Principal: Please just...wake up.

Principal: I-I don’t know! -gets stuff that’s left in kit- This I guess? Fuck, I don’t care anymore. -puts long bandage around Playtime’s neck.-

: see for yourself.

Janitor

Principal: I-I don’t know.

Principal: H-How about this? This looks major.

Principal: -puts bandages and stuff over the small cuts, then having to deal with the big throat slit that didn’t kill her, yet.-

Principal: Thanks! -grabs stuff-

^i guess we stay on the beach idk^

~insert them leaving and going to the hospital since the cuts, bruises, and that frickin throat slice were hurting like hell.~

Principal: Jack, can I borrow your car? I need to get Playtime to the hospital! /// Janitor: Oh geez! Okay. -gives him keys-

Principal: SHOOT! -Speed runs over to Playtime, picking her up.- We gotta do something!

Playtime: -lifts her head out of water, seeing the cut near her throat bleed only a lil bit.- How...But...why? I.. uh....

Playtime: -starts to bleed really badly- -holds her breath I guess-

Playtime: -Starts to silently cry- ..I-I’m....Sorry.

Playtime: No problem...I guess.

Playtime: ;-;

Playtime: AHGH! OWIE!!!

Playtime: -walks over to Tori and gives her the first aid kit-

Playtime: ! Owie.