Bryan's pov

I walked out of the bathroom to find everyone talking.

"What's going on?" I asked, and everyone looked at me with sympathy.
"Bryan, we did some googling and found out about the party," Lefty said, comfortingly.
Oh God, at least they don't know about the other thing.
"And we talked about the changes in behavior, so now we believe you have PTSD," Ballora said, frowning at him.
"And it makes sense to go to a party, and a bunch of crazy drunks start killing each other, I get that, but I don't know why you didn't tell us?" Molten said, confused.
"I didn't tell you guys because no one would understand," I said starting to tear up
This was different; this wasn't Afton talking it was me, it was, actually me not a brain just myself.
"We could try to understand," Baby said, trying not to be sad.
"You can't, no one can," I said walking out molten tried to stop me, but lefty grabbed his shoulder.

I walked away and towards the pool to clear my head.
Someone pushed me, and I fell in.

I surfaced and saw everyone; Baby was standing closer to the pool; she pushed me.
She starts laughing, but everyone else just looked at me in shock.
I got out and started yelling.
"BABY HOW DARE YOU THROW ME IN THE POOL" I shouted in anger.
"What the?" molten muttered, but I didn't respond to it.
Ballora then came up to me and said
"How dare you shout at a little girl she was trying to loosen you up!" she cried, poking me in the chest.
"Shut up Amelia and control your daughter!" I shouted before walking away, wholly soaked.

3rd person
When Bryan walked away, everyone was standing there speechless.
"How did he know my real name?" Ballora said, shocked.
"What's wrong with his hair and skin?" Lefty said, commenting on the white hair and skin.

Bryan only noticed his appearance change when he got home and finally read the hair dye and bronzer, fine print.
'Don't go in contact with heated water when wearing product.'