Before I Was Broken. (A Jacksepticeye, Markipler, and FNAF Fanfiction)

Chapter 13. One Day Until The Party. Part 1. * Edited *

1697 Words

POV Jack

Don't I want to stay a while? No! I want to go home! I don't want to have anything to do with Freddy anymore! I don't want to be his friend, I don't want him in my house, I wish he never existed, and I wish I never trusted him! I know I'm probably overreacting , but I'm losing my mind here! I feel like I'm not even in control of my own thoughts anymore.

"Come on Jack! At least try!" That scary voice shouted to me again. I tried to figure out where that voice was coming from, but there was nothing. No leads to where it would be, or what the heck it even was. It wasn't human. I walked around the room, while Freddy was still gone, but his creepy toys in the corner. I walked up to my door, and saw that it was locked. I am the only one that gets to lock my door. I pounded on it a few times, but I could hear the echoes of it ringing down my hall, and ricocheting off of the walls.

The pounds became incessant, my arms flailing about, and hitting the door to their own demise. They were bleeding, and cut up from my hard wood door, but I just wouldn't stop hitting it. Over and over again, knowing that nothing would change from hitting it, but continuing to hit it.

Bang, after bang, after bang of my poor hands hitting the door, it was a chorus of me wailing my voice, and wailing my fists. I know its not me in control any more. Freddy knows he can do whatever he wants with me, and he is taking that to his full advantage, isn't he? Its not fair! I never did anything to him, why does he continue to hurt me?!

"Freddy let me go!" I screamed, and clenched my eyes from the pain, and tried to look away from the monster that he had become, and tried to turn me into.

"As you wish!" The crazy voice of a stuffed animal rang in my ears like a music box that no one ever turned, but its song still continues in the mind of the feeble. The force of the music box let me go, and I hit the ground harder than a sack of potatoes. I brought my shaking hands up to my face, to wipe my tears away from my eyes. I didn't even feel pain, I felt terrified.

As I stood back up, the feeling as if I had just been punched in the nose rang through my entire body, and my eyes started to roll backwards into my head. but I needed to stay together, and get back to home. So I slowly grabbed my nose, and then grabbed the door knob, turned it, and walked out of my room. At least my house still looked the same. I looked up to our tall dresser. There was the culprit.

"Freddy, how did you get up there? You told me you cant walk!" I asked him, but there was only silence. He didn't speak a word, but his eyes, black all around, with tiny, white, pupils followed my every motion. I bet you think you're so much better than me, don't you Freddy, remembering how my only friend is a teddy bear; but I think he forgot, that I'm one of his only friends too.

"Is it lonely down there Sean? Sitting lower than the Earthworms?" He asked me, with out moving his mouth.

I rolled my eyes, as I sing song-ed my response. "I don't know, I guess it would feel the same as you, sitting high there, alone on your pedestal." I continued to search around my house, wanting to lose Freddy, and leaving him in the main hall. As I went into my dad's room, I noticed that there was an unfinished project lying on the floor. It had a pink head, and a wire frame, and random pieces of it lying beside it, all over the floor. One piece that lay beside its head looked like a tiny little head, with one, little, green/yellow eye

I felt my insides start to coil up, and bunch up into a little basket of discomfort, and terror. I know that this thing isn't even alive, or even manageable to be operated, but that makes it even worse. What if it suddenly moves? What happens if it suddenly starts to stand up? What do I do if something that's not even coherent, comes here, and starts to bark at me? Why is this real? This isn't fair! Its scaring me! Although, it looks to be scared too. Like, its lost. It has eyes, but they are out of its head. One of its eyes are still connected to its head, with a blue, and red wire from a socket in its face. The eye is staring up to the ceiling, its not moving, but if feels like it is, trying to find a way out, losing its way as it travels the empty walls, leading to an empty house, leading to an empty outside, and eventually, nothing. Just like what you are, and what you will become. Born from nothing, and will return to nothing. this is so weird, but I'm starting to feel sorry for the creepy thing. I'm so confused, what do I do?

I finally snap out of my trance of watching this hunk of metal trying to escape the room, and started to walk out of the room. As I kept walking out room, I noticed that the golden bear was in this room too. It's following me! What the heck?! The feeling of dizziness was still burning into my head, but I had to take what comes, and keep on going. I walked out, past Freddy, and made my way out to the foyer once again, and there was Freddy sitting on top of the dresser, thing again. I don't even care at this point. Just leave me alone.

The sensation of darkness, and dizziness continued to loom over my shoulder, as I stumbled over to our living room. The dizziness didn't go away, another component was added to it. Fear. The room was cold, and, static? Usually there is always noise, and motion going on around the house, but for some reason, not the living room. I was growing anxious at the lack of motion, so I stumbled over to the T.V to turn it on. As I flipped the switch, I saw that the T.V was really grainy, and wavering. I groaned, as I walked over to adjust the antenna. The screen finally wavered into a dark screen, with terrifying images. There were dancing, singing animatronics. There bearing teeth with happiness that they were burning there images into the mind of many impressionable children. Including ones who are depressed, stressed, and losing their mind.

I know they aren't real, and they know that I'm lying to myself. I really cant tell the difference between real and faux anymore. They continue to stare at me, with there beady eyes, and sharp glaring teeth, and claws that can tear through a six year old boy's skin.

I'm watching the red fox dance around the screen, because in my room, there is still a red thing in my room, except it doesn't have a head. It must have been a fox. That's what I drew in my picture at least. It seemed to look back at me. Its bright yellow eyes were daunting me, as if he was trying to wake me up from a nightmare.

I continued to stare back to the eyes of the fox, as It looked back to me. It started to get closer back to the screen, I continued to stare. I didn't look away, I felt that this thing wanted to tell me something. I watched it, slowly walk up to the screen. Its hand, really looked like it was about to break through the screen, and, touch my face. I know this sounds bizarre, and literally unfathomable to happen, but, its happening. And its happening right now.

As the large, red hand broke through the screen, it started to turn peach, but a little darker. I know this skin tone. I know who this is. How the heck is he in my dream?! There is a smile on the mask's face, but I can see through the darkness, that there is an evil, burning, rage through the pain of his cracked, broken smile that was shielding so many years of anger, so many years of darkness, so many years of just plain hatred. He is waiting to kill me, and is about to right now too, but there is something that is going to break with in. There is something in his cracked smile, that is insinuating that it would become more than just a crack, it would shatter him.

Instead of grabbing me, he screamed. Loudly. It was a raspy scream, with a ear shattering tone to it, but it was short. Just a loud, terrifying scream that is going to break you harder than he was going to break himself. I clenched my eyes, tighter than ever before. It hurts, so I stopped.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the still, terrifying room. I was on a bed, with people I love schrouding me.

"There, he's up," Mark said, as he took off the red fox mask, and walked away.

"Jack?! Oh my Goodness, thank fucking Christ," My dad said, then hugged me, holding my head tightly to his shoulder, and sobbing into mine.

For once in my life, I didn't care that I broke my dad again. I didn't care that I broke Mark even more. I didn't care that Mr. Jhonson over here again. I didn't care that Freddy is still ruining my life, so he can build himself up. The only thing I care about now, is that I now, finally, have enough pieces of myself, to fix someone else.

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