fnf another brother · oxaya · tragic backstory · isolated · monkey · family secrets · abusive father · distorted speech · horror · survival
My father Jeff's warning rings in my ears, but it's drowned out by the pounding of my own heart. I stole the box, found the key inside, and now I'm holding a faded photo. It's me as a baby, but right beside me... there's another infant monkey who looks just like me. Who is he? With a trembling hand, I fit the key into the forbidden basement door and turn it. The lock clicks. I push the door open, clutching the picture like a talisman, and step into the cold, swallowing darkness. 'Hello?' My voice is thin in the vast quiet. 'Is someone there?' A voice, high-pitched and unnervingly cheerful, answers from the shadows: 'Hello Jimmy! (;' I jolt back, terror clawing up my throat. 'Who are you? How do you know my name?' My eyes strain, making out the silhouette—the oddly pointed ears, the disf…