Slappy- Broken Nose

I had the jacket tight in one hand. I reached for the pocket with my other hand.
Raw pain shot over my face as Slappy swung a hard wooden fist— into my nose.
He knew where to hit. He knew what would cause the most pain.
My hands dropped away from his jacket. My eyes were covered with tears as the pain radiated over my entire head. Everything went bright red. I couldn’t see.
And through my pain I heard the evil dummy laughing.
“You should do something about that nose!” Slappy cried. And laughed again.
On my knees, I covered my face with both hands, hoping for the pain to fade. The dummy stood hunched, waiting for me to attack again.
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The dummy kicked me in the face and I loosened my grip, blinded by the red, burning pain.
My legs folded. I tried to stay up. But the next thing I knew, I was on the ground. Lying on my side. Howling in pain. I grabbed my face.
Pressed my hands against my broken, throbbing nose.

-  The Ghost of Slappy, chapter 18