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Nine o'clock
Ten o' clock
Eleven o' clock
The time ticked by as fast as my heart was pounding in my chest. It seemed a matter of three minuets, when I saw that school was already over. Mark is going to be home soon. He's going to see me lying here, and see that I haven't moved an inch, then he's going to hurt me some more. I can't believe how stupid I am. Why cant I be more like my friend, Sarah?
Oh my gosh, Sarah is so cool! She has orange hair, and green eyes, and she isn't afraid of anybody, because she is originally from Texas, and she says that there isn't anyone who won't stand up for you there. I would love to go to Texas one day, maybe someone there will know what this feels like.
I could hear whomever it was clanking around the kitchen, rummaging for food, like a pack of wild animals.
"Mark, we should get our school shit done. I'm already failing Mrs. Jhoneson's class, don't need another one." The familiar voice of the transfer Sweed pierced my ears. Felix. He's probably the worst out of Mark's friends.
I peeled myself off of the floor, and tried to crawl over to my drawing desk that dada bought me for Christmas. I grabbed a piece of paper, Ken, Mark, Andrew, and Felix are so scary, they remind me of the animatronics; so I drew them as them.
Mark Fredbear is such a meanie head. He has dark brown/black hair, and brown eyes, that hold hatred so cold, it burns. Dad calls him a hot head, so I made him into a bright red fox.
Felix Kjellberg is so scary, He has blond hair, blue eyes, and a voice sharper than a knife. Every time I hear it, I cringe so hard, so I made him into a brown bear, his sharp voice resembling his sharp claws, and teeth.
Ken Morrison has medium curly hair, and dark brown eyes, he also moves so damn fast, he is the one who always holds me down. I made him a blue bunny, incorporating his speed, and his dark toned voice, with a darker colored blue.
Andrew Stein has brown hair, and brown eyes. Andrew is the nicest out of all Mark's friends. He is the one who usually stands in the back, when they're beating me up, usually dosen't hit me, but, he being the weakest in the group, he falls into peer pressure a lot more easier than the others do. He wants to help, but he too afraid. He is very musical too. He showed me some of his songs. My favorite one of his called "This Far" Its about Pokémon, I love that game. Just saying he is the least mean out of all of them, doesn't mean that he's nice. I made him into a bright yellow chicken, because he is a chicken, and the yellow for the bright sun that is in his heart, but he wont let it out.
"Damn it Ken! What are you doing?" Mark shouted through the room.
"Oh shut up you dumbass! I'm looking at your little bro's painting!"
Oh shoot, did I really leave one of them out of my room?! Oh my gosh! NO!
"Woah! Let me see this! HAHAH! What is this? This is total shit!" Felix barked.
"He's only six guys," Andrews soft voice spoke out.
"I could shit better than this when I was six!" Ken chortled.
The blood beneath my skin froze over, and started to bubble up, and made goose bumbs pop up on my skin. I heard the heavy clomps of four pairs of sneakers pound up to my door. Oh. Shoot. I ran over to my door as fast as my little legs could carry me, but I was too late to lock my door, they burst in, with their faces all smiling with horrible, wicked grins, telling tales of hope on how they planned on hurting me,
Except Mark's. Mark looked unusually angry. He was embarrassed by me again, in front of all of his friends. He is going to kill me.
"Jack, what the fuck is this thing?" Mark asked, with fire ablaze in his eyes, wanting to burn me alive. He held up a crinkled white sheet of paper with the drawing of Freddy, and I in a field.
"I-I-Its, Freddy and, and I." I stuttered, trying to hide the picture behind my back.
"Who the fuck is Freddy?" Felix asked, with his blue eyes piercing my soul.
"I-I-I-I--" I started off, but Mark silenced me.
"It's his stupid fucking teddy bear! How fucking gay! Goddamn it Jack, what the hell is wrong with you? Why cant you be a normal brother?!" He shouted. The others gave passing glances, as if they were a bit confused, and a bit worried.
Mark looked at me, but completely blocked out all others, he kept his cold, hard gaze at me, with his eyes turning the color of his soul, as black as the night. He literally looked insane, and I have never ever been more terrified in my life. I would rather hug those evil animatronics then to see what Mark has in store for me. How about I just get lit on fire, I guarantee that it'll hurt a lot less.
"SHIT! BAIL BAIL BAIL!!!" Ken shouted, then was gone in about two seconds. I looked at the rest of them. And they were all scrambling around, leaving my room as fast as possible. I looked back, and saw that there was a dark figure standing in my door way, holding Mark's raised fist. It was dada.
Andrew had just scurried out of the room, and my nearly kicked him out. Dad grabbed Mark by his collar, and drug him out to the kitchen, with him screaming and kicking, but Dad is very strong.
"MARK!? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He screamed. I wanted to cry, I hate to see dad so mad, and Mark looks terrified.
"DAD YOU DONT UND-"
"NO! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND! YOU KNOW HOW JACK IS, YOU NEED TO TREAT HIM WELL! HE'S YOU'RE FUCKING BROTHER! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" He shouted.
"Dad, its fine." I said quietly, no one heard me.
"I WISH HE WASNT MY FUCKING BROTHER!"
"YOU DONT HAVE A CHOICE! HE'S YOUR BROTHER, AND YOU NEED TO TREAT HIM LIKE ONE!"
"WHY DO I HAVE TO SUFFER WITH THIS!?"
"Please, stop." I tried again.
"Not now Jack! You aren't suffering! You have a brother! A lot of people don't even have a sibling! Be grateful!"
I felt my skin start to boil underneath my skin. His words were burning hotter than the ice in his eyes. He wants me dead, and there is nothing I can do about that. I want to be able to have a brother too, not a monster. I am grateful for having a brother, but I want a nice one. I want to die right now. Jack, you're so stupid. You don't deserve to breathe the same air as Mark. I want to be able to make him proud, but I need to make myself proud first. There are only two people who can make me happy right now, but I want to die right now. I need Dad, but he dosent want me to be in the way. So I need Sarah.
"Daddy?" I tried again.
"JACK SHUT UP! MARK! THINK OF ALL OF THESE PEOPLE WHO DONT EVEN HAVE SIBLINGS!"
"I WOULD RATHER BE THEM!"
"STOP IT!" I screamed, and slapped my hands over my ears, I can't hear another gosh darn second of this. My feet started flying faster than my heart was beating. I burst through the door, and started flying down the street, with the cold fall air bursting against my flaming skin. I could hear my dad scream after me.
"JACK! JACK COME BACK HERE! I'M SORRY! PLEASE COME BACK!" But I wasn't listening, I kept flying down the street. I don't know If dad was following me, but I didn't even care.
I ran for nearly a mile, before I finally got to where I wanted to be.
*Knock, Knock, Knock*
I knocked on the door, with tears streaming down my face, faster than my hands were shaking.
"Hello? Oh Jacky! *gasp* JACKY?! What the heck happened?" Sarah gasped.
"S-Sarah, can I-I stay here f-for a-a little bit?"
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Before I Was Broken. (A Jacksepticeye, Markipler, and FNAF Fanfiction)
FanfictionJack, and Mark Fredbear are two brothers. At age 6, Jack was diagnosed with severe depression, and anxiety, after the death of his mother, which causes him to find simple things, very terrifying. Their father, is extreemly busy, and dosent return ho...
