[ Secret Neighbor ]

' Rifle Invention '

Bagger opened his eyes, it was 3am. He had slept for an hour or two, He looked around, seeing the group down the stairs, they were talking about the neighbor's mysterious diary that appeared in the master bedroom. Bagger's wounds were all patched up, no leaving injuries unsealed. He sat up, with pain starting to ache, but it was okay.

He lifted his orange backpack, and put it on his back again, he still checked if the stuff were there, non-damaged. He ruffled through his stuff placed in the bag, They were still there.

-Book's stolen from the library.

-Flashlight.

Those were the two only things he had, apart from his radio which was attached to his hanger of the bag. He stood up, and limped down the stairs towards the group.

''Hello..'' Bagger held on the fence of the stairs and waved slightly. ''Hello!'' Inventor waved back, so did like the other group did. Scout walked away from the group, and sat between a bookshelf, and another bookshelf.

She pulled out the diary, and began to read it.

-Page 6. Today.-

''I have been mostly sat here on my desk, writing stuff into this book, nothing else. Today, six kids broke into my house, yet I want them to leave, but im a elder, and can't fight properly. Trespassing is common, but yet never in my house it should happen.''

''I use my security cameras to help me find where they are, maybe I can see them right now. For me to find where they actually move, I use this button that is called a : 'Tracker.' :''

''This button helps me find these brats quicker, and they know they are in trouble once I find where they are, These kids are nosy to find out whats in my basement, little do they know I hid keys around the house, But- They are just going about every where, I can't keep track of where they are going.''

''Yet today, I was praying on my dead wife's grave, for me to have a normal life with.. them again.''

-The rest of the page was blank, but only had the number 6 on it, so it would show page six.-

''Hm.. a tracker?'' Scout muttered to herself. She slid the diary back in her pocket, and stood up, walked to the group. ''So, What I learned.. the neighbor tracks us - with something called a tracker.'' Scout exclaimed. ''Hm.. is it a big red button?'' Inventor put his finger on his chin.

''Not sure, but maybe.'' Scout replied with a shake of a head.

''Let's go now, Bagger is all patched up and healed.'' Leader commanded.

The group run up the stairs and race out the library, they come across a bathroom next to stairs, Brave,Detective and Leader went upstairs, and Inventor, Bagger and Scout went to the bathroom.

-Meanwhile With Scout, Inventor and Bagger.-

''Hmm.. Pretty small- '' Inventor suggested, while stuffing a pile of gears into his toolkit. ''Agreed.'' Scout jumped into the room, swinging the door closed and shifting left and right for secure. Bagger slowly crouched to the bathroom, other then searching, he hid in a closet.

Scout found nothing, neither did Inventor, then the three went upstairs. They pounced up the stairs, to see the other three searching. The room that was closed, wasn't touched. Inventor opened up the door .

-Inventor's POV-

I opened up to see a pitch black room, I couldn't see anything, So i turned on the flashlight stuck onto my saucepan. The light blinded me of the intense flicker flashing. I held onto my toolbox, with my oily gloved hand.

I slide my fingers down the cabinets and swung them open, Finding nothing, I slowly got an idea, I grabbed the gears that I took around the house and started to all plan it out on a piece of scrapped paper. I look around myself, for a secure check, no-one around me.

I invented a rifle, a toy one. I made sure the bullets do alot of damage that can atleast make you scream or even bleed, I put a strong handle so it neither doesn't slip out your hands. I smiled and attached the rifle to my belt, and grabbed my toolbox. I tugged my hand on my face and wiped the oil away from my cheeks and forehead.

I grabbed a basketball that I found laying besides the cabinet, I stared at the window in the room, soon, I charged the basketball with force, after that, all you could hear was glass shattering echoing the house. I hear a buzz coming from my radio, so I grabbed it.

''Hello, Inventor?'' Leader spoke with a calm voice.

''Yeah?'' I sat in the same room.

''Where are you? We have been looking and we found a key to escape- all of us are here expect for you-'' Leader sounded less worried, but more concerned.

''Oh, I wandered off, don't worry, I can come back now, But I created a surprise that can prevent the neighbor from getting us!'' I cheered with my happy tune like I always do.

The group nodded at Leader. ''Come here.'' Leader said calmly with those two words and ended the communication.

I decided to inspect the broken window later, and got out the room, I smiled of excitment and skipped towards them, I turn on the flashlight on my saucepan, since I'm close to them.

I return to the group and smiled with peace. ''I made a rifle!'' I slowly smiled.

-End of Inventor's POV-

''Thats good, is it supposed to damage the neighbor?'' Detective looked so curious, yet scared looking at something violent. ''Mhm.'' Inventor nodded and passed the most courgeous one the rifle, Brave. ''Why me-'' Brave pointed at her self and held it on carefully. ''Your violent, I figured it would be easier for you to shoot a man.'' Inventor spoke the truth, Brave was violent, and she knew the truth she most defneitly was.