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Ehhh I dunno if I like this so enjoy?
Warnings!
Emetaphobia
Drinking
Religion (For people with religious trauma)
Anything in ____ brackets means it's in the past
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He stood there, clutching the metal cross in his hands as tears dared to fall. Dylan wasn't sure what was going through his mind but whatever it was wasn't good.
Colin had just dropped Rachel off and Blue was now showing her around the place, introducing her to the animatronics.
Colin left 20 minuets ago.
The redhead took a deep breath, pressing his back agaisnt the wall of the slushie stand, glancing at the large Mochi sign. He pressed the back or his hands to his eyes and let out a shaky breath, gripping the cross tighter until it almost felt like he could feel it.
Almost
He moved his hands and closed his eyes, letting his body slump more. "I need a drink" he mumbled to himself, shaking his head. Pluto had the alcohol issues not him. Pluto, Iris, most likely the milk man. They had those issues, he wasn't allowed to have them cuz no one would look after him.
Dylan felt alone frequently. He knew he had almost 30 animatronics at his location, and he could go to any other location whenever he pleased but it didn't matter. He was always helping people and it felt like noone every helped him.
He wasn't allowed to gain addictions or go crazy cuz who would pick him up when he did something dumb. Who would rub his back as he vomited his insides into a toilet? Who would run him a cold shower when his body bleeds? Who would sit on the floor and clean up his face when he comes back from freddy land? Who would hug him?
No one...cuz as much as his animatronics would say they loved him, they cared about him...they didn't want him. They didn't need him anymore.
Candy literally admitted that the months he was gone they thrived in the burger place.
He pushed himself off the wall and began to make his way towards Doodles bar. She should hopfully be turned off, if not she'd be with the group doing tours. And red probably wouldn't be around if Doodle isn't on.
He puts his hands in his pocket, rubbing his thumb over the cross to feel something. Anything. It didn't matter.
The place was quiet, a little to quiet for his liking. He'd sit and complain hour after hour about hating the noise, about now annoying it was when the animatronics screamed and yelled but now they weren't...he felt uneasy.
Dylan walked up to the bar, immediately cursing at the fact he still hadn't made stairs for it. "I'm not going the long way round" he mumbled to himself, hopping the bar and rubbing the back of his hand agaisnt his head.
His eyes wondered across the shelves of fully stocked alcohol. They were open tommorow so it would need to have been stocked full. Doodle probably did that earlier today. To which, Doodle wasn't at the bar so she must have been on tour.
He stood there for about 5 or so minuets, just thinking. He had no idea what to drink. He hadn't had a drink in who knows how long. Anything would do but he didn't want it too sweet of too heavy. Something that will get him drunk but not enough to forget the day.
He grabbed a bottle of Brandy, remembering how him and Adrien shared a bottle two weeks after Adrien found out about their dad being in the suit. It was a really shitty day but Dylan loved it.
It was raining hard when Adrien stormed out of candy's, screaming and shouting something about Davy and M&m. He couldn't remember the legistics of the argument but he knew it was upsetting.
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Adrien was stood in the rain, their hair already straight and down by their shoulders. They were already shaking from the cold.
"Adrien you're gonna catch a cold" Dylan shouted, trying to get his voice heard from the harsh weather
"No Dylan! I don't care!" they yelled "My father is dead in there. He's in the suit! And you-and you made M&m to replace him!? Why would you do that to me!" tears ran down their face as the storm got worse
"I wasn't replacing your dad-I was coping for loosing Mine!" Dylan stepped outside, not bothering to put his hood up. His hair was immediately soaked as he stepped forward to his friend "Adrien this is for me! I made him to cope about my issues. My problems."
Adrien shoulders dropped as they pulled down they jacket sleeves "So...you weren't trying to hurt me?"
"Never"
"Oh-" it looked back up at Dylan "I...I feel a bit dumb now" it laughed, smiling slightly as Dylan made an effort to laugh with them.
"Let me drive you home. Its the least I can do for you coming all the way here for work and then not even working"
They brunette nodded, pushing their hair out of their face and up their head. "Yeah, thanks"
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Dylan took a seat at the bar, sighing softly as he tapped his fingers against wood, hitting the lid of the bottle agaisnt the bar and it broke off.
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The car ride was supposed to take an hour and a half. Though Dylans cars broke down an hour into the drive. "Fuck" He hissed, hitting the steering wheel with his hands as he sighed "Fuck fuck fuck"
Adrien just laughed, shaking their head as they placed a hand on Dylans shoulder "Call a technician or someone to pick the car up? Whatever its called." they said, taking their seat belt off and climbing into the back seat
Dylan furrowed his brows as he watched Adrien very...'elegantly' climb into the back seat. He sighed, laughing to himself as he pulled out his phone, ringing Philip. No way would he let some random touch his car. It was his only alone space.
The call lasted about 5ish minuets before he hung up "Philip will be here in about 30 or so minutes. Apparently Sabrinas place is like a 30 minuets up north and he's been helping with a psycho chicken or whatever he called it. So yeah we'll-Where did you get that? Aren't you a little young to be going for the big boy drinks?"
Adrien laughed loudly as they had already poured themselves a drink of bourbon in a plastic cup they had in their bag. "its Bryans favourite so I nicked two bottles from his pantry at the star mall. Want some?"
The rest of that bit was a blur. All Dylan remembered was sitting on the curb at the side of the road with Adrien, sharing a bottle of bourbon while it chucked it down with rain. They didn't say much, just watched the cars drive past.
Dylan had somehow ended up with a cigarette. He'd never had another ciggeret after that day. Or at least he had never told anyone.
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"Oh Dylan-"
The voice came from behind the bar, as if they had been heading that way anyway "What happened" it was a rhetorical question. It was obvious Dylan drank his hours away.
There was shuffling and movement before a small blanket was pulled over Dylans shoulders as the man was out cold on the bar. The bottle was taken from his hands and there was a slight sound of gulping afterwards. Someone had a drink from the bottle.
The movment away from him was quick paced movment, the footsteps tapping across the carpet. They went back and fourth about 3 times before another set of heavier footsteps were heard. "in here"
Dylan felt himself get picked up, coming to back to consciousness for a brief second to look up at the person who had him in their arms. "Blaank?" he slurred
Blank smiled slightly, patting his hair and soothed him back to sleep. Dylan knew he was safe in his arms. He'd never felt safer-and that was saying something.