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Dave didn’t immediately open his eyes when he woke up. He just laid unmoving where he was, and absently listened to something shuffle around nearby, as well as a high pitched rhythmic beeping.. As he slowly regained full consciousness, Dave realized that his entire body hurt. He tried to move, but he screamed in pain and his eyes shot open, only to be blinded by the massive light shining over him.
“Hello?” Dave croaked out his weak and aching throat. “Help me…”
“Ah, William,” a calm, familiar voice said. “Are you awake?”
Before Dave could respond, he felt something cold trail down his neck, and it immediately stung like hell. “Ow!” Dave yelped. “Henry… what’s happening?”
Henry hummed, “You must not remember. We were rehearsing for our opening performance tomorrow, at Fredbear’s. You must have been dancing too clumsily, because the springlocks in your suit snapped out of place and impaled you.”
Dave felt the cold, burning sensation on his neck again, and grunted in pain. “It hurts…” he tried to reach for Henry, but was unable to move his arm. Dave opened his eyes slightly to avoid being blinded again, and what he saw horrified him.
He was lying naked on a surgical bed. Henry was standing at his side. The doctor held a bloody alcohol wipe, and had a large bandage taped onto his face, but Dave hardly took notice of it. Dave’s vitals were being taken and showed on the beeping monitor at his other side. There was an IV taped to his arm and a catheter taped to his leg. His wrists and ankles were restrained by leather straps. Worst of all, his body was covered by giant, fresh scars.
Dave tried to struggle against his restraints. He wanted to tear out the needle and the tube, to run and hide in his bed, but he was so weak and in so much pain that he just shook like a leaf. His breath sped up and he began sweating. The sweat stung his newly stitched cuts, and tears stung his eyes.
“Henry, stop… it hurts,” he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted Henry to stop doing. He had already thrown away the alcohol wipes and was washing his hands in the sink. “Henry…”
Henry made his way back over to his patient. He held Dave’s cheek in one hand, and wiped away the tears that were now streamed down his face, “Shhhh, it will all be over soon, boy. Just trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
Dave continued shaking and crying and mumbling pleas for Henry to stop his suffering. His hand grabbed around for anything to hold onto, which eventually clenched tightly around Henry’s shirt.
Henry sighed and pulled a clear mask from behind Dave. “I suppose that this will be easier for both of us if you go back to sleep while I finish my work, won’t it?”
Henry put the mask over Dave’s mouth and nose.
Dave actually began to struggle. He felt like the mask was suffocating him, and he shook his head violently despite the pain. Henry hushed him again as he began to lose consciousness, and that was the last thing he saw before everything went black.