Sally's Pov
I sneak into the medical room that all of the adults had kept me from entering, sneaking past Slenderman before I crawl into the medical bed that Y/N was in, watching the monitor that barely registered a heartbeat before I look back down at the human that loved daddy. Surely she was in so much pain? Isn't it selfish to force someone to keep living when they don't want to? I look around at the other adults in the room before I grab the knife lodged in Y/N's chest, taking a deep breath as I slowly slide it out before I raise it high above my head as tears stream down my cheeks.
"I don't want you in pain," I whisper, closing my eyes tight and slamming the knife down towards Y/N's chest, my green eyes snapping open in shock to a gentle hand catches my wrist and keeps it from going any further.
"You know, even if it's just a knife you should never close your eyes when attacking. It leaves you open to be hurt and you might miss your mark, just like using a gun," a soft voice declares, a pink tentacle removing the knife and tossing it to the floor before a pair of familiar arms surround me.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't want you to be in any more pain!" I cry, hard hiccups leaving my chest as I bury into the warmth of my teacher's chest, barely registering the other adults waking in the room. "I was so scared and worried."
"Those tears really don't fit something as beautiful as you. How can I smile if you're crying?" Y/N's voice softly whispers, her gentle hands tilting my chin so I was looking up at her instead of away. "Where's my smile?"
"You were dead. What's there to smile for?" I hiccup, rubbing at my eyes with sniffles as I take deep breaths to calm myself down.
"I was almost dead. I'd like a smile so I know I'm not still living in a nightmare. Maybe this will help?" Y/N asks softly, reaching into her gown and producing one of the first pictures I had drawn for her, my green eyes widening to the expression on her face. "It's my last one but my most important. You can have it back if you'd like."
"Nuh-uh. It was for you so you have to keep it," I hiccup, a bright smile coming to my lips as I force Y/N to take back the picture before I throw myself into her chest with a soft giggle. "You're not aloud to return my gifts 'kay?"
"People will have to fight me for it," Y/N declares, the smile evident in her voice.
"Y/N is it really you?" A voice asks, a familiar black tentacle wrapping around my waist as its body's hand cups Y/N's cheek.