Frankie searched around the park for any medical supplies, before finally finding a medkit, making his way back to his Camera room, where you sat, your arm bloody and sleeve rolled up. Frankie huffed, sitting down (A little awkwardly due to having springs for limbs), and starting to patch up your arm.

” You Need to be more careful, lucky! I cant have you dying before the next season, can I? How did this even happen?? “ He said. Lucky was a nickname he gave you, not wanting to use your real name. Your identity had to be kept secret, what if someone hacked a camera or something and heard him say your name?

He sighed like some sort of disappointed parent, as he spoke up again. ” You can start being reckless once the next season starts airing, but for now, try not to die for once! “