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Chapter 4: No Success

(Brian's POV)

It had been a few days since I came back to Tim. I still had my mission in mind. I had to convince Tim to become a proxy... but how... He wouldn't want to… he was always stubborn about stuff like this… God how would I do this? I only had two weeks. And it had already been almost a week. This... was harder than I thought. I could sense master watching me, seeing my progress in my mission. All he was seeing was me nursing my Best friend, possibly my crush… God what was wrong with my life!? Or right, I turned it over to Slender man... I had to do this quickly. I only had a short time left. I only had one and a half weeks later. God I hope I can get Tim to join by then or I'm in for one hell of a work week.

"Hey Tim... have you ever thought about looking for a job?" I asked slowly one day at breakfast. He looked up from his bowl of cereal, swallowing his cheerios.

"No. Not really." He said after he licked his lips free of honeyd milk from his cereal.

"Cause... I found this really good job that both of us can do. I'm already a worker, you wanna come too?" I asked.

"Well what is it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's... uh... like... working with camera's and stuff.. You're really good at editing footage and camera stuff so..." I said slowly.

"What company is it?" He asked.

"I don't remember the name." I said at once. "It's like in a different language and you know how bad my memory is."

"Uhuh…" Tim said slowly, arching his eyebrow, giving me a look that said he didn't believe me.

"What? My memory is terrible. You know that." I pouted slightly.

"Not that terrible that you can't remember the place you work at," he pointed out.

"It's in a different language." I said indignantly.

"So you still would remember it," Tim huffed, rolling his brown eyes, and crossing his arms over his chest. I sighed with a slight roll of my eyes, dropping the subject. This obviously wasn't going anywhere... I realized how hard this was going to be. I finished breakfast and stood, putting my plate in the sink. How the hell was I gonna do this... I was getting a bit distressed...What if I didn't get the job done? What would master do to me?

Though I don't know how, Tim always seemed to know when I was sad or distressed and always had a way to make me smile.

"Oh Briaaaan, fetch my plate like a good nurse would ya?" He asked with a smirk, leaning back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and placing his feet on the table. I rolled my eyes.

"Alright. Alright." I said, bringing his plate over to him. "Anything else?" He thought for a moment, tapping his bottom lip with his index finger.

"Nah," he smirked.

"Wonderful." I smiled slightly, plopping down beside him. He stretched and pat me on the head with a smile, I could feel his fingertips playing with strands of my shaggy raven hair. I smiled slightly, enjoying the feeling. It was relaxing.

(TimeSkip 2 weeks)

(Tim's POV)

Brian had been trying to convince me to take a job at his workplace that he 'Can't remember the name of' though I wondered why he hadn't gone to work at all in these two weeks. When I tried to ask him this, he avoided the subject or said 'I got some time off.' Being his best friend since we were little, I could always tell when he was lying to me or hiding something. And he was definitely hiding something. He kept looking out the window as if he was sure someone was out there. Sometimes I heard him muttering under his breath. Stuff like, 'I'm working on it.' or 'Just a little more time.' I never asked him about this, seeing as I knew he wouldn't answer my questions. But as time went on, he began acting more and more nervous for some reason. Then one day… He disappeared again… I had even searched for him in Rosswoods again, but I never found him… Just some paper, but I didn't do anything about those… I didn't care about them… I wanted my Brian back! Why did he disappear again?! I'd just got him back! I looked for him for days on end, even going out in the cold rainy weather to search for him. I thought about him all the time. Where was he? Is he hurt? Did someone take him away? Is he starving? Is he in a hospital? Has he been kidnapped, and is waiting for me to rescue him? Was this the reason why he had been so nervous for the past few days? Had he known this was going to happen? Where was he... where was my best friend…

I felt tears slip down my cheeks. Agony gripped my heart… It wasn't physical pain… It was emotional pain… The grief of my loss of him was a hand, clenching my heart tightly, refusing to release it until I found Brian… My Brian. What was this feeling? Why did I yearn to find him so much... Why did my heart cry out in agony every time I thought of him? What was this? It couldn't be... it couldn't be... love... could it? Am I possibly gay? No… I thought I was straight… . But what I was feeling wasn't a worry you'd feel for a friend... and besides, it was Brian. It wouldn't be that bad to be gay if it was him… I'd go gay for him… I know I would… I mean he's pretty attractive... Yeah... I was sure of it. I was in love with Brian. I loved him… I wanted him… I wanted to find him so badly…

And when I do find him… If I find him… I will take cup his face with my hands and kiss him on his full, perfect lips and I will tell him that I love him. Cause I can.

Days turned to weeks, and I still couldn't find him. I was beginning to lose hope. The feeling of being watched was growing and the nightmares increased, not helping my current emotional state. I-I needed Brian back… I wanted him back… I wanted his comfort, I wanted him to hug me and pet my hair, tell me everything would be alright. I began drinking to drown the pain. It was unbearable without Brian with me. Everything was awful. I couldn't… I wanted to end it...