Thread:Freddy's little helper/@comment-25826165-20150815195903/@comment-25826165-20150825015216

She suddenly froze, her pupils shrinking. (PTSD) All she could see was Y suffering on the ground, blood rapidly spilling from his neck and legs because of what she was too weak to prevent. On the side was her child, Grey, unconscious on the ground with red around his nose. "I-I'm so sorry." she mumbled, horrified.

Janette shook her head and had an awkward smile. "Y-Yeah, he's fine."