Charlotte's eyes slowly forced themselves open. It was like it was a task to keep them open for more than ten minutes at a time. She didn't know how long she'd been doing this; hours, days, weeks, who knew? All she knew was that she was here.
And she was not safe.
Every once and a while she would see a dim light in the distance. She'd try to go towards it; maybe there was an exit, or better. Death. But every time she could finally feel a smile of hope being brought onto her face, she was brought back by the evil that was William Afton.
That damn yellow serum kept her alive.
What did she do to deserve this? What did any of them do to deserve this? Maybe it was karma for something they did in their past lives... maybe. Or maybe it was just William being... William.
'Nobody's evil without a reason...', she thought to herself. 'There has to be a reason. A source of it all...' She looked around, as if that would help. And maybe it would.
She spotted a scalpel. "What the..."
A scalpel? Why would William Afton have a scalpel?
She supposed that didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was to escape. And then she could finally pass over. Move on from this wretched world and be with her father again.
But she had to stop fantasizing. She needed to get over there... but how?
She shuffled her feet, slightly scraping her ankles that were being held back by the rope. She didn't bother to wince; after dying twice, you'd be past pain. And she definitely was.
She tried to jump; well, the best you could jump being tied to a chair. With a grunt, she scooted forward by just a bit. She did this a few more times, slowly inching towards the cart the scalpel was set on.
Forward, forward, forward; she was almost there. Just a little more...
She scooted forward until the desk was right under her chin. She leaned forward the best she could and finally grasped the scalpel in between her teeth. She spat it out onto the floor and spun around, her foot twitching.
CRASH
"Oh, crap..." she muttered. Her cheek now settled onto the grimy floor, but that didn't matter. She used all her strength to turn herself onto her stomach. The chair weighed on her back. She took a moment to catch her breath.
She forced her head to look forward; it was just a few inches away. She was almost out of this hell hole.
Her bare knees scraped the floor, a few small drops of blood escaping. With a grunt, she used her knees to push her forward.
It was right in front of her nose. Perfect. She rotated, her knees getting more scrapes and scratches. She fell down on her side again; she could feel the scalpel. She reached her hand as far as it would go and...
She did it. She had succeeded. It was right in her hands. She smiled. She smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. She was so, so close.
She sawed through the thick rope, careful not to cut her hands. It was certainly more difficult without seeing it, considering her hands were tied to the back of the wooden chair.
This was it. She felt her hand loosen. The string had broken. She flexed her fingers in accomplishment. She reached for the rope tied to her waist; it was making it harder to breathe.
Back and forth, back and forth...
Crrrack
She took a deep breath in; she was almost done. She bent down for her feet.
Slam!
"Charlotte Emily..." a British voice rang. Charlie panicked. She sawed faster, hoping- praying- that it would work.
"Where do you think you're going, lab rat?"
She felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
"No-"
"Please-"
"No-"
"NOOOOOO!"
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