Splitting Fantasies

Part 1

Day by day passes by, time is nothing but a veil that can be torn and shredded, messed with beyond recognition. It is but a force that compels and pushes things away, timelines converging at specific points where major incidents occur.

At these points, time does not falter, does not stop, but yet it cycles. Looping around like a whirlpool. Endless until the incident is cleared and or the cycle is broken. Time is at it's weakest at these points, multiple timelines having converged at it causing some distortion.
There has been one case of this, and it occurred on August 19th 2018, in the vicinity of a man called Bryan Films. And for what reason do these accidents occur only around him?

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Entering the pizzeria for the first time is something that could be memorable. The walls dirty with age, the floor empty and bare of anything. Dust drifted through the air through the convection currents generated by the air vents. It smelled old, yet the smell wasn't bad. Just odd.

Bryan moves his cap to the side, looking down to see a robot, around two or so feet tall, maybe taller, watching him. It looked like a Freddy replica he had seen as a child, when he had visited this establishment before. The animatronic having popped through the door giving him quite a fright.

"Uh... hello... who are you?"

"Oh. Hello! I'm helpy and I am here to help you with your restaurant." Her voice sounded young, yet matured in a sense that Bryan couldn't picture it being a kid. Teenager perhaps?

"Uh... helpy... I wasn't informed that I had any emoloyees.." his voice trailed. Silence. Only silence. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest, the blood flowing through his system at a now accelerated rate. Voices, he could hear names being said through the mouths of people he has yet to meet. The glitching, the distortions that they had. Blood dropped from his nose as a visual of a bunny, decayed and withered in a enclosed space seemed to send him sprawling to the floor. Well, he would say to anyone else that he had tripped, and that nothing had happened. To Helpy that stood above him, watching curiously.

"Uh. Bryan? Are you okay. You seemed to have passed out?"

"Oh... uh." A blush caught onto Bryan's cheeks as he used his hands to push himself off the dirty floor. "I'm fine Helpy! I just tripped on my foot that's all."
The lie was blunt, horribly said to the point that it was almost a mock to anyone listening.

"Okay..." Helpy trailed, obviously uncomfortable at the human in-front of her. Especially due to the fact that crimson red blood was dripping from Bryan's nostrils...

A tour was conducted, to that there wasn't really much to have been seen due to the lack of anything that could give the place life. The only place they seemed to have here was a old worn down carpet that circled around the room, leaving space of marble everywhere. To Bryan it looked tacky, needing to be replaced whenever he would have the time.

This place had potential, he could see life blossoming in here. A smile broke way into his features, having fixed his nosebleed that had occurred when he had fallen onto the floor. Lights filtering, dancing around the room, the sounds of kids screaming in excitement as the voice of Freddy Fazbear himself talking through the chaos. Memories of reality, Bryan was not exactly sure as the Helpy bot grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door to a 'shop' nearby. To Bryan, the hand, or paw, was cold to the touch, lacking the warmth that coincide with the thrum of life. A shiver racked up Bryan's arm as he shook off the 'memories' he had just witnessed.

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A sinkhole, Bryan played with that idea, the word dancing on his tongue as Helpy had led him to the backroom. The lights in this room were dim, the area not as lit as Bryan would have thought a maintenance closet would be. It sat it in the middle of the room, it's edges sharp and menacing as the light that left from the bulbs seemed to be dragged towards it. The walls were covered in cobwebs, the dust obviously present due to the particles flying around Bryan's eyes. This place looked like it hasn't been used in years.