*Silver*
I heard the gears starting to turn, and Chica turned on. I reached up to close the hatch and she saw me.
"Get off me kid!" She exclaimed, turning around and smashing me in the chest. I flew back a couple of feet tumbling behind the curtains. I lay there on my back, as blood slowly ran down the side of my mouth. I saw the curtain tear open as Bonnie slowly dragged me out onto the stage. They were all surrounding me, except for Chica who was still in the same position.
"Ye' be alright 'lassie?" Foxy asked. My only response was a groan as I slowly shut my eyes.
"Come on kid stay awake!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"Before we know it this is gonna be another '87" Freddy panicked. I slowly opened my eyes again groaning some more.
"Where does it hurt 'lassie?" Foxy asked. I groaned,
"Everywhere..."
"Can ye' stand up 'lassie?" Foxy asked. I slowly pushed myself up gripping my stomach.
"Is she gonna be alright?" Bonnie asked.
"Lemme' see 'lassie" Foxy said. I slowly unzipped my sweatshirt and took it off. Then using his hand, Foxy lightly touched my stomach.
"Nothin' more then a broken rib and some bruises 'lassie" Foxy said, taking his hand off.
"Don't they have some bandages and ice in the managers office?" Bonnie asked.
"Yeah, but we don't have a key card to get in" Freddy said. I grabbed my sweatshirt and pulled out a card on a lanyard. and I handed it to them.
"I can...only use it to get in...places. I can't...use it to...get out..." I said.
"Thanks, we'll go get the supplies" Bonnie said, walking of the stage with Freddy. They walked towards the managers office, passing Chica, they stopped.
"I suggest you prepare yourself" Bonnie said.
"Pfft. Why?" Chica asked.
"Because, Goldy isn't going to be too happy with you."