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💙(tff) too sentience

Tw:existential crisis/questioning your existence/questioning what is real

-bryan's pov-

"Another day at freddy fazbears- oh screw it" I say after that loud happy tone

I looked forward down the path, the path that leads to my job everyday...if it even is everyday

I looked to the dark tunnel 'there is no point' the amount if times I ran though it just to end up running to the pizzeria or already being inside like I was teleported

Hell I probably was like when time gets fast forward. Yeah I know about that, I've known. The only difference being I now know that its being cast forwarded or well skipped

You pick up on this. I started to walk to the pizzeria knowing that was the only thing I could do. If I didn't he would make me

Who he is? Don't know other then its me...how do I know that? Beats me

The thing is, looking at that thing. He looks nothing like me, but when I saw him on lefty's birthday....I told lefty I saw myself, but how did I know that... Probably since he knows

I stared at the pizzeria, the place I once loved. I love the animatronics...but this is my life...my life...pffft that's funny

I don't even know if there is a world outside of this place, I can't remember...I can't remember anything but this place

I opened the door walking in, the reception desk that still needs a receptionist...though we will never get on

I walked though the doors to the main room where my friends were, the ones who think I'm crazy at this point or well clumsy

I would try to explain it to them hell I tried... Can't tell if they choose to ignore that talk or they don't remember it

They seem more under his influence then I am...why aren't I? Why can I tell that's going on

That we are just some show for him. Some kind of entertainment... Puppets on strings

Not knowing if we would ever be free. I tool a deep breath putting on that now fake smile

"Hey guys!" I raised my hand and walked over. Now for another round...I wonder if this is a replay of another day or something new....not like it matters

Not like what I think matters... It's what he thinks...what he wants

That's what matters...

We people...not them...we as I doubt if I'm even real... If this world was ever real or if we were always a show

A show he made...a show that I don't even know will end or what will happen once it does...

Guess That's a future problem...if there is future

I sighed...I hate this...I hate it so much