Hey guys! Sorry for such a long wait. I haven't had any inspiration to write this. . . I was having a hard time. Anywho, just a little bit here:

I have a wattpad now, and if you're interested, go check me out! It's the same name: Calamity_Crisis. I have STN on there along with WAYYYY more stories! I don't get on here much except to update STN for y'all. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter!

12:45 am

The vents were dusty, cold, and dark as Cheyenne crawled through them. The voices that were below her had vanished, leaving the pizzeria in total silence. Despite the lack of noise, Cheyenne continued trekking, hoping to find an exit fro this hell soon. Where could it be? Cheyenne thought, turning left at a split end. Ann wouldn't have stuck her up there if there wasn't an exit, right?

Shaking her head, Cheyenne brushed the awful thought away and continued crawling. The ringing in her ears was loud, but her boots made a slight scrape sound as she crawled, making her cringe slightly. Finally, she came to another vent.

She crawled up to it and peered over, seeing that she was above the stage. She saw that it was empty, but before she started moving, she heard the sound of footsteps. "Where is he, Foxy?" Bonnie asked. He appeared on stage along with the Crimson fox. Foxy shook his head,

"I haven't a clue where Vincent is lad," Foxy grumbled, looking around the desolate stage. Bonnie growled, slamming his fist against the wall, making a loud bang echo, "Damn!"

"Cool it Bonnie," Chica said, appearing from behind the curtain along with Freddy. Bonnie shot her a glare, but didn't say anything afterwards. She put a hand on her hip, "the reason you guys can't find Vincent is because Ann helped him escape." "WHAT?" Foxy roared.

Chica nodded, "Ann helped Vincent into the vents, just like how he escaped before. We need to start figuring out a way to get him to come out..." Freddy have an evil smile, "I have an idea. Come," he said, gesturing for them to follow. " Vincent might be listening to us."

They nodded and followed him. Cheyenne swallowed, beginning to get nervous. What was she going to do? The animatronics have dealt with this before; they knew how to get her out whether she wanted to or not. The problem, however, was HOW were they going to do it? She sat there for a while, contemplating what to do next when all of a sudden she started to smell smoke.

Her eyes widened, was she imagining it? It was stupid, but she needed to make sure they weren't just pulling her leg... She began crawling towards the smell, it was getting stronger, making her start to cough. She stopped there, rubbing her eyes. They weren't pulling her leg. They were burning something. They were trying to smoke her out.

Hurriedly, Cheyenne began crawling away from the smoke. But as she crawled, the metal beneath her hands was starting to become warm. She gasped, pulling her hand up from the burning metal. What were they doing to cause the metal to get up like this?! She tried crawling, trying to keep her screams contained as she felt her hands and knees burning.

Where could she go? Everywhere was hot, her hands were burning and she didn't know what to do. She came to another split end and looked down it. She sniffed the air, her eyes widening. No smoke. She began crawling that way, the metal becoming cooler the further she went. She gave a small laugh of relief.

She stopped there and laid down, resting her burns on the cool relief of the metal. As she laid there, a horrible thought came to mind: was she going to die here? The thought made her tear up, was she going to be able to escape?

Was she going to see her family again? Not that they would care, she scoffed. Her mom didn't give a damn, nor did her sister. She didn't know where the hell her dad was... No one would care if she was gone. The only people who truly cared about her were Ann and Ja- Her eyes widened. JADE! He could come and help her!

Frantically, Cheyenne began feeling around for her phone, finding both her pockets and boots empty except for her knife. She had left it in the office. She gave a slight groan. How was she going to grab her phone and get back up here without being found out? She sighed and pushed herself up, wincing at the sensitive burns on her hands. She began crawling towards the office, hoping no one was around to hear her.

When she reached the vent that had led her up here, she peered through the grate, seeing if anyone was in there. The room was empty. Carefully, she lowered the grate and dropped it onto her roller chair, wincing at the slight thud it made. She waited there for a minute before climbing down. Gingerly, she climbed out. There was barely enough room for her to turn around for her to go feet first. She dropped to the floor, crouching to absorb the impact. Again, she listened to see if anyone was coming. Silence.

She tiptoed over to her desk, opening the drawers to find not only her phone, but a paper as well. She decided to look at it later; rolling up the paper, she stuck it in her boot and began sifting through the things in her desk.

She found a couple things that could help, but not much. She glanced at her bag, pressing her lips together. She couldn't take it with her, it wouldn't fit in the vent... She sighed and closed the drawers. She leaned against the desk breathing in the cold air. Those animatronics had hurt her.

She didn't know how bad the burns were, but they stung like hell. With a sigh, she pushed of her desk and went over to her roller chair. She moved the grate and climbed up on the chair, reaching out for the vent. Without warning, the chair rolled out from under her, making Cheyenne Yelp and thus against the wall. She clawing to get inside the vent, but her hands hurt too much. In the hall, someone was running. Cheyenne desperately tried to pull herself in, but didn't have the strength. She was too tired. She felt someone grab her, "I've got you!" Freddy yelled, gripping her harder.

She yelled as his nails pressed into her skin, probably puncturing it in a couple areas. He pulled her away from the vent, and walked out of the office with a thrashing security guard.

Did you like it? I hope so! I'll try to get better on my updates, 'kay? Sorry again! And like I said before, if you're interested, I'm on Wattpad now!

Kisses,

Calamity Crisis ^3^