Accidents happen behind the scenes all the time, but when it's life threatening for one of the cast that changes everything.

You can send flowers, get well cards and stuffed animals to her for a quick recovery. ^.^ Enjoy!

RING RING! RING RING! RING RING!

A call this late at night was the last thing the author expected.

It was well past midnight and the author was about ready to retire to her bed and sleep like the dead, if not better than that. But before she could even begin to think about sleep her cellphone had begun ringing loudly, vibrating in her pocket. She wanted to ignore it and could have ignored it but chose not to this time. She had learned the hard way of what happens when you ignore important calls. /Still trying to fix the fucking camera and recording system./ She let out a sigh. /Goddamn Joker and his stupid pranks!/

Unpocketing her phone the author held the phone to her ear and answered. "What happened now? And don't fucking sugarcoat this one." she said with a very irritated tone.

"You need to get down here! Amy is hurt badly!" Nick shouted urgently, almost damaging the author's ear.

"Wait, what? What the fuck happened to Amy?" she asked, now being wide awake.

"I don't know what the fuck happened just get your ass down here! She needs to go to the hospital!" he shouted. "Amy you still hanging in- Oh shit! Put pressure on the wound! Don't let her lose anymore blood!"

Nick hung up the phone, leaving the author in silence. It was a lot to take in but having to go and see it for herself would be even more for her to take in as well. So without further hesitation the author packed a bag with some of her belongings and headed out the door, making her way to the set as quickly as possible.

Upon arrival she was met with a horrifying sight.

The smell of blood hit her like a punch to the face. It overwhelmed her sense of smell to the point of vomitting. She could see several spots of blood, some small while others were larger. She saw the cast members along with a few staff members in a circle, surrounding something important in the middle. The author had no doubt that it was Amy, but she could only imagine what she looked like right now.

The author made her way over to the circle where they parted enough for her to get through. She was met with the sight of Amy laying on the floor in a pool of what must be her own blood while bleeding heavily from her stomach and shoulder. /Sonofabitch, I told her to wear the fucking vest./ Amy was completely pale and barely looked to be alive.

Nick was knelt on the floor, supporting Amy's upper half on his lap, doing his best to hold her up as well as keep her awake. Amy's eyes were barely open and she didn't even look like she was breathing. "Amy you fucking stay awake or I'll kick your ass!" Nick shouted, on the verge of tears when his voice cracked.

Amy's stomach and shoulder were both covered with hand towels but they were soaked in blood. The author knelt down and pulled out a few hand towels she had packed before leaving, giving one to Nick while holding the other. They both removed the bloody towels and pressed the new ones on Amy's wounds.

"Aaaauuggghhh!" Amy yelled out. "Motherfucker cockbiting fucktard!"

"I called 911. They should be here in a minute." Nick spoke, looking at the author.

She gave a nod in understanding. "Go with her and watch over her. Tell me what happens."

No sooner did the ambulance finally show up as two paramedics came in with a stretcher, carefully lifting Amy onto the stretcher before wheeling her to the ambulance. Nick quickly followed after them, staying by Amy's side while holding her hand tightly in his own hand.

Amy did her best to keep her eyes open, cringing a bit when the lights of the ambulance hit her eyes. "Hey...it's the...a-am-amburlambs..." she muttered, managing to make Nick smile a little, only to have it quickly fade when she started coughing violently.

The author watched in silence as they put her in the back and drove off to the hospital. It would be hard not to worry about Amy, especially after seeing her in the state she was in. Right now it was difficult for the author to even make out what just happened because it was hard for herself to accept it. Either way in the end time would tell of Amy's fate.

She looked back at the cast and staff, all of them still surprisingly silent. "All of you get some sleep. No scene takes until I say so." And with that said they quietly left...except for one. "Foxy." she said, the word causing the animatronic to stop in his tracks.

There were two Foxy's; one from the first game and the withered Foxy from the second game. How Withered Foxy knew the author called out to him was unknown but deep inside he knew she meant him. He did not want to talk with the author, let alone even look at her, but sooner or later he would have to face this. Better now than later.

The author waited until everyone else had completely left before turning her full attention on him. "This was not your fault." she spoke in a soft tone. "I told Amy to wear the fucking vest to avoid injury but she didn't listen just like she didn't listen when I told her to wear the shoulder pads when Mangle bit her on set." she paused for a few seconds before continuing. "Whatever anyone else says, this is not your fault. Mistakes that we can't take back happen. But this doesn't make it your fault."

Withered Foxy felt a little better, giving the author a nod, but still had a feeling of guilt deep inside. "Go and get some sleep. You need it after tonight."

With that said Withered Foxy left the author alone to her own thoughts. She let out a sigh and searched for a mop and a bucket of water.

This would be one sleepless night to remember.