Dance with Me

Hello? Where am I?
he wondered.
Weirdly, he couldn’t move his lips.
What the heck?

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It seemed like a long time passed. Finally, he heard something like a
zipping sound, then a bright light appeared around him. There was a man
above him wearing clear goggles, a blue cloth cap, and a face mask
covering his nose and mouth. Was he a doctor?
Hey, dude, you got to help me. I feel weird.
Pete figured he must be at the hospital. He’d been hurt by the truck. He
remembered. He was trying to get to the pizza place, but he’d forgotten the
rule his mom had ingrained in him since he was little. To look both ways
before crossing the freaking street. Well, now he’d be fixed with some
surgery. Relief flooded over him. He’d get fixed up and then he and Chuck
would face Foxy together and then it would all be over. Finally.
Another man appeared above Pete, looking down with sad eyes.
“Poor kid. So young,” he said.
“Yeah, hate it when they’re young like this.”
“Really a shame. Gives me chills sometimes.”
“Because of your own kids, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be sure to give them an extra hug when I see them.”
“Me too.”
The two men lifted up Pete’s body and set him on a hard table.
Hey, guys, for some reason I can’t move. What’s the matter with me? Did
you give me something to numb me? This is kind of freaking me out and I’ve
had a really bad week, you know? So please tell me everything is okay.
A terrible thought dawned on Pete. 
Oh no, did the truck hurt my legs?
Will I be able to walk again? Is that why I can’t feel them? Why won’t you
talk to me, guys? I need answers! I need help!
One man put his gloved fingers above Pete’s eyes. “Weird.”
“What?”
“I can’t close his eyelids. It’s like they’re frozen open.”
“It’s happened before.”
“Yeah, but I don’t like it. I want ’em closed.”
The other man laughed. “Suck it up, buttercup. We have work to do.” He
picked up a handheld screen. “One good thing, says here the kid’s an organ
donor.”
Wait. What?
“Yeah, parts of him are going to some lucky recipients. He’s young, his
organs are healthy. We got to work fast, though.”

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No! There’s a mistake! I’m okay! I’m not ready to give up my organs.
Mom! Dad! Where are you? Don’t let them do this to me!
The men grabbed large scissors and started to cut his clothes away. A
few minutes later music filled the room.
Wait a minute … is this another nightmare? Am I dreaming? Please let
this be a bad dream. Let this not be real. Wake up, now, Pete! Wake the hell
up!
“You got plans, tonight?”
“Yeah, taking the kids to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. They love that place.”
“My kids love that place, too. Those animatronic things kind of freak me
out, but the kids love ’em. Whatever makes them happy.”
Stop! I’m alive! You can’t take my organs before I’m dead! Someone help
me! Please!
The first man grabbed a scalpel and placed its point onto Pete’s chest.
“Oh, hold up a minute,” the other man said, reading again from the
screen.
“What’s up?”
Oh thank goodness. Tell him this is all a mistake. Tell him I’m still alive.
Tell him not to cut me open!
“We have an urgent case, in need of the eyes and one hand. Says here the
kid is an exact match. The hand doesn’t have much damage. It’ll work but
we got to put everything on ice quickly. The transport will be here before
we know it. Let’s do that first.”
Noooooooo!
The man with the scalpel looked down at Pete. “Good job, kid. You’re
going to help a lot of people.” He retrieved small forceps with his other
hand. The second man turned on a small buzz saw, the blade spinning into a
circular blur.
“Let’s get to work.”
Pete began to hear Foxy’s music play in his head …