Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

She sprang away from it, pushing off the wall to get away, to move before it
saw her, but the edge of the stage caught her foot. She stumbled forward, momentarily
becoming entangled in the curtain. She struggled to get free when suddenly the thing’s
arm jerked up, and the hook slashed at her arm. She ducked away too late, and it cut her,
the pain shocking, like freezing water. She tripped backward, and felt herself falling for
long seconds, and then she was caught.
“Charlie? Are you ok?”
It was John, he had caught her. She tried to nod, but she was shaking. She
looked at her arm: there was a cut above the elbow, almost four inches long. It was
bleeding freely, and she covered it with her hand, the gaps between her fingers welling
over as her own blood leaked through.
“What happened?” It was Marla, rushing up behind her. “Charlie, I’m so sorry,
I must have hit a button that caused it to move. Are you okay?”
Charlie nodded, a little less shaky. “I’m fine,” she said. “It’s not that bad.” She
moved her arm around experimentally. “See? No nerve damage,” she said. “I’ll be
fine.”
Carlton, Jessica, and Lamar came hurrying out of the control room.
“We should take her to the E.R.,” Carlton said.
“I’m fine,” Charlie insisted. She stood up, refusing John’s help, and bracing
herself on the stage for a moment. She heard her Aunt Jen’s voice in her head. How
much blood have you lost? You don’t need to go to a hospital. She could move her arm
just fine, and she would not bleed to death from this. She felt dizzy, though.
“Charlie, you look like a ghost,” John said. “We need to get you out of here.”
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