Relevance AU // MCFNAFVERSE

New-Founded Pain

 Brian had discovered that Florence was married/dating another, named Pluto, and had planned to confront her. However: That wasn't quite how the date, rather plan, had went.

Brian had walked into the date, as if nothing was wrong. They were dressed in their usual attire, a white crop-top with white shorts, white-heeled boots (that went just above the ankle), a light, silky jacket to match, with mint green earrings matching their hair. They'd settle down in the chair afront of Florence, and chat with them for a little. However: Brian felt something was wrong, and it seemed Florence had no idea of this, as they continued to chatter about their work. There was a small, sharp pain within Brian's stomach, unlike anything they'd dealt with before. And yet, they kept quiet of it, not certain of what was occurring. But, after more minutes of Florence chatting of work, they would stand up and slam their hand on the table, snapping at Florence, but not about Pluto. Instead, they're complain about how Florence had promised it would be a date about the two of them, and not include work. They would then simply rush out into the chill breeze of the night, leaving Florence partially stunned.

Brian would run down the street, but start to stumble as the pain would get worse, and lead down to their legs. At the end of the block, they'd stumble to the ground, and onto their knees. Brian would start to cough, a hand in front of their mouth. They'd open their eyes, and a shocked yet afraid look would arise, as Brian had coughed up blood as well as some metal. Tears would stream down their face as they continued to feel sick, their eyes closing as they'd cough more and more of the mix. They were quite frightened, as a pain would arrive to their arms.

Nearby, an older man known as Flynn would be riding his motorcycle, frustrated that he had left his jacket at the cafe once again. But, at the stop sign, he would take a glance to the sidewalk nearby, and spot a familiar person. It was Brian. Flynn had met Brian through his work, as Brian was close to a daily customer at the cafe. Despite Flynn not liking others much, Brian and him had a few conversations before. And Flynn had taken notice that Brian is unlike his boss, Florence/Florian, and doesn't seem to have an ounce of hatred in their heart. Although, it did annoy Flynn how Brian was always dressing in clothes that were most likely of a semi-expensive brand.

Nonetheless, Flynn had noticed how Brian was coughing, and spotted something shining in the moonlight, just in front of them. It reminded him of a metal, and he would then park his bike at the curb, shutting it off and getting off it immediately. He would make his way over to Brian, and kneel down just as Brian had stopped coughing. He'd settle down on his own knees and look to Brian, then to the metal and blood upon the ground. Brian would, to Flynn's surprise, be crying and seemingly afraid. Flynn had never seen Brian cry before, so he wasn't exactly certain what to do as Brian would hug Flynn in fear, their fingers digging into their shoulders.

Flynn would feel a sharp jab in his side, to which he'd glance down and spot metal ripping out of Brian's skin, and slicing into the fabric of his shirt. During this, he had done his best to hold his usual face, as he didn't know how to handle this. But, he now showed a face with eyes of pure, genuine concern, and he'd realize what had most likely occurred. Brian had been rebuilt, most likely after a major incident, but it seemed Brian had no idea what had occurred at all, given how frightened they were. Flynn would then turn his attention to the metal and gore piled together on the sidewalk beside them. He'd remain quiet as he'd gently hug Brian back, a tad bit awkwardly, as he hadn't quite hugged anyone in a few years. He'd hear the sobs of Brian, whose grip loosened up a bit.

After around ten minutes, perhaps a minute more, or a minute less, Brian would pull back, and Flynn was, secretly, a bit thankful for that, as he wasn't sure how much more of an awkward hug he could handle. Brian would wipe any remaining tears, feeling the salty liquid on their cheeks like an acid aching the skin. They'd quietly ask Flynn, "What... Is Wrong with me?", their voice trembling with the fears of what they were.

Flynn would hesitate, but would respond to Brian with the genuine concern his blue eyes had shown. "You're.... Not what I'd call human, anymore? In other words, you're a cyborg." Flynn had tried to sound less monotone or uncaring, since that was how he usually sounded to others.

"A.. What!?" Brian was confused, but also a bit frightened of the idea. Them? Being a robotic creation? Of who? They were human! Surely they were! "How?! Wh... What? You're joking, Flynnie. There's no way I'm-- robotic-!" Brian sounded a bit frantic, stuttering as they'd hope Flynn was joking.

Flynn sighed. They weren't aware of what to do now, as they didn't think anyone else was alike to him. "That's what you are, Brian. The metal," He said, motioning to Brian's left side. "Is inside of you. Like you were built with it. But the blood, on the other hand," Flynn continued, looking to the pile of gore and wirings. "Makes it clear you're a person all the same."

Brian would stammer at this, frightened and oh-so confused. "But I'm human! That's what I've always been, Flynn! How di- How did I become some- some Robot!? And who would've rebuilt me!?"

Flynn shrugged. "I'm not sure on that, Brian. But, something must've occurred to you, and something worse if you had not been able to recall it."

Brian took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "H-... How do you know all this, Flynnie?"

Flynn was quite tempted to roll his eyes, mostly at the nickname, but stayed neutral. "That's a different story, Bri," He responded calmly, using his own little nickname for Brian, to which he'd surprisingly be shoved backward playfully.

"That's not fair, Flynn!" Brian said. "Don't I deserve to know!? I mean, 'part-robotic'! That's what you're calling me!"

Flynn would shrug, and respond. "It's not a story for a sidewalk."

"Then where!?"

Flynn thought for a moment. On one hand, he could walk away, as he'd already been dealing with things because of Florian/Florence, and didn't want to get involved in anymore of this nonsense. On the other hand, they'd recognized how Brian was nervous, and, despite his usual attitude and personality, didn't want anybody else to go through something like he had. Maybe they knew what they'd be considered, but he lost someone at the cost of this choice. He didn't want Brian to lose anyone, as much as he despised admitting it. He had grown to actually care for Brian, yet they had merely tolerated most others instead.

He sighed, a tad bit frustrated, yet seemingly calm. "I'm heading home, but, if you really want to know, then I guess I could tell you when I'm getting food?" He'd state, debating whether or not Brian would agree.

To Flynn's surprise, Brian genuinely agreed, with a nod of their head as a sign of agreement. This did annoy Flynn a bit, but also lighten his mindset, as he never had to get food for anyone else but Zero occasionally within the few years he had been working at the WonderHeart Cafe.

Flynn would stand up, offering a hand to Brian. Brian would take Flynn's hand and stand up, though their leg seemed to be unbalanced, presumably by a metal clipping, as there was a slither of metal slightly revealed by their lower leg, with droplets of blood sinking down. Flynn would motion his free hand to his motorbike, as if to instruct Brian to sit upon the bike. Brian would nod, and walk with a slight, uneven balance. Focusing on the gore once more, Flynn would pick the metal up as he felt rain starting to sprinkle down. It should take care of the blood. Although, it would be a definite pain for him to ride his motorcycle, and if Brian's metal wasn't quite waterproof, but it was bound to be, as it was placed inside them, correct?

Nonetheless, he'd make his way to his bike and place the small chunks of metal, as well as the broken wiring, in the saddle bags, and close them. He'd then get onto his bike, and Brian would hold onto them, not wanting to fall off the bike. Brian was bound to annoy him with wanting answers, and Flynn knew it. Yet, he'd start the bike, and drive off, the rain watering the blood into the gutter, bound to be gone for a good. The two would be driven to Flynn's home, feeling the rain on their hair and fall down to their shoulders.