The Pain Of Remembrance

Chapter 4

Brayn's Pov.

"Chris?" My body let out a painful twinge. "Chris you need to wake up!" And yet, that twinge being the first thing I've felt since I've been in this dark, black, void. 'How long has it been?' More pain traveled throughout my core. 'A week? A day? Its kinda hard to tell here.' The pain began to intensifie. As if someone was pounding me with a crusher. I couldn't scream. I couldn't yell. I couldn't even curl into myself.

"Shut up Bryan!" If I could have, I would have screamed if I could. A small blur of white and purple flickered amongst the black. "Go away! Can't you see I'm busy?" I don't know how, but I managed to move my head to the side, effectively avoiding the blur. "Dangit Bryan! I don't want to play!" Red filled my vision, making it almost impossible to see. "Stop acting like such a child!" I could feel myself moving. Running. To were? I don't know. But the red faded away.

"This isn't a joke Bryan! This is serious!" I ran deeper into the void. With each step I took, excruciating pain ran up my spine. "Chris. I need you to calm down. Do you remember me?" A painful jolt made my head pound. I could hear the blood rushing to my ears. "Do you remember them? Do you remember him?" Suddenly, my body froze. All the pain seeping away. It took me a second to realize I was falling.

Streaks of purple, red, and blue surrounded me. "He blames himself you know. But that's the thing. You don't know." I tried to look down. But once again my movements were restricted. But somehow, I knew I was falling. "It's ok. I will make you remember." The void around me was becoming colder. I could feel myself becoming dizzy. It wasn't until now did I realize yellow had made its was amongst the purple, red and blue. "I will put you back together."

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"Daddy!" I cried, banging my fists against the locked door of my bedroom. "Michael! Mommy!" It seemed like I had been screaming for hours. My fists growing more red the hard I hit the door. "Someone please! Let me out!" I stilled as I heard footsteps running down the hall, stopping in front of my door. "Chris? Are you ok?" I couldn't help the sob that escaped my chest at the sound of my older sister's voice.

"Izzy! Help me! Let me out please!" I couldn't stop the tears that no doubt had stained my face. If Michael had been here, he would have told me to shut up, before hit my door. I heard the door handle click, Elizabeth throwing open the door. "Chris? Why was your door locked?" I ran towards her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Daddy locked me in! He said he let me out when he gets home!" I felt Elizabeth wrap her arms around me protectively.

"Now why on earth would Dad do that?" She rested her forehead in my hair. I could feel her long red hair tickles my face. "He said I can't go to Freddy's no more! I got mad and he said I was bad!" Slowly she pulled away from the hug. Her bright green eyes seemed to glow as she knelt down to my level. "Shhh it's ok. Your not bad." I felt my lip quiver as the tears still fell. Izzy sighed, looking down the hall. The T.V. could be heard.

"How about this." She said standing up. "You go get Fredbear, and you and I can play in my room ok?" She spun me around, so I would face my room. Slowly I nodded, walking back to my bed. Fredbear watching me as I grabbed him. "She was always protective over you." I began to make my way towards the door. "This was the last time she smiled."

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Baby's Pov,

I glared at the stuffed rabbit in my hands. The longer I looked at it, the more I wanted to throw it across the circus tent. Two weeks. Two weeks since Bryan had been taken to the hospital. Two weeks since with no news. And two long, painful weeks of constant anger and worry from other people I called family. I tried to stay out of the crossfire, opting to stay in my tent.

"Baby?" I turned my head to see my mother at the entrance of my tent. Her metal face scrunched up in worry. "Are you ok?" I turned back to my bunny, putting my head down. "I'm fine momma." I heard her enter the tent. Slowly she made her way over, sitting next to me. "Oh I dont think thats true.....I have something for you." It wasn't until then did I realize she had something behind her back.

I kept my head down, but moved my eyes her. A stuffed toy was in her hands. But not just any stuffed toy, Bryan's. With shaking hands, I took the plushie from my mother. "I thought you'd like to keep this while Bryan is away. I know how much you care about him." I smiled slightly. The plush was a slightly chubbier version of the business owner. I sighed finally lifting my head up. "Thank you momma." Ballora smiled, wrapping me in a hug. "Your welcome darling."