(Completed (mainly) The DSAF'S Book Of Randomness 2

I... Remember You... Harry×Matt

AN- This is... technically a sequel to Pretend That Everything Is Alright. You don't exactly have to have read it for this to make sense, but you would have to read Matt The Eccedentesiast so you can understand my headcannon of Matt's past.

Warning
Swearing
Mention of Past Torture
A Bit Of A High Mention Of Rape
Slight Self Harm

Again, sorry for the angst.

A new pizzaria. A new job. A new hell. He kept on his smile as he walked into the pizzaria.

His boss was the orange man, Jack he thinks his name is.

He sets down his stuff, organizing everything.

'No more cocaine, none of that shit.' He reminded himself.

Who the hell cares about tokens anyway? Now a days they didn't give money for them anyway.

He talks to his boss, then just works. It... hurt. That even after all this time he was still stuck in this damn loop. He sighs, zoning out. "Hello? Hello hello?"

He shook his head, hoping his smile was creepy and believable. "Hey the-"

His smile faultered. It was Harry. He wanted to shout and run into his arms.

But, then he remembered. He didn't remember him. He wanted to sob. But his smile of course returned.

"Uh, hi there. Your the new employee, correct?"

"Yeah, name's Matt. I work at the prize corner. Everyone loves me!" Harry shook his head, looking confused. "Alright then. You can call me Scott." "I'll call you boss, since you technically are." Harry stood still for a few seconds.

"W... Were those gunshots?" "YES." Harry sighed.

"Well, if you ever need anything, just call me. Catch you on the FlipSide!"

Harry walked away. Matt's smile dropped, and he looked around. No one. He put his head down in his hands. He felt a single tear fall down his face.

"Why?" He mumbled. He tried to keep his emotions at bay.

'Why does life have to be this cruel?' He was with the ONE person that he always felt safe with, the ONE person he could trust. And he couldn't talk to him, as he didn't remember him.

He tried not to break down. He composed himself, slowly putting his face back up.

He kept on the smile, giving kids their tokens. He went home, saying bye to his boss.

Then, he realized something. He would be alone with Harry for a month, since Jack wouldn't be back till then. And knowing phone guys, he would constantly be checking on him. He just walked into his old, run down house.

He slowly walked into his room, falling onto his hard and ruined bed.

His eyes were just dead, and his smile slightly dropped.

He.

Was.

Tired.

Exhausted.

He wanted to scream, to sob. But, that was weakness. He did learn one thing from being stuck in that place for 13 years.

Don't.

Show.

Weakness.

If it can be helped, just stay creepy. No one will hurt you if you make sure your not approachable.

So, he just stared at the ceiling, his smile never leaving. He was a horrible person.

He deserved this suffering.