Sorry for the wait, I'm knee deep in Mock Exams. Ugh. That, and I had this half written. & Like I said on the story I updated before the start of last Monday, I won't be updating the stories in the order that's on my profile this week. Hopefully the normal story schedule should return to normal next week. 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 RECORDS & SCOTT CAWTHON! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR ORIGINAL OWNERS.

Chapter 15
Night 4: Ashton VS Chica

Luke managed to pull himself up from the floor by himself and sit in the security chair, checking the camera's carefully and quickly as he could feel the blood seeping through the bandana Ashton had given to him.

Foxy had cut him pretty deep. He's surprised he hasn't bled to death, given it's 3:15 a.m. He hasn't dared look outside or check the camera's because their power percentage is on 43% and it keeps going down slowly every five minutes, which scares him.

He's barely been back in touch with the three other remaining boys. The last he heard from Ross was that he was on the East side of the building, after finding Brad hid in the Backstage area under the table, and Brad was somewhere between the security room and Pirate Cove watching Bonnie. Them two were basically keeping Luke updated on where Bonnie, Foxy and Freddy were because he didn't have the strength or energy to get up and check the doors, or dare waste any more power.

The only thing he didn't know about.

Chica.

Luke was really worried too, because he hadn't heard anything from Ashton since about half an hour ago when he spoke through the walkie-talkie and asked if Luke was okay. Ashton never told him if he had found Chica.

It got to the point where Luke's leg was shaking. He didn't know if it was fear that Ashton could be dead or because of the blood he was losing. Hopefully when the clock hits 6 a.m. Ashton can drive him to the hospital to get it stitched up.

He breathed heavily, bringing his walkie-talkie up to his mouth shakily "A-Ashton... can you hear me? It's Luke..." Luke said, breathing heavily. No response. "Ash? C'mon, please answer me."

Luke whimpered, pulling himself closer to the laptop. He lifted up the lid of the laptop, opening up the camera's. He flicked through all of them, he saw Ross making his way towards the Kitchen slowly on the East side, and on the West side Brad was in the supply closet.

But no Ashton.

Luke clicked on the Restrooms and jumped when he saw Chica stood there, staring at the camera. Not doing anything else. He looked behind Chica, on the camera's, and kept an eye out for any sign of Ashton. He even looked in the doorway of the bathrooms. Nothing. No Ashton.

"Ashton. Answer me. Please. It's Luke. Where the hell are you?" Luke asked, getting himself worked up.

"Luke? What's wrong?" Brad asked, through the walkie-talkie.

"I-I can't find Ashton. I haven't been able to find him for the past 30 minutes. I'm gonna have to go look for him."

"Don't you dare!" Ross said, hearing the conversation through the walkie-talkie "what side is he on? I'll go look for him."

Luke shook his head "No. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't even be looking out for Chica. I've got to."

"But you're hurt Luke! You can't do anything! Stay put!" Ross demanded, getting worried and annoyed at Luke. He was trying to pay attention to Freddy and trying not to get spotted by Freddy. He was in the Kitchen and Ross was stood outside the door, waiting to see where he moved too next.

Right now, he could hear him getting closer to the door. So he backed away, finding a corner to hide behind. "Luke, promise me you will not go looking for Ashton." Ross said, quietly.

Luke pushed himself up from the security chair, beginning to limp towards the door that led to the East side of the building "I have too."

"No you don't."

Luke sighed heavily in frustration "I'll do what I want! It's not your problem it's mine!"

"Yes it is my problem, Luke! You're my best friend and I could have stopped Foxy from attacking you! If anything happens to you tonight, I will blame myself. Just. Stay. Put."

Luke stayed silent, leaning against the door frame of the security office "I'm sorry."

"LUKE DON'T!"

"I'll do what I want, Ross! You're not the boss of me!" Luke shouted down the walkie-talkie before throwing it against the wall, making it smash into pieces.

Ross and Brad hissed in pain and held their ears as a harsh screech sound was made through the walkie-talkies, meaning that someone had been caught or something had happened to one of the walkie-talkies. They were assuming Luke had got angry and smashed his walkie-talkie, given a smash echoed throughout the building. "What the fuck... Luke, was that you?!" Brad asked, trying to be quiet as he heard movement outside of the supply closet he was hidden in.

Nothing.

Ross heavily sighed "If anything happens to him..."

"I know, I know," Brad said, wiping his face "let's just—"

"I'm going." Ross said, cutting him off.

"Ross, no! What are you doing?! What do you mean?!" Brad asked, wondering what the hell he meant by that.

"I'm going to go look for Luke and Ashton. Mainly Luke," he looked around the corner he was hidden behind, seeing Freddy down the hallway and he was in Ross's way to find the two boys "okay, Brad. Freddy's in my way. I just want you to know... whatever happens... it was my own fault, okay?" Ross said, about to make a run for it passed Freddy.

Brad didn't know what to say "What the fuck is this?! Everyone play bait for their animatronics! I'm hidden safely in the fucking supply closet and you're all running around, trying to get the attention of your animatronic! Am I the only one with a brain here!" Brad yelled down the walkie-talkie, not even caring if Bonnie had heard him. Or Foxy if he had left his Cove again. "Ross, don't you dare. It's bad enough we don't know where Ashton is, and now Luke's gone somewhere. We're having a repeat of yesterday! Ross! Answer me now! Someone answer me n—"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!"

Brad jumped "A simple 'hi I'm okay' would have sufficed..." Brad said through the walkie-talkie.

But then he realised.

That was the sound of someone screaming echoing throughout the building. "Ross was that you?!" Brad asked through the walkie-talkie and pushing the supply closet door open.

No response.

Brad muttered under his breath in frustration that nobody was responding any more, and again another scream echoed. He whimpered and turned around in the attempt to find where the scream had came from, but when he turned around he ended up coming face to face with Bonnie the Bunny.

Ashton had never felt so nervous in his entire life. As soon as he had left Luke alone in the security room, he made his way through the East side of the building quietly to find Chica and kept on checking back in on Luke every now and then.

That was until it got to around 2:45 a.m. and his walkie-talkie decided: hang on a minute, I wanna run out of battery.

Ashton nearly cried. It was like he was meant to die. So whilst keeping an eye on Chica, really, really carefully in the hope he could escape his fate, he kept on preparing himself in case something happened and Chica did catch him off guard. Currently, he sat in the doorway to the Restroom – hidden, right out of the way of the camera's and Chica. He really hoped he wasn't scaring anybody not being able to get in touch with them.

He knows he should show some movement in front of the camera's in case Luke is watching and worrying. Or better yet, maybe Ross or Brad had made their way to the security room to sit with him.

Ashton kept on his knees on the floor, crawling very carefully and discretely to the corner to keep an eye on Chica. He had dropped his, now, broken walkie-talkie somewhere between the Restrooms and the security room. God knows what the person will be thinking when they find it. They'll probably think he's dead.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Freddy's deep, menacing laugh echoed throughout the building and Ashton nearly jumped through the roof. No matter how many times he's heard it since Freddy started moving off the stage last night, he's still not use to it. And his laugh sounded pretty close too. Then again, Ross is on this side of the building with Ashton looking out for Freddy. Though, you wouldn't really call this "looking out". It's more of a "make-sure-they-don't-get-anywhere-near-the-security-room-or-yourself-so-they-don't-kill-you-or-your-friends" kind of looking out.

He breathed deeply and moved towards the corner again. It had been at least five minutes since he had checked up on Chica. Ashton slowly and reluctantly put his head round the corner, only to see the space where Chica once stood was empty. His eyes widened and he jumped up from the floor, going out into the hallway.

As a natural instinct, Ashton went to go speak into his walkie-talkie but remembered he doesn't have it any more. Because it ran out of battery. And he dropped it.

Ashton really needs to remember to bring some batteries for tomorrow night, especially if it's their final night here.

If Ashton even makes it to the final night.

He turned left and right, trying to think about which way to go. If he goes one way he could accidentally run into Chica, and if he goes the other way, he could run into Freddy. Or even worse, he could run into both where the choice would be split on who kills Ashton.

He groaned, looking in the direction of the Dining Room and then the direction of the Kitchens and Security room.

Ashton didn't waste any more time. He made his way towards the Kitchens in the hope that Chica hadn't gone in that direction. That way, he could get to the security room and make sure Luke was okay and then check where Chica was with whatever remaining power they had left.

Ashton quickly walked away from the Restrooms, picking up his pace gradually as he was getting towards the corner that led to the Kitchens. But then the worst thing happened. As Ashton went to go turn the corner, he face planted into someone's chest.

Only it wasn't someone's.

He opened up his eyes, seeing a bib that said: Lets Eat!

Ashton opened up his eyes and looked up, seeing Chica only an inch away from him. He began to breath heavier, knowing that his only escape now was by running in the direction of the Dining Room which was more than likely where Freddy or Bonnie was.

Ashton shoved Chica, but she never moved an inch, and turned around, bolting down the hallway as fast as he could. He was never the best in running for a sport at school, but now that he has a killer animatronic chicken chasing after him all he has to say to his PE teacher now is:

Look at me now, bitch.

Ashton shouted in fear as he ran, hoping that Ross or somebody would hear it and come to his rescue but nobody seemed like they were. He glanced back at Chica as he ran, seeing she was still behind him and hot on his trail, and he turned around to focus on where he was running but he ran smack bang into a wall, which gladly threw him onto the floor where he slid halfway down the hallway.

Ashton groaned. He had lost the feeling in his face and it hurt. He squeezed his eyes tightly together and re-opened them, seeing Chica hovering above him with Freddy's laugh being audible in the background. Ashton breathed heavily, beginning to crawl backwards as it was his only chance but Chica kept moving closer to him. Tears formed in his eyes as he knew this was the end and he was about to go join Rocky up in the grand old sky.

Ashton took a deep breath and braced himself, letting out a scream as he held his arms up in front of his face for defence, as Chica swiped down to grab him.

She never.

Instead, the sound of an object hitting off – what sounded like – Chica's costume. Ashton slowly let his eyes flutter open, looking to his right where he saw his broken walkie-talkie on the floor. It had been thrown by somebody.

"Hey, yo, Chica."

Ashton's head snapped behind Chica, to where it had came from. Luke was stood there, a metre or two away, holding onto his side where blood was seeping through his fingers "I think you've got the wrong person."

"Luke..." Ashton said, slowly sitting up "what are you doing..?" He asked.

Chica turned around and faced Luke. Luke took a step backwards, still holding his side and looking weaker than he ever had done in his life "I knew you were in trouble... so... I came to find you." Luke took another step back as Chica took a step towards him.

Ashton sat on his knees now, being panicked and worried at what was going to happen next "Luke... don't you dare do what I think you're going to do," Ashton warned, Luke didn't respond he was too busy looking Chica dead in the eyes (or mask/metal skeleton) "Luke."

Luke kept on staring out Chica, throwing Ashton a small sad, weak smile before turning around and running as fast as his weak legs could carry him. Chica was not far behind on chasing him. "LUKE NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Ashton shouted so loud that the apartments across the road could hear him. And he could have sworn he might have popped a lung "LUKE!" Ashton shouted, jumping up off the floor and chasing after Chica and Luke.

Luke limped/ran out of the hallway Chica and Ashton were on. He didn't need to look back to see if Chica was there because he could hear her footsteps coming for him. He groaned, feeling the loss of blood beginning to make him weak and in more pain. He had to shut his eyes for a few seconds and then re-open them as he felt himself beginning to black out.

"LUKE COME BACK!"

Luke did his best to ignore Ashton's voice, who wasn't far behind by the sounds of it, because he was doing it for him. He knows that Ashton is going to die by Chica, but if Luke dies by Chica then who's Ashton going to get killed by? Nobody. It's simple.

Ross cheats his death, Ashton gets to cheat his and Brad doesn't get to be alone without his friends.

It all works out in the end.

At least for Luke it does anyway.

Luke heard Chica begin to fall behind, which was good for him because he was starting to lose speed too. He turned the corner and clutched onto the wall in pain, keeping his eyes tightly shut in the hope it would do something about the pain. He opened his eyes again, groaning as he put up with the pain and made his way down the next hall.

Only to find this hallway led to a dead end. And it was way too late for him to turn around and go the other way.

Even though Luke knew it was slim, he was kind of hoping for the off chance that he would escape from Chica. He slowly turned around, leaning against the wall at the dead end, where he saw Chica stood there. "I'm sorry Ashton..." Luke said, even though it wasn't loud enough for Ashton himself to hear.

Luke shut his eyes and turned into the wall as Chica came towards him, suddenly having the biggest burst of fear that he ever had done in his life "NOOOO! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T—AHHH!"

For Luke, it was too late for pleading. She grabbed hold of him and began the usual process that happened on the five nights.

Next: Night 4: 2 Down

Then: Night 5: The Last Night

After: Night 5: Ross & Brad VS Freddy

Not sure if the titles of the next 2 chapters will stay the same... I just wanted you guys to get excited haha. But, the Ross & Brad chapter will stay the same. Also, I think I might just start updating this story now bc it's close to the end basically. All there is, is night 5 to do & then the epilogue.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAAASEEEEE ANSWER THE QUESTIONS BELOW IN YOUR REVIEWS! ;D IT MAKES ME HAPPYYYY! ;D

Thoughts on Ross & Luke at the start of the chapter?

Thoughts on Brad and Bonnie?

Thoughts on the walkie-talkies beginning to fail?

Thoughts on Ashton & Luke?

Thoughts on Luke's death & Chica killing Luke instead of Ashton?

Who do you think is going to make it to the end?