Wow, I just had this crazy thought 👀
If Brian is this "unstable" as he is as a proxy.
Imagine if his S/O took his place?
Like instead of him turning into a proxy and serving the Slenderman/Operator.
It's actually his S/O, and he is living a "normal" life, but without them. So maybe he came back to life but just because his S/O offered themselves in return. So basically it's like inverted roles.
I would imagine that this man would become a mess, losing his friends and now his S/O to the giant faceless creature, his everything.
(Small TW at the mention of drugs and alcohol)
Brian is at a party, music blasting while he lays in the cold bathtub, weed in his hand and a beer bottle in the other as he stares up blankly at the ceiling, the world becoming obsolete as his cross faded mind can only be filled with thoughts of you.
A small tear running down his face as he regrets meeting you and ever developing anything for you, yet at the same time, he misses you and wants you back.
Wow, my mind is spurring today 😳
THIS IS AMAZING WHAT?? I dug my self into a little pit I am so sorry it took me so long to respond to this master piece!! I free wrote a little drabble I hope you do not mind.
Music played just outside the door, the base so loud Brian could have felt the vibrations if he wasn't half submerged under water. It was like he couldn't hear it, everything in his mind was muffled by static. The buzzing had followed him everywhere since that night- or was it a week? That he couldn't remember no matter how hard he tried.
What had happened was a blur to him, it hurt to try and think about it. The few memories he had felt like he was sitting in the backseat, watching a scene unfold as a third party but from his own body. The only thing about it he could grasp was the people. While he could picture names, faces and even a select few events before it all happened, all that stuck out in his mind was you.
It was surprising because he had the least memory of you. Your hair was short, he thought, at least in the blurred more recent memories he had. Blunt and uneven in some places it was like you cut it yourself but was somehow fitting, charming almost on you, it framed your face well. A face he couldn't piece together. Even things before the incident, when you two were new couple, were disturbed, unlike his memories of everyone else.
Everyone else had files on them to- reports, job histories, facebook pages and abandoned families, yet you had nothing to your name. No old social media, no friends, no possessions he could find. The only thing that kept him clinging to your existence was yearbook photos and tapes. Tapes that had him, Tim, Jessica, Jay- everyone who was a mottled blob in his memory including you.
Brian's vision became hazy like his memories as he focused again and looked away from the ceiling, his eyes dancing with color as they readjusted to the light. Placing down the bottle of warm beer in his hand, he took a long drag from the joint that had miraculously survived his trip in the tub.
Standing up, a trail of water followed behind the blonde as he climbed out of the bath. A small puddle began forming at his feet as Brian began staring again, this time not absentmindedly, but at his own reflection. His cheeks were gaunt, sunken more than his natural cheek bones. His eyes looked dull too, somewhat hidden by his overgrown fringe. His hair hadn't been this long before, atleast not that he remembered.
He didn't remember much these days, everything speeding buy as he sat stuck in an intoxicated pit. Something he did remember though was how much he had loved you. How you had started this fire in him that fueled his every motivation. It was what helped him get up in the morning and soothed him to sleep at night.
There were vague memories of you tracing the tattoo's that ran along his arm. He could faintly smell the cologne you used on week-old hoodies and clothes for date night. The plushness and warmth of your skin felt almost real to him, but not quite enough as he gripped the cold, rigid marble of the counter.
That was it, all he could muster up from the hell he had lived through where you never left his side. Brian could not bare to think about it, how you had died with his memory. He had no other comforts or memories of you- well, aside from your name.
