Five Nights Of Regret (VanossCrew Fanfiction)

[Chapter 11]

Well, I noticed that I forgot the fourth night phone call from the game in chapter 9. . .My bad!

Enjoy!
~Nesa
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Fifth Night

The guys decided to stick together in the office and help each other. Already all of the animatronics were off the stage but Foxy was still hidden behind his curtains. Though, what surprised them the most was the phone started ringing.

Once the ringing stopped all the guys stayed quiet but still continued to keep their guard up. Soon a static went off in the phone and after a demonic sound or garble was ringing throughout the room. It's like one of the animatronics were talking to them.

Once the call ended, the guys all had been scared shitless with the sound of the demonic garble. They all looked at each other and hoped for the best.

"Fuck, Chica is in the kitchen which gives Freddy a good advantage to come and babysit the right hall." Brock says and Delirious prepared himself for Freddy's visit. Evan soon shut the door as he saw Bonnie after he turned on the light. Tyler and Brock turn to Evan and made sure he was okay, once that was settled, they both continued on watching over the cameras and to their luck, Foxy was peeking out of his curtains.

"He Bonnie left Evan? We are loser power each second." Tyler asks as he switched off the monitors and turned to look at Evan. Evan turned on the light and Bonnie's shadow was there. Evan looks at Tyler and shakes his head a no.

"Jon! Freddy is right outside the door!" Brock yells and Jonathan quickly pressed the button so Freddy couldn't sneak in and kill them. Jon slipped to the floor and tried to calm his beating heart.

"That was close." Brock says as he held out his hand for Jon to reach. Jonathan slowly got up and thank Brock for warning him about Freddy. Brock got back to his spot next to Tyler and was eyeing the monitors like a hawk.

"Chica is in the kitchen making a lot of noise." Tyler says and Evan opens the door then sighs in relief knowing that Bonnie has left. Though, he knows it's not time to celebrate, Foxy is probably preparing his mile run by now.

"Damn, it's barely 1:30 and we are at 63%." Brock says and he runs his hand through his hair then looks around the room like if there was something that can help him reduce the power from going down any lower.

"There's nothing we can do Brock but we can save the power if Freddy can stop being a fuckboy." Tyler says and flips the camera to where Chica has taken the spot of Freddy.

"Jon, Chica is outside, you can open it." Brock says and Jonathan opens it.

They stayed like that with a certain method, open the door, close it, check the monitor, open, close, check. . .it was an ongoing thing.

"What time is it?" Jon asks and Brock's eyes widen at the time.

"3:40. . ." Brock checks the percentage of the power and it showed 30%.

"Damn, I don't think we are gonna make it." Tyler breaths out and rubs the back of his head.

Evan watched as Bonnie slowly made his way back to the left door he was guarding. This night is horrific and hard. Though, he had hope for him and his friends, they have lasted this long.

Again, Freddy's laughter filled the room which was a signal for Jonathan to close the door. Jonathan wipes his forehead as it started getting hot from all the isolation in this tiny room, they hardly left the doors open since the animatronics were always coming back.

It felt like they were stuck in the place for like ever. They all wanted to rest and sleep for the whole night but the fear of them dying at the very moment their eyes shut was clinging on to them. It haunted them, the lack of sleep was killing them.

"What the hell. . .I am sick of this shit already." Tyler complains and checks the time on his phone, 4:45.

"We can handle it guys. It's almost 5. . .we got this." Evan says as he opens the door and sighs in relief.

"But. . .we have 25% power left!" Brock yells causing both Evan and Jon to stare at eachother with the loss of hope. The four men looked at each other in search for a solution to their problem. . .but, no luck.

Once again, Jonathan shuts the door and Evan does the same. They both walk towards Tyler and Brock. They all stand there, thinking about their last few moments together. Tyler checks the percentage and it was 18%.

"Well, at least we will die doing what we love, playing a video game." Brock says in a low tone and Evan looks down, denying his fate.

"It's 5:20, we can probably make it!" Evan says out of the blue, he quickly turns around and opens his door to see nobody was there. Jonathan runs the the right door and opens it to see Freddy wasn't there.

They all had just a little hope. They know they will make it.

"10%. . ." Whispered Tyler. Its 5:40 already but the clock is slowly going by.

"6%. . ."

They all looked at eachother but then they heard a certain clanking sound. Tyler checks the monitor and Foxy was on his way. They all freak out and as Evan ran to shut the door, Foxy has already made it in, letting out a loud scree in the process.

"Ahh! Shit." Evan says as he held his hands over his ears. The guys all ran out the right door with Evan close behind but as they ran. . .

Everything went Dark.

"Shit. . .Evan? Where are you?" Jon asks concerned through his phone but to his surprise, he heard Evan running towards them.

"Damn. . .That was close." Evan says and soon, Freddy started playing his jingle in the dark as he approached them. They were wrong.

He wasn't approaching them but yet was approaching someone else in the opposite corner.

Brock.

"No!" Evan yelled as he ran to protect Brock but it was too late.

"Its all right E-Evan. . ." Brock says as Freddy held him up by his neck.

"This is the final night, doesn't matter if I die, we did it. . ." With that, Freddy forcefully shoved Brock against the wall which made Brock cough up blood. Soon, Freddy punched Brock, cracking his skull.

"Shit. . .Damn. . ." Evan was speechless, stuck on his spot like glue. Soon the 6 am chime rang throughout the pizzeria and Evan looked at the two left behind him. He smiled at them and ran to hug them. They did it, the fifth night was done.

"I don't think it's time to celebrate. . " The creators voice echoes throughout the Pizzeria. The guys look at the ceiling in confusion.

"It's time for us to go home, so why wouldn't we celebrate?" Jonathan says.

"Because. . You still have the Sixth Night."