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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Okay, that's not a cut palm, that's--that's death.
The Hive goes into a panic, wondering if there's a way to salvage this, to call an ambulance, to bring him to the Pizzeria to look a Hero and salvage your Branch's reputation at least-
But you're caked in blood and have the skin of what looks like a corpse draped over a robotic skull.
A small portion of the Hive snark at what the others expected to happen eventually, which only ignites for in-fighting.
In the end, the immediate issue is what prompts a solution:
This is a Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and that is a dying Child.
No Ghosts Allowed.
You slip out the backdoor, careful to avoid the Guests at the Playground, and move to the dying kid. He doesn't respond, just guttural noises snuffing out sobs.
You don't have to look close to know he's long past the saving point. So...
You grab his legs and carefully start to drag him into the Wood.
Hopefully he is too delirious to look and have a nice final view of a gore-soaked metallic monster to go out with.
After a few minutes, you stop dragging once you're certain you have him out of view of the Pizzeria. His chest rises slowly, the blood flow is slowing down and a blue tinge is developing about his cheeks.
You move to him, and put a gentle hand over his chest, and do your best to sound empathetic with your droning voice.
<statement>It's going to end soon, you're okay. You're going somewhere better.
You think his pupils flicked towards you, hard to say for certain... He legs tremble, and his fingers twitch in tandem. Drool starts to dribble down both sides of his mouth--
<states>It's over now, no pain.
It went on long enough, the Hive does all it can do to help at this point.
In less than a second, you grip and crush his windpipe, and take your first (accidental) Victim.
9 more Guests file in, netting you 180 USD, making your total 956 USD!
There's still a good amount of Daylight, what comes next?
