it didn't sound too bad. "Where will we get walkie-talkies from?" Ross asked, looking at the others.

"It's not hard to walk into a store and buy some," Rocky said "But I think my Dad has some old ones in the basement. I'll have a look when we go home. But if he doesn't, we'll have to go to the store."

Luke turned around and faced Ashton, letting out a small laugh "Ha, your plan is actually good. It might work too! Wow..." he said, looking off thoughtfully. He smiled at Ashton "You'd make a good security guard." he teased.

Ashton shoved Luke.

"For this place? Over my dead fucking body."

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! :)

Also, before I go, who's seen the trailer for "Five Nights At Freddy's 2" oh my god, it looks so scary & awesome & even more scary than the 1st one. Mainly due to the fact Bonnie & Freddy look like porciline dolls bc of their new design. And that Foxy just flys at you & that the old characters from FNAF 1 have been dismantled & destroyed & they're roaming around too. Oh my god. You know what, I'll let you all go on YouTube & watch it to see what I mean. Bye now!

PLEASE REVIEW!