Dr. NoSleep (host)

Sipes gets shot in the face with my gun.

I've relived that incident so many times in my head, thinking about all the things I should have done differently.

Here's my chance.

Keeping my hands where they are, I yank my knees up and drop my hips, forcing my attacker to take all my weight.

As I hoped, he bends forward at the waist, unable to hold me up.

Halfway through my fall, I kick my legs against the floor, shoving backward,

knocking my attacker off balance.

We both stumble backward, but I propel us with my legs until we slam into a wall.

The impact loosens his arm.

I suck in a painful breath.

Seeing my chance, I let go of his hand on my still-holstered gun, hoping my gamble will pay off.

With both hands, I grab his arm across my neck and yank it down as I jerk forward at the waist, flipping my attacker over me and onto the floor.

As he lands, I see that I've made a mistake.

He has my pistol in his hand!

Smiling with his zipper mouth, he aims the gun up at me.

My first instinct is to flee.

I quash it, knowing it would be a death sentence for Sipes.

Instead, I throw myself onto Tattletail, even as he fires the pistol into my chest.

The bullet's impact rips my breath away, but I manage to get my hands on the pistol even as blood rushes from the wound.

As we battle over the gun, I get it aimed at his neck and pull the trigger with his finger, an eerily familiar act for me.