Warnings: mentions of blood, canon typical violence and gore, Toby being an ass, Jeff being an ass, everyone is an ass to someone else, nightmares, religious references.
Disclaimer: All characters and series belong to their respective owners. I won't list them all, because it would take too frickin' long. So yeah.
Anyway, this idea has been plaguing me, and I just had to write it! So hope you enjoy, and no one gets overly offended by some of the things that happen here.
Love, Keta.
Sweet Baby, Do not Cry
Prologue: My Name is Timothy Wright
My mother named me Timothy Wright despite my father's opposition to it. She had wanted to name me that before she ever found out I was a boy. I think she was expecting to have a perfect little boy who would grow up to be a scholar or some other stupid thing. She even called me Timothy constantly despite it sounding foreign and awful out of her mouth… My father called me Timothy as well, but he was always talking like that.
He left us when I was three, right before I was diagnosed as a freak, nature's mistake.
My friend, the only friend I had in those days, called me Tim, and for the first time in my life, I felt like a normal person. That was Brian.
We met in the hospital where I spent the majority of my childhood. He had broken his arm when he fell off of a ladder; no one knows what he was doing up there, but I was happy that he did. I was alone all of the time, until he showed up. He was a little odd too, but his family called it an imagination while mine chalked it up to my brain's problems…
Even as I grew up, Brian was a constant. It was he who would cradle my head when a seizure sent me to the ground, incapable of even telling him how sorry I am for worrying him. When the hospital burnt down and my mother finally sent me to school, he was the one who sat with me at lunch and made me feel like one of them, but not…
I knew I wasn't like the little mimics that pretended to be their parents. They were all perfectly normal.
I'm not normal… Not just because I'm a psychopath with a second side that takes over me when I'm stupid enough to give in. Not just because I was quarantined in a little room as a child. Not just because a demon has taken over my life and taken everyone I ever came to care for away. He took everyone but Brian… I guess I should be grateful for that…
But I'm not like the other proxies… I never have been, and I can't start now.