The life of a Big Brother

"Hey…hey wake up….," an odd voice asked me. This voice sounded distantly familiar in the strangest way to me, like a certain dream that is just out of your reach. It also sounded feminine, at least slightly, it was hard to tell in the area I was in, where was I even?

"Please wake up, Mr. Bubbles? Can you wake him?" I felt something grab me, crushing my arms, and most of what felt like, metal maybe, and, glass? The man called Mr. Bubbles ripped me out from my confinement, making me open my eyes. The man was large, very large, with some kind of diving suit, and an odd looking helmet, it had four port holes with a cage around the rest of the helm, and his suit was rust colored with dark splotches in certain areas, mainly around the chest. He was standing upright, with broad shoulders and a large pipe on his back, possibly made of lead? Mr. B also wore thick boots, with his posture softening when he let put me on the floor.

I saw someone come out behind from the Metal man known as Mr. Bubbles, she couldn't have been older than six years old, the girl wore a white, lacy dress, tainted with years of neglect and wear. She had yellow, glowing eyes, which happened to be staring right at me, as if they were staring straight through my very soul.

"Mr. B, look, it's a little boy!" Mr. B uttered a low moan in response. I stepped back in fear, reeling from the sudden meeting.

"Please, don't be afraid, my name's Jane and this Mr. B," she motioned to the large metal man towering above me, the holes on his bronze helmet turning slightly yellow. "What's your name?" she asked innocently. I spoke up for the first time, my jaw barely moving. "I….I'm Connor"

The little girl, Jane, smiled at me, a lovely smile in my mind. She took hold of my hand, her hand warm and tender against mine. I felt my face flush as she pulled me across the corridor, Mr. B closely following the two of us. Soon we reached the end of the room, appearing at some kind of a vent, with a pool of water beside it. "Please wait" I said, anxious to see what I looked like. I peered into the water, seeing my reflection quite clearly, despite all the grime and dirt around me. I brushed my short, dark brown hair from my eyes, which were a light green. I ran my hand across my face, which was slim and well nourished. If I was correct, I appeared to be just as old as the little girl, a light grey collar shirt and blue jeans on my body, with black sneakers. My skin was light, a little darker than Jane's. I blinked, surprised at my appearance.

"Connor," Jane said anxiously, "I want you to see something, please." She climbed into the vent, motioning for me to follow. I climbed in, looking behind me at Mr. B. "What about Mr. Bubbles?" Jane smiled again. "Mr. B will be back, he always comes back after beddy byes over" She moved further into the vent, disappearing after a few seconds. I followed, feeling cramped in the small space. Eventually, I reached the end of the tunnel, climbing out and landing on the floor with a soft thud. I walked into a large foyer, with a large man towering above me. "Welcome lad, I'm Marcus Zing, your new keeper."