I don't normally like to include real names in my writings of wrestlers since I focus on kayfabe. However, Kane is one of those tricky people that doesn't work very well for, along with the Undertaker. So I have used his real first name for this fic. Paul Bearer's name, however, remains.
Please enjoy. Written for a December prompt.
"Moment of Clarity"
"Bearrr," Glenn said to himself. His small feet wiggled as he kicked his legs while sitting on the bench. Copper auburn hair was cut short on his head, but not enough to hide the wave in it. "Bayer," he said again, scrunching up his nose.
The little boy's head jerked up when he heard someone's footsteps.
It was a man that was long familiar to the boy. He wasn't a tall man, but he was not a small one in the least. Pale skin was matched with copper red hair. An apron covered his front to protect his clothes.
"What on earth are you doing out here, Glenn?" He asked.
"Nothing, Mr. Bear," Glenn replied, his mouth stretching in a wide grin. A small gap had developed between his two front teeth.
Not being able to resist a smile himself, Paul shook his head. "Glenn, it's Bear-er."
"When I say it, it sounds like bear." With a giggle, Glenn bared his teeth and growled. He giggled again.
Once more, Paul shook his head. He reached out and ruffled Glenn's hair.
Glenn let out a small protest with a grin still on his face.
However, Paul's hand stopped but his fingers still stayed in the boy's hair.
Eyes turning up, the grin on Glenn's face faded. The look he saw in Paul's face was strange. He didn't know why the man was looking at him as if he had been slapped.
"Mr. Bayer?"
The man blinked. "Oh!" His hand smoothed Glenn's hair back before withdrawing. "Come on, Glenn, let's go to the kitchen. I'm sure your mama's got lunch ready by now."
"Okay!" Glenn agreed as he hopped off the bench.
Something didn't escape the boy's attention though. As Paul took Glenn's hand, he noticed the look came back to Paul's face.
Mr. Bearer was a weird man.