Sufficient Sorrow

Prologue

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"Come on.. "his voice shook from the ill feeling caused by a myriad of things. He had summed it up to the cold and pain. Though the sickness, Bryan now held the head of the dead animatronic in his tremulous hands. He was the one who, in better terms , took the animatronic down. 

He had to, It- no they, they, had cornered him. so with out thinking he tackled them and, to his horror, tore the head off. He had killed one of his friends, they laid dead at his feet mutilated and twitching. No. He didn't do that, he simply knocked them down too hard, he wasn't the one who destroyed them. He wasn't the one who killed them.

The head of his old friend laid in his hands, the body was far from connected to it. He couldn't move, he had killed something. His body stood numb, he had lost him self. He wasn't the one who did that to them, but held their head in his hands. He couldn't even recognize who it was, but he did recognized that the security camera in the eye was on. The faint blinking light in the pupil was more than an indicator to that fact. The light was the only thing that broke him from his trance. He stood in the middle of a were house fighting for his life. 

He didn't have enough time to react at what he found, he had to run. He needed to run, needed to escape this. He had to find a safe place, Some where to just sit down and breath. Before the thoughts even processed in his mind he was already running. The air lashed at the scrapes and scratches littering his body, his face scrunched up when the pain hit. He didn't stop until, what felt like an eternity of running, he found it.

It was small, only a crawl space in-between a few boxes, but it would do the job. He ducked into the farthest corner, being careful not to make a sound. It was less dusty then the rest of the warehouse, and there seemed to be crumbs of something sprinkled around. His breath was quick and uneven, the blood rushing to his head. He was going to die here, he was dead. He was going to meet his end at only 26. He didn't want to die, he had just started to make a life for him self.

He needed to ground him self. He grabbed and scratched at his throat, to stop hyperventilating. It didn't work. He needed to focus on his hands and throat, he needed to take his mind away from his previous thoughts. He let his legs slide to his chest only stopping as his foot hit something. The object he skidded to his hip, it was small. His breathing still uneven and his mind distorted, he put all of what he could into finding the object.

His gaze traveled down to the disgusting floor, but didn't meet it directly. His eyes shot up from what had rolled to him and back to the entrance. What ever had ran past had been too quick for him see any thing about its appearance. The only truly distinctive thing he saw about it was dark green. He didn't know what it was but he knew what ever his eye had locked on held green. Was it cloth? No, he was the only human in the building and none of the horrifying animatronics that wanted him dead had a spec of dark green.

He couldn't go out and check if what ever it was, had been still be there. if he peaked his head out and it was there, it would kill him, but if he stayed or ran out it could still kill him. So he's trapped, he had to do something. A distraction. He looked back to the nasty floor next to his hip. His his voice couldn't stay locked within his throat. "Oh, Oh hell no. No. you've got to be kidding me!" His voice just above audible, his right hand shot up to his hair. It was a eye, the eye from the animatronics head. The one he attacked, he only attacked it, he didn't kill them. The eye still had its flashing light meaning the camera was still on, it was still filming him. To believe that he could had avoided all this, if only he would have incinerated the stupid yellow rabbit.

"You really want to watch some stranger suffer as you finish your grand plan?" he gave a pathetic laugh. why was it so cold? His blood and bones felt like the Arctic itself. He wasn't looking at the eye any more, just staring out in front of him.

"I saved you and your family, and not gonna lie but this is just a horrible way to repay someone." he continued on with exhaustion before taking another shaky breath, stopping sharply. The ill feeling had quickly turned to a sickening pain, and a clump in his throat. It was sorrow its self making sure he knew that this would be his tomb. "god man, wow, I'm going to die here-"Before he could say anything else, an arm grab him. It wasn't human, no it was an animatronic. They had found him. He was dead, he was gonna be killed. He was going to have to meet an unimaginable painful death. He fought aggressively against it, thrashing left and right and pulling away.. If he was going to die, He was going to fight first. He got this far, But it was too late it had manage to pull him out. It was lefty, only left. Lefty didn't want him dead, Lefty was his friend. The relief that filled him in such a heavy wave, knocking him back a step. he had someone that could help him, some one who didn't want him dead. 

"Bryan, come on we need to go, now." Lefty berated, their shoulders hunched and frazzled. Bryan couldn't concentrate, his thoughts seemed to be like a constant running train, each train cart holding a different topic flashing by. So many thing clouded his mind that only after a while he noticed what was wrong.

He clutched his arms and tripped back on nothing. All he could hear was the all too familiar ringing that filled his ears. He felt so static like, everything he knew was so close yet so far and so incredibly blurred. The blood in his ears roared so load, that he almost couldn't feel how horrific the pain in his chest had been. The pain rapidly spread through out his body as he stood defenseless to it. He was so cold yet in so much pain, and drenched in sweat. The pain blossomed and unfurled like a forest fire in a drought. He felt like pure ice. It was as though his head had submerged in a frozen lake. Like numb hands in the cold. Walking barefoot in the frosted grass as you tip toe out of the cold only to step back into the same patch.

"Lefty... how cold's the warehouse?" he asked, not hearing his own question .At hearing the low voiced question, Lefty turned their full attention to him. And at that moment was when Lefty realized how disoriented and scared Bryan was. The man was shivering, and his eyes unfocused. The warehouse was far from being cold, felt like standing in side a heater. A dry and blazing hot heater.

Lefty pressed a hand to the Bryan's shoulder, brining him back to their horrific reality. Their sympathetic look they gave the man seemed to sour his mood. He was shivering and yet drenched with sweating. So they went with this the they only knew how, "Bryan how could do you feel?"

Bryan shrugged the bears paw like hand off and grimaced. He always hated touch, it had always been something he avoided. It was like a food that smelt so good yet when he ate it, the taste betrayed the smell. "Don't do that, and I'm fine. I think i have a cold, is all." 

"Bryan, do you have a fever?" 

"No I don't think so. And like you said lets just keep going, we need to get to the next room."

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this is as good as you'er gonna get for this chapte, I've been working on this for a while and I'm not too happy with the prologue but that's fine since its not supposed to be good. because of plot things that I cant, just yet, explain. but if some things seem off or too unexplained theirs a plot reason. If I got lefty's name wrong in some places please do tell me.

if you have any questions or theory's please do put them in the comments.

Sorry about how long this took, school and many other personal things have cause many of my own personal projects and this to be delayed. Updated may take a while, depending on various things.

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