Dreaming of Insanity

Chapter 12

Bryan's Pov.

'This isn't real.' I thought, staring at the huge table in front of me. 'This can't be real!' Every inch of my body was in pain. I couldn't move. And yet, the pain I was experiencing wasn't my concern. Springtraps hand lowered, picking me up. His fingers wrapping around my torso like a doll. His broken eye glaring at me with a crazed wickedness. "Well, looks like the experiment was a success." He laughed, bringing me closer.

"Thanks to your little, friends, I now have a vessel to call my own." He tossed me onto the hard metal surface of the medical table. Pain seemed to explode at every given moment. "Who knew they hated you so much as to literally kill you themselves?" His hand squished my face onto the ice cold table. "Molten was more than happy to rip out your intestines. Oh but chopping off your head? Why I let Nedd Bear do the honors of that!"

Suddenly my head began to ache. More than it already had. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real! They would never..they wouldn't...Something glistened in the light. My eyes darted up to see a silver butchers knife in Springtraps hand. "Now that your body is mine, I can finally get rid of you once and for all!" I expected pain. I expected agony. The feeling of metal stabbing flesh. What I didn't expect, was a hand to grab my own.

"He's awake!" A voice shouted as my body lurched upright. I couldn't breath. My chest heaved, but no air was being administered. I felt hands on my chest. Trying to push me down. Yet I couldnt process anything but the lack of oxygen. "Dammit Bryan!" A deep voice yelled over me gasping. "We almost lost you! Don't do this again!" The force became stronger, panic began to set in.

"Everyone move! Let me threw!" Helpy screamed, climbing on the table. I don't know how, but even in my state of panic, I knew it was her. My brown eyes locked with her blue. Something was in her arms. Yet my vision was too blurry to make what it was out. Her arms jerked up and down. Her gaze never leaving mine. "When I say so Bryan, I need you to try and breathe as deeply as you can!" Her voice was so direct that all I could do was nod.

Multiple hands suddenly hoisted me up. I felt my world spin. Helpy inched closer, holding the object just in front of my mouth. "Keep him up right! Ok..1..2..3..BREATH!" I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, taking as deep as a breath as my body would let me. Something was sprayed into my mouth. "Good. Don't let him go! He needs one more! Ready? 1..2..3..BREATH!" It was like my body was on autopilot. My moves dictated by the animatronic bear.

And like that, it was over. My body flopped back onto whatever I had previously been laying on as the hands let me go. A soft hand grabbed mine, holding it tight. "Bryan?" I was barely able to turn my head. "Are you ok? Can you hear us?" A soft, familiar face formed as my vision began to clear. "Please answer! We...I was so worried!" With the little strength I had left, I squeezed the hand holding mine. My voice was dangerously soft. "Hi Nedd Bear."

If animatronics could cry, Im sure Nedd Bear would be. His face contorted into one of agony and joy. His nose twitched as small sniffles escaped his voice box. And at this moment, it seems like the pain had melted away. "Bryan! Your ok! Your alright! I missed you so much!" A small smile laced my lips. How cute could this animatronic be? "I missed you too." I turned my head to see every single animatronic kneeling next to me.

"I thought he would hurt you all." I could feel my own tears begin to form. "I thought he would make you into soda c-cans." Either it be from the emotional distress or the lack of any sort of liquid in over a week, my voice broke with almost every word. "I-I'm s-so glad your o-ok." My eyelids suddenly felt like lead. Yet despite that fact, I didn't dare close them. Yet I guess my body wanted other things. Something soft was pulled up to my chin. And the last thing I remembered was the soft sounds of people humming.