1257 Words

POV Jack

He did it. He actually did it. My father locked me in the same room as the one who wants to tear me in two, and make sure im alive to witness it all. I'm really thinking dad dosent want me alive.

I'm shaking as hard as Andrew's amp when he plays his guitar. I'm really not excited for being locked in a room with Mark, but I know that dad wont let us out until we actually talk. My vision was blurring with the many hot tears over whelming it, I slightly craned my neck, and looked at Mark. His eyes were pink, and cheeks white. Was he crying?

"Well," I tried to start something, but there was no way I could once I heard my dumb voice shaking like a loser's. I was surprised by it. It was really high, and cracking.

"Well what?" He snapped, jerking his head over, and looking at me with anger filing his eyes to the brim. Tears were about to fill mine, but no. Not today Jack. You cant act like a baby all the time. This is why Mark hates you. This is why those smelly animatronics hate you too. You cant cry.

"No, I know what Jack." Mark digressed, and laid his head in his hands. I was really surprised to see him like this. He is usually so strong, and, well mean, He never shows hes weak. Mark Isnt weak, but he never breaks. I don't know if hes going to, but he might by the way things are going.

"Then, what?" I asked, really trying to look at him, but there is no way.

"Its, UGH! Its not fair Jack!!" He yelled, pulling his hair, I shriveled, but I can hear him fully for the first time, Its like, I can hear past his low, groveling voice, and can actually hear his words.

"Tell me whats not fair," I continued to prod. I have a feeling that hes going to tell me any second, and I want him to know im here for him, even after all the stuff hes put me through.

"You get all the attention, and I get ignored! That's not fair! Im dad's son too! Its not just you!" He moaned. I was honestly surprised by his answer.

"I have a band, I have things I need, I just want attention too. Its like, im not even here anymore!" He cried.

"I don't want the attention. Mark. I would love if you were to take it." I said, and I wasn't lying about that too.

"Well it dosent matter that you don't want it, youre getting it, and youll be the only one to get it as long as dad is alone."

"Why do I get the attention and you don't?" I asked, and he was getting really mad.

"Because you're dad's precious little angel, reminding him of mom, and me, reminding him of how much he hates his life, because of me!"

"Mark, you had nothing to do with momma passing away."

"I know, but Youre the one who reminds him of her, that's why he loves you so much, and why he dosent pay any attention to me anymore! You will never know the pain of having no one love you little dude."

"Mark, you don't know that either,"

"Bull fucking shit if I don't know it! No one truly loves me, My fuck tard friends don't know how to love, I remind my dad of pain, and torture, mom used to love me, but shes gone, who else is there?!" He yelled. For the first time in all my six years of being on this planet, I looked Mark In the eyes, Im surprised at how beautiful his eyes actually are. There big, and brown, with black, and gold speck glinting in the moonlight beaming though the window.

"Mark, I love you," Those words tasted like bitter licorice in my mouth, but like juicy pear in my heart. I knew that I shouldn't love him, but I cant but not to, he is my only brother, and I love him. He was more surprised than I was I think. His eyes grew wide, and filled to the brim with awe. His mouth dropped open slightly, and he just stared at me.

"Wh, no you don't." He gave up, and looked over, trying to avoid me.

"Yes I do Mark." I snapped, How in the holy crap did I become so stupid, as to respond to Mark in dark fashion? Im dead.

"Why?! I treat you like absolute shit! I beat you! Don't love me!" He was getting more and more desperate.

"Why? Because you're my brother, and you keep me company," I said quietly.

"Hitting you is keeping you company?!! Are you seriously this fucking pathetic Jack?" His eyes filled with anger again.

"You know I am. Im nothing Mark, and I choose to be nothing, so that you have the chance to be something. I love you Mark." I made the mistake of a life time, and shot up from the bed, and hugged him. Huh, this obviously isn't right, I feel really empty, but I'm hugging an actual human, rather than a stuffed animal, and first of all, Its Mark, and he isn't throwing me away right away. Is he actually accepting this?

I soon felt the very muscly arms of Mark tightly wrap around my thin frame, and bury his nose in my shirt. He was absolutely sobbing. For the first time in sixteen years, Mark Fazbear has broken down, and let his emotions free, and love take over.

I heard footsteps clomping down the hall. Please don't come in here and ruin this dad. Let me have this moment. The door creaked open, and I saw a light beam pouring in, I squeezed him tighter.

"I lo-" He was going to say the one thing I needed in my life, but he was soon cut off by the laughter of three meanie heads.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Felix asked, his Swedish accent thick, and full of sarcasm.

Mark quickly let go, and stood up to his "friends" Leaving me in the dust to try and remember our empty hug.

"- I was trying to pick him up," He said, then walked over to me, shoved his cold hands underneath my armpits, then hoisting me up into the air, I froze in his arms, I HATE being picked up.

"And?!" Ken asked, rolling his deep brown eyes,

Mark looked into my terrified eyes, and seemed to feel remorse to what ever terrible deed he was about to pull.

"To literally throw him into his room, and far the fuck away from me!" He said with an evil laugh. He and his friends brought me out into the hallway, while Felix kicked open my door, breaking the lock, while Mark wound back, and literally flung me into my room.

"DUDE THAT WAS AWESOME!" His friends laughed, and highfived Mark. I didn't even want to look in his direction anymore. I just let the tears fall, as I scooted across my floor with an extreme pain bursting through my ribs. I may be broken, but who cares. He wont like me now, and he didn't like me before I was broken either. I kept scooting over, to my tattered teddy bear. I just need to squeeze his hand one more time, and everything will be ok.

"He hates you,"

"Wh- what?!"

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