(This will make you feel And thanks to my OG fans) "Here we have Jon, a man who is about to lose a game, a game that is almost impossible to win. A set of friendship and loss combined to make someone miserable. But it's always that way in......The twilight zone."
Jons pov
I was talking to Derpy, and then Rockstar Bonnie came into Bryans old office. "Jon, somethings happening!" He shouted, running out of the room. I followed him up to the roof. And I saw Bryan standing on the edge of the roof. "Bryan, what are you doing?!" I shouted, and he turned his head to look at me. "What do you want, Jon?" He asked. "Do you want to make me feel more like a bad person?" He said I noticed his eyes were filled with tears. "Bryan, what- " I was interrupted. "Shut Up, Jon, and listen to me! Not like you'd know that? You never answered my calls, STRAIGHT to voicemail, I bet you didn't even listen to those! I wanted your help. I didn't want to admit it to the others; I cried, I begged! But you didn't even bother to listen to my troubles!" Bryan said, still crying, but he was angry too. "Bryan I-" Again, I was interrupted. "And when you do come to help, YOU yell AT ME! for things out of my control! THE PARK, THE TWISTED, THE FACT THAT DAVIS DIDNT TELL YOU THE FULL TRUTH! YOU JUST NEEDED TO LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART AND NOT YOUR BRAIN YOU BLAME THINGS ON YOUR FRIENDS!" He paused and looked down at the ground. "I hope I didn't waste any more of your 'Precious.' time," and that was what Bryan said before.
He hit the ground with a splat.
Three days later at the funeral. I came out of guilt. It's my fault Bryan did this. Well, not entirely my fault. I gave molten my old phone. And I didn't tell Bryan about my new phone. So every time EVERY DAMN TIME! Bryan called me. He was calling molten, who always hung up.
And He Didn't Tell me. He said he didn't want to bother me with Bryans nonsense. I listened to the voicemails. 1st one. He was inviting me to come to the park. And help him with advertising. 2nd he told me that he's been seeing molten and would want the number of my therapist. 3rdhe said to me about the twisted. And he would like my help.
And the most recent one. He was crying. "Jon! I need your help!" sniff "I need you to help me! My therapy isn't working. The twisted are running everything!" Deep breath "Please listen to me, listen to me, and not your schedule. Please, I need help! I'll do anything!" Then there was a pause. "I can't handle being CEO; you can have it back; it's too much stress." That was his last call. Before he became evil, Bryan, and it made things worse.
Bryans parents were a mess, along with Bryans boyfriend.
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It's my fault. I was too stupid and gave Molten my phone and didn't bother to tell a man I called my Freind. I changed my number. I told everyone else. But for him. Nothing I hadn't spoken to him.
The funeral ended last night.
I was looking through my things I had that had any trace of Bryan in them. Then I found a printed out Picture. It was a photo a friend took at a party. Bryan dragged me too.
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I started in the picture. "Come on, just one photo," Bryan?! Said happily "Fine," I heard... myself? Annoyed. I dropped the picture, and the voices stopped. "What the hell?" I said, looking at the photo on the floor. I picked up the photo and looked at it. "Come on, just one photo," Bryan Said happily "Fine," I heard... myself getting Annoyed.
I then found myself in the area of the picture. I was wearing what I was wearing at the party.
Am I in the picture or in the past? "Thanks Justin, I'm going to look great in that" Bryan said next to me.
BRYAN! I started crying. I ran and hugged him. "wow, Jon, are you ok?" Bryan said, and I looked at his face. " It's just I haven't seen you in a long time," I said happy crying. "We saw each other last night?" Bryan said, confused. "It feels like more," I told drying my eyes. "Bryan, can you promise me something?" I said. "What is it?" Bryan said, smiling. "When you get a job, don't go to fazbear entertainment," I said, hoping to change the future. "If it makes you stop being weird, sure," Bryan said happily. "Yes!" I shouted, hugging bryan again.
