Dr. NoSleep (host)

The bullet rips through the burlap hem of Tattletail's mask and into what I now see as the white-skinned flesh of his neck.

A gout of blood spurts up, his hand goes limp on the gun, and I rip it away.

As I'm scrambling off him, I glimpse the edge of a tattoo and the divot at the base of his neck.

It looks strikingly familiar.

Feeling the energy drain from me, I look over my shoulder to see that Sipes has passed out.

At least, I hope he's only passed out.

Turning my attention back to Tattletail, I reach out and pull the burlap mask off.

The doctor from back at the Foundation site looks up at me.

He smiles, despite the considerable amount of blood leaving his body.

What the hell?

I ask, growing tired, leaning against the wall.

The doctor sits up, still smiling.

I raise my gun, but he moves fast, pulling it from my hand, not urgently.

It's okay, he says, leaning over me.

Just close your eyes.

Go to sleep.

It's okay.

I glance at my blood-soaked shirt.

I think of my dogs.

I hope when the dog sitter doesn't hear from me, she'll take care of them.