Fix it & Survive (Backrooms)

Part 4 - The Infirmary

WARNING!: This story does contain will contain gore, violence, kidnapping, maybe profanity, mental illnesses and trauma, etc.

(In case you forgot.)

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(Caretaker Partypooper's POV)

*Knocks on the door* 

- Give me a sec!- Yells someone from behind the door, clearly upset. It's probably Malik, he's always overworked, can't get a break.

*Opens the door*

- Oh, Liam, I already told you that the medication is coming tomorrow.- Malik asked, with a confused look on his face, until he saw me carrying 168, with their head bleeding out. f

- Oh my, come on in, quickly!- Malik dragged me inside, and insisted that I put 168 on the bed. - I'll take care of them from here, you go on now.- 

- Sure, just make sure he comes back in one piece- I say, with a smirk on my face.

(Child partypooper #168's POV)

-Ugh, my head....- I thought, as it hurts just to open my eyes.  As a flutter my eyes open, I try to look around, while laying down. I can barely move a muscle, and its probably because of my head injury. This place is extremely bright, but looked abandoned, with scratches on the walls. There's another partypooper in the corner, maybe I could ask them where we are. 

-Um... excuse me?- I politely try to gain their attention. They immediately look in my direction, and a shadow with a bloody  S M I L E on its creepy face. They slowly turn their body to me, with blood dripping off them, and their twisted body trying to properly stand up. - What.... what happened to.... you?- I stuttered, trying to get away from them, but to no avail, my body wouldn't move an inch. 

-Ỉ̶̥͔̜ͅt̵̳͎͔͚͆͝͠͠s̵̳̩͚̎ ̷̨̻͎͍̾͆C̵̦̟͖̔̉̀Ô̴̝̯M̴͈̄̅I̸͍̱̩̾͘Ň̴͔̈́͊͘G̸̯̤̦̅͌.̵̛̝̝̳̊͛͝ ̶͉̗̳̦͛͠P̵̦͝R̶̰͇̤̀̂Ě̶̝͚Ṗ̸̼͠͠Ȃ̷̧̟̼̆R̶͍̅Ę̴̮͠͝.̸͇͕͝ ̸̗̋̋ - They gurgled, as their pale scarred hands grabbed surgical knife, and proceeded to violently slit their own throat in front of me. The lights flickered shades of red, while shouts and screams filled the room. There were people being stabbed, tortured, shot, and it was all I could see. 

- STOP IT! PLEASE STOP, STOP!- I pleaded with tears overflowing in my eyes, as a shadowy figure came closer and closer to me. 

- I'll be waiting for you...- the shadow screeched as it lunged forward to attack me.

-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!- I shrieked at the top of my lungs, with uncontrollable sobbing following.

-168, are you okay!? - a infirmary worker came rushing towards me hugging and comforting me. -Shh, it'll be okay. Whatever you saw, it wasn't real, calm down.- they patted my back but I couldn't stop crying, it was so scary....

After a few minutes, I started to settle down, and so the worker told me that I had a head injury, but I was fine now. I was relieved, and ready to head back. The caretaker from before had come to pick me up.

- Don't worry 168, we will always be here fore you.- The worker said with a cheerful attitude.

-Okay, goodbye!- I softly said, as the caretaker walked me back to the children's room.

-Don't cause trouble now.- The caretaker warned me, as I quickly nodded my head. It was currently night time, so the caretaker asked -Do you want to be tucked in?-

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Sorry guys for uploading late, I got a lot going on now. I hope you enjoy this part!