Battered and Broken

Survival

I survived it, though there's a massive drill-figure in my stomach. I assume she used it many times since it somehow only broke when it hit. Nonetheless, my main objective now is to reach home without that creepy ass rabbit trying to kill me... Again.

I should leave this thing in my stomach, since it's keeping the blood in, but even so I could die. If I try to call the ambulance and they think about using DNA scans or some shit on me I'm definitely getting some jail time. The only way I could survive this is if I call my old pal back. If he trusted me as a late worker he should treat me like a patient.

But my phone is still at home... So the only way I can get to it is by leaving this place.

I take a straight, left, straight, left, straight, and right. There's an exit but it seems blocked off by some metal. Suddenly there's a hiss and something grabbing my arm. It's too weak to pull me up, however. I kind of recognize it though. Something weak or short that hisses... It couldn't possibly be Sammy, right? Did he seriously build this establishment over a sewer drain? And on the stage?

Hey buddy! Could you get me outta here? I'm in a bit of a pickle if you don't mind gettin' some of your other friends to help as well.

He seemed to understand as he walked to find some other friends of his. So it was Sammy... I wonder who else is here with him, still in this old Mallplex. 

He runs back with another animatronic, brown in colour with a sweet swirled hairdo. Pretty fashionable I must say.

And who is this exactly? A kangaroo?

It looked down at me in a disappointed way.

"Excuse me, does a sewer boy like you know his manners? They call me Will, Will the Wallaby! And you should be introducing yourself too hun, before I pull you out of that stinkin' skunk's home of yours. . ."

The name is Thomas, I got mauled by a robotic rabbit girl, saw an eye pop out of her socket, and got stabbed in the stomach by some... Drill looking thing she had...

"Stabbed? This seems like an emergency issue! Sammy, get the first aid kit and call the ambula-"

DON'T YOU DARE CALL THE AMBULANCE.

THEY'LL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME.

I'M ALREADY ON THE LINE RIGHT NOW AND AFTER THEY'RE DONE WITH ME THEY'LL PUT ME IN SOME... FREAK INSANE ASYLUM!

Will stared at me, expressionless but also sympathetic in a way.

"You won't go anywhere like that I promise! We'll make sure you're okay before they get here."

Will smiled and pulled me out of the sewer drain, as I was screaming and begging not to have the ambulance called.

I'm doomed, they'll know it was me all along... What do I do now?

I just let it all happen, when suddenly a girl with short pigtails and a green shirt approaches me.

"Sir? Are you alright?"

All I can do is nod, crying my eyes out to the point where she just looks like a blurry figure.

"Would you like for me to help you out?" She asks kindly and willingly, like she was destined to help a poor man like me out.

Of course, ma'am, I wouldn't mind.

And just like that, A sharp pain coursing through my stomach. She pulls out the drill and pushes it back in, over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over. I can't feel my legs anymore... Or my arms, or my head. It's like I'm lightly hovering over my body, in constant aches and agony. All I can do it wait. Maybe I'll end up like Hope, and I'll possess some being. Perhaps Will? Sammy? Becket? It'll take time I'm sure, I know she had to learn to move the hard way.