⚠️ warning ⚠️
. Mention of blood
.slight mention of self harm
.mention of eating disorder
.panic attack
.body dysmorphia
Bryan had been staying in the hotel at Freddy land, he didn't see the point in getting an appointment or house he spent most of his time at the Pizzaplex anyways. However tonight he was staying with Vendi, his boyfriend. Gregory was already asleep in a guest room while Bryan was in Vendi's room.
Bryan sat at the small desk, it had some of Vendi's paperwork and a LED lamp that was turned off, and now it also has Bryan's laptop as he worked. Vendi was downstairs cleaning up from dinner, cleaning the dishes, making sure everything was in its correct spot, and sweeping the floor. He has OCD, he hated when his desk would get messy and unorganized, and he always had to do things a specific way, he always took the same route to work, and hated when he had to go another way, he always washed his hand twice, checking his car multiple times even if he knew it was already locked, walked in the same doors, went in the same elevator, also- well you get the point.
As Vendi made his way up the stairs every now and then they would creak, feeling the silence, the blonde slowly made to the top of the stairs and crepted past the spare room Gregory was asleep in. Vendi stopped and backed up to the room peeking inside, seeing Gregory curled up in the middle of the full sized bed, the fuzzy covers almost over his nose. Vendi smiled and slowly shut the door with a small click, so it didn't wake Gregory up, Vendi let go of the door handle when he heard the click of the door latching. Vendi made his way down the dark hall; he was barely able to see anything; he opened the last door on the right, the door creaking as he shut it behind him. Bryan's back was facing him, the light of the laptop shining past the brunette making him look like a shadow in the already dark room.
"Bryan." Vendi spoke without getting an answer from the other man; the only thing the brunette was paying attention to was the clicking of the keys on the dark gray keyboard of the laptop and the files he was currently working on. The blonde took a step closer, clearing his throat and speaking again, "Bryan." This time the brunette hummed in response, showing he acknowledged the blonde's presence. "Let's get ready for bed, it's late." Vendi stated hoping that Bryan would shut the laptop but nothing happened, just more clicking from the keys as Bryan typed. Vendi let out a breath gently placing his hand on Bryan's shoulder getting the brunette's attention causing him to turn and look at the blonde that was lit up by the laptop screen.
"Yes?" The brunette muttered.
"Let's go to bed dear" vendi spoke softly kissing Bryan's warm colored hair and walking away to a dresser, Bryan saved his work and carefully shut the laptop cleaning up the small mess he had created as he worked so Vendi wouldn't worry about it later, Bryan knew exactly how vendi liked everything on his desk since he was with Vendi almost all the time, the brunette never found the blondes way of living strange yes it was inconvenient sometimes but Bryan understood Vendi's needs, Bryan turned and walked to vendi.
The blonde's house was warm, he knew Bryan liked it colder but Bryan didn't complain once, he handed Bryan black shorts that would reach the brunette's knees along with a plain white T-shirt, for himself he got gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt. The brunette hesitated but eventually took the clothes freezing and looking at the shorts, Bryan wondered how much of his legs they would show. He didn't like showing his skin, he didn't even like showing his arms, there have been multiple occasions where people thought Bryan had hurt himself and either looked at him with disgust or kept trying to comfort him. Eventually Bryan headed to the bathroom connected to Vendi's room; he opened the door and stepped in, shutting it behind him.
Bryan noticed how clean it was right away, nothing out of place, no dust or anything he wondered when the blonde had time to clean like this with how long he worked every day, with Vendi's OCD he would never hire a cleaner they would definitely mess up a few things that Vendi would have to fix. The brunette kept looking around until he got to the mirror and saw himself, he froze, his eyes were dark underneath from the lack of sleep, he was almost as pale as vendi, he was extremely thin from not eating much if any, his hair was a mess and a lot longer than he liked it. Bryan noticed every imperfection as he stood there frozen.
The brunette slowly placed the clothes on the counter next to the sink and started unbuttoning the buttons in his suit, slowly slipping it off of his arms trying to avoid making eye contact with himself in the mirror. He moved on to the buttons on his shirt slowly unbuttoning stopping when he seen a glimpse of his pale skin underneath his hands shaking as he unbuttoned the last button slipping the shirt off and sitting it on the counter next to the clean clothes, he tried not to look up and just focus on undoing his belt. He eventually looked up looking at each scar on his chest and arms. Burn marks, stab wounds, scratches, bite marks.
His chest littered with cuts from the twisteds, bits marks from twisted wolf. Scars that branch out like a tree or lightning on his hands and chest from Aftons 'plan' they were from the electric fence it was so strong it left marks, big slashes from the axe Orville was given, smaller stab wounds from the throwing stars molten had thrown at him. Bryan's breath quickened as everything he had ever been through replayed in his head like a movie, he was shaking and he started crying without even realizing it he just kept staring at the scars on his chest and arms vividly remembering how he got each and everyone…
The blonde was sitting on the bed waiting for his lover to come out. Minutes passed and then a few more minutes passed. It had been almost 30 minutes since Bryan went into the bathroom, Vendi got worried for the brunette and got up stepping towards the door eventually knocking. No answer, so he knocked again and again. "Bryan" first he spoke softly then louder, "Bryan?" His voice was louder each time he spoke.
Bryan was so lost in his own mind as he stared at himself in the mirror shaking and hyperventilating till he was lightheaded, to even hear Vendi practically banging on the door, his knees finally gave out causing Bryan to fall to the ground with a Thud as he hugged his knees to his chest and gripped his sides so tight his nails cut into his skin and small drops of crimson colored blood fell down his sides and to the floor. The door opened fast but Bryan never even noticed until he was engulfed in a warm and tight hug from the blonde. "Shh, it's ok" , Vendi would say every once in a while along with "I've got just breath."
Vendi almost banged on the door calling for Bryan until he heard a thud and he froze.. The blonde opened the door as fast as he could, seeing his lover hugging his knees close, the small amount of blood on his sides, the scars on his arms and back but the blonde didn't say anything yet, just sat down and pulled Bryan as close as he could. Whispering to him trying to calm him down, Vendi ran his fingers through Bryan's messy hair, Vendi learned this was the best way to calm Bryan down during these panic attacks, though this is the worst one Vendi's seen Bryan have.
About 30 minutes later Bryan was shaking less, his arms wrapped around Vendi instead of digging into his sides. He's breathing calmed. Vendi let out a sigh now that the brunette's panic attack had finally ended. Vendi's voice was soft and quite, "beautiful..do you want to talk about it?" Bryan looked at him shocked, beautiful, how could anyone think he was beautiful like this…
"Not really." Bryan managed to mutter out.
"Ok." Vendi was calm, he carefully reached up grabbing the white T-shirt and very carefully pulling it over Bryan's head as Bryan slipped his arms in the holes. "Would you like to go to bed now sweetheart?" Vendi questioned. The brunette slowly nodded as the blonde helped him up and held him. Bryan watched him..he was surprised Vendi never gave him a weird look or tried to push him into telling him anything nobody ever did before, it comforted Bryan to know Vendi didn't care about the scars or panic attacks he would have Vendi supported him through everything. Bryan didn't even realize vendi had bandages until the blonde asked, "could I see your sides to bandage them so they don't get infected?"
Bryan froze but complied and lifted the shirt just enough for vendi to put the bandages on his waist. The blonde finished still not saying anything about the scars, he could tell Bryan was uncomfortable so he didn't try to get Bryan to wear the shorts and just lead him to the bed laying down holding Bryan close. Bryan eventually choked out, "you're not going to ask about the scars?"
"Not unless you want to tell me about them beautiful."
"Really?"
"Of course I don't want to pressure you into telling me something you don't want to talk about."
"Thank you." Bryan cuddled him slowly drifting off as Vendi ran his fingers through Bryan's hair.
"Of course love."
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