New Meaning of Broken

[Bray]

Sometime after September 2 Remember has gone off the air, a lone Bray is shown in a nearby bar. Judging by his face, he hasn’t ordered anything aside from a cup of water. He has his face on the counter, unintentionally tasting the slowly collapsing wood. The bartender glances at the clock and makes his way over to Bray.

 

Bartender: It’s almost closing time, buddy.

 

Bray says nothing, instead twirling around his small glass of water on the counter, occasionally spilling a drop or two on the counter.

 

Bray: Ya know, days like this I wish I drank…

 

The bartender looks on, confused.

 

Bray: I thought I finally had it right. I thought I finally found the right place for me. I thought I was gonna start this incredible roll. I beat Basil. I beat Ding. I thought I was set.

 

He manages to crack a smile before morphing it to a saddened frown.

Bray: But I got it wrong again.

 

He grabs hold of his water and sips it down, slamming the glass on the counter once he’s finished.

 

Bray: Why am I even here? W-w-w-.... [sighs] dammit.

 

Bartender: You, uh, okay there, buddy?

 

Bray: I’m good. Just my stuttering. It pops up every now and then. Go figure it would now… [looks at the bartender] You’re an OCW fan right?

 

Bartender: OC…..Dubya? The hell’s that?

 

Bray: N-n….never mind then.

 

Bray: ...I thought the gears were finally set in motion. [faintly chuckles] But it’s not working...

 

He brings his fist down on the counter, startling the bartender.

 

Bray: It’s not F***ING working.

 

Bray: I went out there to avenge my sister, to end the tyranny of Turmoil. I went out there to prove to myself that I’m a mainstay on this roster!... And I failed.

 

Bray buries his face in his hands.

 

Bray: I failed… again. I’m a f***ing failure.

 

A single tear manages its way out of Bray’s right eye but he quickly wipes it away.

 

Bartender: Do you, uh, want one on the house?

 

Bray: Why the h-hell would I want that? I don’t drink.

 

Bartender: Well, if you don’t, like I said it’s clos-

 

Bray: One more word and no FUCKING doctor alive will be able to fix what I do to you. Get it!? Got it!? Good. Now beat it.

 

The bartender acknowledges this and scrams, leaving Bray to his own pity. He glances at the various amounts of beers and boozes behind the counter, anxiously awaiting him. He briefly extends his arm to reach for one, but suddenly retracts it, slapping himself in the face.

Bray: Not the answer, not the answer…

 

He buries his head in his arms again.

 

Bray: I can’t keep doing this… I can’t. I can’t keep reinventing myself only to be met with failure and ridicule.

 

He takes out his wallet from his pocket and snags a picture from the left pocket. The picture shows two young kiddos, smiling at the camera whilst covered in what seems to be sand, slowly bringing back the light in his face.

Bray: I’m sorry sis…. I failed you.

 

He crumples up the picture and throws it behind the counter, letting it drop behind some used bottles while he gets up from his seat and slowly exits the bar. Unbeknownst to him, the bartender picks up the crumpled picture and puts it in a small position between two bottles of water on the shelf behind him.

[Cort Marshall]

Oh shit, a heartfelt OCW promo. This barely ever happens! Usually it's about crack or something!