The camera starts on the ground. Wind blows dusty and leaves through the view of the shot and pans up to see the feet of Bray Wyatt, who sits in his work shed, hammering away on a long piece of wood.
Bray Wyatt: Reborn... To be reborn oh what a dream, man. To go through life as a new man with new opportunities, not plagued by his mistakes of old. That's where I envy you man. You get to go through living life as though you can do no wrong, which is a luxury that I have never had. But you, Matt... You need to realize, that I and you are mere mortal men. I am Bray and you are Matthew Sydal, nothing more and nothing less. We are humans and we make mistakes. We each go day in and day out trying to be the best we can, man, but you need to learn to WAKE UP! REALIZE YOUR FAILURES!
Bray laughs as he puts down the hammer. He stares the camera in the eyes, looking dead and cold.
Bray Wyatt: You think that just because you have traveled the world that you can do no wrong? Well, sir, me and you live in alternate realities. I have my demons and I fight them day in and day out, but the difference between me and you, Sydal, is that I win. I conquer the voices and defeat the evil inside of me. But you... You, man, you disappoint the hell out of me. You cave into your cravings and desires and you ruin your potential every single day of you life while refusing to accept responsibility for you actions!
Bray pauses, walking over to his rocking chair and sits down, leaning in to the camera and whispering.
Bray Wyatt: Tell me, Matthew. Was it worth throwing away years off of your life for addiction? Was it worth getting that extra high for another hour just to lose time seeing your grandchildren grow up to be functioning adults?! You may not think it matters now, but let me tell you something. When you grow old and grey, and trust me you will because all mortal men do, you will regret all of your toxic choices. You will know that you were wrong and foolish and selfish as all hell!
Bray sits back, laughing. He then looks sympathetically.
Bray Wyatt: You think you're so smart because you have the internet at your fingertips... I have no need such luxury, man. You won't find me on Twitter or Instagram. You find me here. My message... It isn't skin deep. It goes down into the soul and it moves through my family. I never claim to know everything, but I do know you are a pestilent little punk that needs to be knocked down a notch or two when it comes to believing in your own immortality. You know nothing about my way of handling my family, and the fact that you want to make me look at the "real Bray Wyatt" makes me sick to my god damned stomach, man. Because... The real Bray Wyatt is the man before you. The real Bray Wyatt is the man who will drop you one your skull until some sense of reality gets knocked into it. The real Bray Wyatt will show no mercy to the man who thinks I "follow" any being, mortal or otherwise, as though I need any of your guidance.
Bray gets up and walks towards what he was nailing. He picks it up to the camera. It's a wooden Tombstone that says, "R.I.P. Matt Sydal, He lived sheltered life, but was overcome by his inner demons."
Bray Wyatt: And the real... Bray Wyatt... Has the whole damn world in his hands, man!
Bray smiles cryptically and the camera shutters, as the feed cuts and cuts out followed by two words written in blood red writing.
FIND ME
Bray Wyatt: Reborn... To be reborn oh what a dream, man. To go through life as a new man with new opportunities, not plagued by his mistakes of old. That's where I envy you man. You get to go through living life as though you can do no wrong, which is a luxury that I have never had. But you, Matt... You need to realize, that I and you are mere mortal men. I am Bray and you are Matthew Sydal, nothing more and nothing less. We are humans and we make mistakes. We each go day in and day out trying to be the best we can, man, but you need to learn to WAKE UP! REALIZE YOUR FAILURES!
Bray laughs as he puts down the hammer. He stares the camera in the eyes, looking dead and cold.
Bray Wyatt: You think that just because you have traveled the world that you can do no wrong? Well, sir, me and you live in alternate realities. I have my demons and I fight them day in and day out, but the difference between me and you, Sydal, is that I win. I conquer the voices and defeat the evil inside of me. But you... You, man, you disappoint the hell out of me. You cave into your cravings and desires and you ruin your potential every single day of you life while refusing to accept responsibility for you actions!
Bray pauses, walking over to his rocking chair and sits down, leaning in to the camera and whispering.
Bray Wyatt: Tell me, Matthew. Was it worth throwing away years off of your life for addiction? Was it worth getting that extra high for another hour just to lose time seeing your grandchildren grow up to be functioning adults?! You may not think it matters now, but let me tell you something. When you grow old and grey, and trust me you will because all mortal men do, you will regret all of your toxic choices. You will know that you were wrong and foolish and selfish as all hell!
Bray sits back, laughing. He then looks sympathetically.
Bray Wyatt: You think you're so smart because you have the internet at your fingertips... I have no need such luxury, man. You won't find me on Twitter or Instagram. You find me here. My message... It isn't skin deep. It goes down into the soul and it moves through my family. I never claim to know everything, but I do know you are a pestilent little punk that needs to be knocked down a notch or two when it comes to believing in your own immortality. You know nothing about my way of handling my family, and the fact that you want to make me look at the "real Bray Wyatt" makes me sick to my god damned stomach, man. Because... The real Bray Wyatt is the man before you. The real Bray Wyatt is the man who will drop you one your skull until some sense of reality gets knocked into it. The real Bray Wyatt will show no mercy to the man who thinks I "follow" any being, mortal or otherwise, as though I need any of your guidance.
Bray gets up and walks towards what he was nailing. He picks it up to the camera. It's a wooden Tombstone that says, "R.I.P. Matt Sydal, He lived sheltered life, but was overcome by his inner demons."
Bray Wyatt: And the real... Bray Wyatt... Has the whole damn world in his hands, man!
Bray smiles cryptically and the camera shutters, as the feed cuts and cuts out followed by two words written in blood red writing.
FIND ME