Tooth Fairy

I run into the study, rejoicing that I was able to beat this nonsense. But having seen the chair and a bunch of instruments around it, I understand that in vain I seem to have been in such a hurry to get into this torture . Sinisterly scratching ballpoint pen about a sheet of paper, threateningly playing on the sun guns of my forthcoming torments, and the clock on the wall with every tick read me the verdict.
Again. And again. We have to run away from here! I turn to hide from the eye of my executioner's accomplice as soon as possible, but I am imprinted into something. wool. Slowly I raise my eyes and see before me that very joker who tried not to let me into the office before him. - She got caught - demonically shines with her black eyes, and a second later his chest laughter is heard, as in the real horror film.