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Bryan knew he was having issues. It was hard not to notice, with how he would be driving home from the pizzeria, and one blink later, he would be at home on his couch, halfway through a telenovela.
The animatronics noticed as well. He did not remember plans or birthdays, he would be acting normal then suddenly ask “when did we get here?”- and of course, seeing something they could not.
He knew it was a hallucination, likely caused by the sleep he did not seem to be getting.
But something about the purple version of himself…
…something was wrong.