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

Chapter 15. Nothing Can Hurt Me Anymore. Part 1. * Edited *

1161 Words

POV Jack

After hours of sleepless torture, wrapped in my father's arms, there was a daunting realization looming over my shoulders. Tomorrow is my birthday. Tomorrow I turn seven. Tomorrow I have to see those things.

The bunny with the big pointy claws, and sharp teeth. Then there's the bear, with its creaking, squeaking joints, and its cervos buckling under its own weight, and evil nature. It knows how to torture little boys, and how to make them feel less then nothing.

Jack, you know that this time would eventually come, you knew that you couldn't avoid those things your entire life long. I shouldn't be throwing such a tantrum over them, but I did, and I tore my vocal chords in a result of it too. Blood pouring out of my nose, ears, and lips. Dadda is so overworked. He's put so much work into making my birthday party great, and working on getting people to come to my party. I don't want anyone to come with me. They're going to make fun of me for being scared.

Why would they feel the need to make fun of me anyway? I mean, I'm just a kid, I have the right to be scared of things, especially big, scary, animatronics. They are scary! I don't want to be made fun of anymore, I don't want to feel like I'm always in the shadows of the other kids who aren't afraid of monsters. Maybe that's because they are monsters themselves?

"Come on Jacky, It's time to get up," My father's voice scared me so badly, I jumped, and kicked out. I didn't think he was awake. I didn't think it was already this late. I looked over to my ninja turtle alarm clock, and saw that it was already nine thirty-three. I usually wake up around six. Dadda really let me sleep in. He crawled out over me, and walked over to my wardrobe to pick out my outfit for the day. I remained in bed. It hurt to breathe.

"Come on Jackaboy, Oh my God. Jacky, you're all bloody!" My dad said with a concerned voice, but his tone was weird. Like he knew I was bleeding, but just happened to notice how much now. I don't think he knew I was bleeding, but he sure acted like it.

Then there came the warm, dripping sensation leaking down my face, and seeped into my lips. The taste of copper, and the smell of metal was prominent in the air.

"Jesus Jack!" My dad whispered, then rummaged around my room. He grabbed a pair of my dirty pajama pants, and shoved them under my nose. He held my head back, so all the blood would drip back into my throat. I wanted to throw up, but I can't.

"Jack, you have a bloody nose!" My dad said worriedly. I know? There is blood dripping out of my nose, what else would it be? Although you like to think so, I'm really not stupid.

"Good morning Mr. Jhonson. How did you sleep?" Dad asked, not looking away from me.

"I, um, really didn't sleep. How's our Jack?" He asked, kneeling down beside me, and examining my nose.

"Well, he just got a bloody nose. He woke up just covered in blood," My dad's voice started to crack. He was going to start crying. No matter how mad I am at him, I still feel terrible seeing my dad cry.

"Mr. Fredbear, may I speak with you out in the hall?" Mr. Jhonson asked, motioning for him. My dad let out a short groan as he stood up. As he arose to his feet, the pitter patter of his tears hitting the hardwood flooring matched the sound of my heart breaking. I know what dad is doing, is for my own good, and I know how much he loves Mark and I, and how much he misses momma, but what he's going to do to me, is going to hurt me. He doesn't know that yet, and won't listen to me.

I heard the familiar, heavy, clomps of Scaucony Jazzes down the hall, and it made everything in my body clench up. It feels like I haven't seen Mark in forever. I didn't really miss that, but I don't have much of a choice now, do I?

"Happy birthday, you dingus," Mark said, as he passed my room. I was filled with surprise and happiness. Mark not only remembered my birthday, but he also acknowledged it!

"Thanks Mark!" I smiled, happily. Mark stopped on his journey to go to his room, and instead made a stop by mine.

"So, you know what today brings, right?" He asked, while looking at me with an angry yet sinister smile creeping across his face. I backed away.

"What does that mean?" My voice was so scratchy, and hurt so bad, I sounded like a robot.

"Ew my God, what happened to your voice?!" He asked, not worried, but disgusted.

"I tore my vocal chords," I said, listing to him, as we derailed from our original topic of conversation.

"Holy shit! How the hell did you do that?!" Mark seemed interested in my pain.

"I, I had a really bad panic attack," I thought he would have found that humorous too, but instead, his brown eyes turned a shade of red, and his smirk snarled up into a grimace. His large body hurtled towards mine. He grabbed the neck of my shirt, hoisted me up, and slammed me against a wall. I was choking, but I couldn't let him see that. As my face grew the red in his eyes, I saw something I have never seen before in Mark. Pain.

"Listen to me you piece of pathetic shit! You are going to go to this birthday party, be sociable around the animatronics, and be normal !" He growled into my ears. Then he raised me higher, then threw me to the ground.

His heavy feet clomped out of my room, and pounded down the halls. Mark is really mad. I have never seen him like this before. It's almost like he's evil!

I know what I need to do, and I know how I need to do it, but I don't know if I will be able to do it. After all, I'm just a kid.

I don't want to be scared anymore. I don't want to hide in the shadows of everything that I could be. This is a first step that I need to take, or I will never walk again.

This isn't for me, this isn't for dada, this isn't even for Mark. This is for momma. She knows everything that would be best for me. This is the best thing to do, isn't it momma?

"Momma?" I asked to heaven, not really expecting a response.

My mother didn't answer, but the devil himself did.

"Of course it is, you IDIOT!"

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