William, meanwhile, was sipping some tea (well slurping) inside his mind. He was watching a tv of his childhood memories, setting down his mug occasionally to wipe a tear from his face.
It was so nice in there that the man didn't want to leave. After all, this was his mind. He could do whatever he wanted in here. He could will a carnival to appear and ride all the rides for free. He could butcher as many cows as he wanted during his homicidal rages.
His mind was a paradise he never wanted to leave.
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A Brother's Sorrow (adopted from @Eris345)
FanfictionSo anyway I adopted this story from @Eris345 who wrote the original story. Please check it out it was pretty good. I'm going to tweak it to fit more of a darker theme. Chris (the crying child) wakes up after a week in comatose to find that his older...
