Bryan's Stress [] TheFamousFilms AU

Drowning Thoughts

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Bryan lay in bed, feeling sick to his stomach with the events that have transpired recently, thoughts swirled and flooded his already disorganised mind. He'd been brought to his hotel room by Twisted Bonnie to relax after a manic episode but it didn't help him one bit, he couldn't stop the train of thought that his friends thought he was crazy. Were they truly his friends though? That's all he could think about as he lay his head on his not-so comforting pillow to let the thoughts take over his mindscape.

 After all, he began, Virtual Freddy was working against him till the very end despite pretending to be their friend. Happy Frog called Bryan a bad business owner when he couldn't save her from the electrifying death trap back in the pizzeria, which, he supposes shouldn't surprise him when everybody calls him a bad business owner as a 'joke'. Bryan could laugh it off or get offended about it but in the end only Rockstar Foxy could admit to his face that he truly didn't mean it. Whereas, everyone else seems to believe Bryan was just some 'party boy' like his old college days, the type of person who doesn't give a crap about their job, but, if they really knew Bryan, they'd know that wasn't true at all. Bryan seriously loves all his friends, everybody at his job. He loves the job itself despite the stress that follows but what he loved the most is portal. It fascinated him, it controlled his every thought, manipulated his movement.

Bryan shakes his head and lets out a strained sigh. He couldn't be thinking about the portal like that when it was the one thing that got him into the situation that poisoned his whole life. His head pounded as the thoughts overtook him, usually he would've scolded himself, told himself "No! I shouldn't be thinking like that" but the energy he had beforehand for his mental state, for his job, he struggled to uphold it. As much as he wanted to stay positive, he couldn't see a reason to anymore, I mean, after all, Lolbit and Rockstar Foxy seem to hate him now so why should he care? 

 Bryan rolled around in his bed, the thoughts swirled around like a deadly whirlpool, drowning any chance at recovery, he just couldn't escape the thoughts, even if they didn't stay long, he'd have one bad thought then jump to another trapping him in a deadly cycle until he reached insanity. Although, he already reached that he supposes. 

 He shakes his head once again to try clear his head, opening his eyes which he didn't even notice they had closed in the first place. He expected to see Twisted Bonnie standing in his room, waiting. Waiting for Bryan to stop moping and get up but seems like even Twisted Bonnie got sick of him, it was more likely that he just got distracted and went to go do something else though but Bryan didn't see it like that. He drags himself off his bed and walked over to the balcony which accompanied each hotel room, he stared into his reflection in the glass and could see he was an absolute wreck, anyone could see it. He slid the hoodie over his head in a swift, rather lazy motion to avoid using his depleting energy on such a taxing task such as showering. Underneath his eyes lay heavy eyebags that could be seen from a mile away leaving the business owner in sour mood.

With such heavy thoughts, he decided the best choice of actions would be to get out of the hotel. He heads straight down the stairs and out of the doors and began to wander around aimlessly resulting in an unpleasant crash against the playground construction, hitting straight into his already pounding head. 

"Fuck." Bryan bites out despite his careless mouth, he hoped nobody was around to hear him swearing, a habit he'd rather not pick back up since abandoning after college. 

"Bryan?" A familiar yet grating voice to hear at the moment echoed behind him. The business owner turned to face the tall animatronic.

"What do you want, Molten?" Bryan replied bitterly with a hint of aggression.

"No need to get feisty, Bryan." Molten began calmly, "Isn't Twisted Bonnie supposed to be taking care of you?" the robot finishes with caring intentions, however, was met with silence until Bryan can get his bearings.

"Yes, but I wanted fresh air..." Molten gave a peculiar look that just felt like mockery to Bryan in his state of mind causing the business owner to face away from the tall robot.

"And hitting against the playground structure is your idea of getting fresh air?" Molten raised an eyebrow at his friend but when it was met with further silence, the tungsten animatronic sighed. "You should go back to your room, Bryan." The business owner responded with a glare, after all, why should he listen to him? Besides, he'd rather not be alone with poisoning thoughts and suffocating memories, but, currently, he'd prefer be alone then speaking to Molten. After all, if Molten had been on their side since the start then the first location would still be standing and he wouldn't of had to be in this stupid park that he never wanted in the first place with Glitchtrap. "Bryan?" Molten worriedly said when Bryan looked distant, however, the concern never seemed to show through leaving a bittersweet taste in the owner's mouth causing a rather distasteful glare to be sent Molten's way. "Fine. If you want to be that way, I'll leave." Molten responded bitterly and vanished.

Bryan walked on, his head getting progressively worse with time, it didn't help that as he wandered around on auto-pilot, he continued to bash into more and more structures. You'd think that would be the sign to pay more attention to your surroundings but for Bryan, it made him care less and less on where he strayed until eventually he hit into someone instead of something. His eyes were blurry as he tried to readjust and see who he had bumped into, his eyes widened when they'd finally managed to clear up to reveal Jon. Bryan didn't expect to bump into Jon of all people nor did he know that he was here since he was supposed to be at the Fnaf cooperate office.

"Bryan? You look like a wreck." That was the first thing Jon decided to say to Bryan, arguably not the best choice of words.

"Oh, hey Jon..."

"What happened?" Bryan's gazed stayed fixed on the ground but he couldn't help the tears that began to well up in his eyes at the concern in Jon's voice, concern which he hadn't heard from the man for god knows how long. Bryan hated this, he hated making people worry about him, he hated feeling so vulnerable around those who would use it against him but that didn't stop the tears that flowed down his eyes as warm arms wrapped around him and everything around him turned black.