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Pinky Unleashed Ch 18
Sorry for the long wait between chapters. I had writer's block.
Ch 18: Overtaken
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Pinky didn’t remember having his photo taken by anyone other than Chip. And while he understood that Chip’s photo had been an accident, he still didn’t want to see himself through the lens of a camera.
Before the world broke, Pinky loved posing for pictures. Applying makeup, choosing his clothes, allowing Brain to guide him through a pose that would best fit whatever they needed for world domination…it had always been a fun activity.
Yet now, that enjoyment turned to fear. He couldn’t recognize himself anymore.
The color of his fur was all wrong, bristling out at unnatural angles. The outline of his body blended with the dark surroundings, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
And his eyes were a hollow, blank white.
No pupils. No color. No life or personality or soul within them.
That’s not me! Pinky wanted to scream, but the words refused to come.
The men’s smiles lacked warmth and joy. Their cruel, predatory gazes bore through Pinky, sizing him up like he was nothing more than a giant sack of money. An uncomfortable feeling traveled through him.
He didn’t like how they looked at him. He felt…icky. Disgusting. Wrong.
But the shocked, fearful expressions on Brain and Chip’s faces hurt him worse than these men ever could.
They’ve seen what I can do. They know it’s only a matter of time before I…
He clamped down on that horrible thought, his clawed hands shaking. These men…he didn’t understand how they recognized him, or why the birds’ beaks and feet were tied up, or why the scent of fear hung so heavily in the air.
From the birds, from Chip, from Brain…every worry, every drop of sadness they had clung to Pinky, clogging his nostrils and weighing upon his chest. Crushing him, screaming at him, begging him to take action.
That fear and sorrow he suddenly felt in the forest caused him to run away despite Brain’s constant warnings. Something within him needed to know whose emotions he was sensing, and why they were so overwhelming and strong.
An entire flock of colorful parakeets laid helplessly at the bottom of the cage, their fear of never being able to fly freely among the trees and sky pouring off them in powerful waves. Their beaks and feet were bound, their wings taped to their bodies. They couldn’t move, fly, or call for help.
All hope had drained from their eyes.
Pinky didn’t know who these men were, how they had a photo of him, or what they were planning to do with the parakeets, but he knew they were dangerous.
And they were going to hurt Brain and Chip if given the chance.
Pinky’s head pounded, an unexpected anger boiling within him. It erupted in his stomach, a hot flash of anger that rushed into his limbs, his heart, and his head.
He doubled over, his breathing ragged, crimson seeping into his vision once again. The rainforest…his friends…the helpless, caged birds…everything was drenched in blood, swallowed by the rising fury coursing through his body.
I’m sorry…I heard you crying for help, but I…I can’t-
These birds…he’d heard them calling out for help, pleading and slowly losing hope with every passing second, and he wished he could be the help they desperately needed.
But he couldn’t.
The darkness closed in, and he was only going to destroy everyone he wanted to save.
Pain exploded through his shoulder, a warm and sticky liquid drenching his fur. He howled, the heavy blood scent invading his nostrils and penetrating his mind, choking him with its aroma.
A clamp gripped his other shoulder, restraining him, clawing out his fur and digging deeper into his flesh.
He hated how it tried to cage him, control him, hurt him. The hatred burned through his body, filling his head and coating his clawtips.
There was a frightened voice within him, screaming that this all felt wrong. So very wrong.
But he ignored the warnings, the weakening pleas, the cries that wouldn’t protect anyone he cared about.
Taking action was the only way out! Why couldn’t that stupid mouse understand anything?
The man swung his knife, the sharp blade bloodstained in the moonlight. But Pinky caught the man’s wrist before the blade slashed his muzzle, digging his claws into the man’s bare skin. His claws pierced flesh, the salty scent of blood filling the air.
But the man stubbornly clung to his weapon, teeth clenched as he struggled in Pinky’s tight hold. The man growled, a low, primal sound, that made Pinky’s fur rise along his spine. He didn’t yield as easily as Pinky wanted.
He’s too strong! We need to get everyone out of here! the mouse’s voice whimpered.
NO! I CAN BEAT HIM! THAT’S THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE STAYS SAFE!
The mouse curled into a ball, cowering away in the corner of his mind. With every shake of his body, it was clear he disagreed, but he was too frightened to voice it any further.
Why couldn’t he understand? This man was a threat. If he wasn’t dealt with now, he’d just come after them over and over with his knives and nets and weapons until they were all captured or killed.
And how were they supposed to save the world if they were trapped and separated forever?
The man glanced at his bleeding wrist, completely unfazed, a low, cruel chuckle escaping him.
“That’s all the fight you have, beast?” he said, disappointment coloring his tone. “Our client promised you’d be a dangerous creature. A shame. I was hoping to test my skills. Catch a rare prize instead of the usual brood.”
Pain exploded in Pinky’s stomach, all air driven from his body. His chest hurt when he tried to take a breath, his vision blurred as cold steel knocked him to the ground, digging into his side when he tried to stand up.
“Get up!” the man barked, shoving Pinky’s head onto the ground. Pinky coughed, growling helplessly as the taste of dirt and grass filled his mouth. He thrashed and howled, but his attacker had planted himself firmly behind Pinky, one large hand releasing Pinky’s head briefly before shoving him down once again. “I said, get up! Or are you just happy to waste my damn time? Why can’t you show us what you’re really capable of?”
“Bruce-” somebody said in warning.
“Shut up, Pete! Grab the ropes already!”
Pinky turned toward the sound of a door slamming open, but his head was forced down, and he was forced to look straight ahead.
Right at a wide-eyed Chip and Brain, who was absolutely stiff with fear. They blended in with the shadows of the tall shrubs along the side of the road.
The poachers hadn’t noticed them yet. They only cared about capturing Pinky for the enormous sack of money awaiting them.
And Pinky wanted it to remain that way.
He didn’t want them to set their sights on Chip, whose unusual appearance might lead to a target on his back. Chip needed to stay free so he could open the Gaia Temples for Brain. And he was only beginning to experience everything the world had to offer. The poachers would take it all away from him.
And Brain…there was so much fear shrouding him. Though he tried not to feel it, tried to focus on saving the world, Pinky knew these poachers were the type of human that scared Brain the most.
The ones with no regard for an animal’s life or the planet on which they lived.
“Keep it still,” Pete grunted. A boot prodded his side, spikes stabbing at Pinky’s hip. He whined, but that only earned him a sharp blow around his sensitive ear. “Ya sure we’ll get the promised amount? Varmin’s skinnier than a twig around the waist.”
Bruce scoffed, jerking Pinky’s head upward.
“Far as I’m concerned, he can pay upfront or at gunpoint. Don’t care either way. Now hurry up before it bites my hand off!”
Rough fingers held his jaws shut, a coarse, scratchy rope wrapping around his muzzle. He tried to move his head to dislodge it, but the poachers only cursed in his face and yanked on the rope, tightening it until he could barely breathe.
He didn’t want to bite their fingers off, nor did he want to taste their blood on his tongue.
But their fingers were too close to his fangs, confident and secure now that he couldn’t open his mouth anymore.
Unable to speak or move, all Pinky could do was silently beg them to go away before he lost control again. That mean, angry poacher with the knife had tried to goad him into showing off his real strength, but he had no idea what he was asking for.
Had no idea of all the destruction that would cause. That he’d lose Brain and Chip’s trust and friendship forever if he wasn’t careful.
Then the rope slackened, and the poacher who’d tied the rope around his muzzle suddenly leapt back with a screech.
At the same time, a bright light flooded Pinky’s vision. He recoiled as his surroundings became one giant blur, the poacher’s heavy weight vanishing from his back.
Though he couldn’t see clearly, he quickly slipped out of the poacher’s reach and clawed at the rope around his muzzle. It was tight and uncomfortable, so unlike the softness of Brain’s hand whenever he grabbed his face.
But his fingers were too thick, too clumsy. He couldn’t find the knot, and the rope was too coarse to be easily cut through. He tried to dig deeper, only to yelp when his claws ripped out small patches of fur underneath.
Total chaos surrounded him.
The poachers screamed with fury, spewing profanity while they trampled grass and kicked up dust. Several captured birds had broken free of their restraints and clawed at the bars of the cage with their talons, frantically beating their wings and begging for release.
Green light flashed in random patterns, disorienting the poachers. To Pinky’s horror, Chip flitted around their heads, sticking his tongue out as he goaded the poachers into trying to grab him.
“You can’t catch me! Whoops, better luck next time!” he taunted, shaking his puffy tail when a hand tried to snatch him out of the air and missed.
The light illuminated Brain, who clung to the country-accented poacher’s nose with a determined expression. Fingers pinched his zigzagged tail and squeezed his small body, but Brain was putting up a fight despite his size. He refused to let go of the poacher’s nose, sinking his fingers into wrinkled flesh and biting down as hard as a mouse could manage. He hardly made a sound, his grunts lost among the birds’ squawks, Chip’s taunting, and the poachers’ shouting.
Hide before they do something awful to you!
Why weren’t they hiding? Pinky never asked them to jump into danger for him. He didn’t want them to get involved in his battles. He had no desire to see them captured, hurt, or worse.
He could handle it. He could protect them.
Even if I’m not doing a very good job of keeping you safe….
Brain screamed, the poacher finally yanking him off his face. Crushed between cruel human fingers, Brain let out a helpless squeak as he was unceremoniously hurled onto the ground.
His fingers twitched, but he could barely move.
Pinky tried to call out to him, yet his voice was muffled by the rope. An uncomfortable, heavy weight pushed against his throat like it was being crushed by a whale, preventing him from making a sound.
“Brain!” Chip cried out. He swooped down, hands outstretched to pick up Brain and guide him to safety. But in his haste to grab Brain, he didn’t see the other poacher’s fist.
The blow collided with the side of his head. Chip plummeted to the ground, a small dust cloud stirring from the force of his painful landing. His tiny wings fluttered uselessly in the long shadow of his attacker.
The light from his orb flickered, dimmed, and disappeared completely, leaving only the smashed headlights from the broken truck as the only break from complete darkness. But unlike Chip’s bright, comforting light, these were narrow, thin, and unfriendly.
Chip’s eyes were wide and stricken with panic, and he curled into a frightened, burgundy ball, trying to make himself look as small as possible.
Brain rushed to Chip’s side, frantically slapping his face with quick, repeated strokes to get his attention. When that didn’t work, Brain desperately tapped the orb on Chip’s necklace, as if that would get the built-in flashlight to work again.
The poachers loomed over them, wicked smirks on their faces, hands clenched into fists, heavy boots raised….
….and they screamed when their truck sailed just inches above their heads, crashing into a tree on the other side of the road.
He smelled the sweat coating their palms and necks, fear scent bursting through every pore. He saw the whites of their eyes, their pupils shrunken to tiny pinpoints. The hair on the back of their necks stood on end, their feet rooted to the ground.
Snarling, he tossed a jagged metal bar aside.
With shaking hands, the men raised their pistols. Loud gunshots rang through the night, and screams filled the once-quiet jungle.
Their aim was sloppy. They were too unnerved, their hands shaking so much that they couldn’t hit the target.
These men…how dare they try to take everyone away from him. Everyone he cared about, everyone he tried to protect…they were all relying on him.
He couldn’t let them down.
He stalked towards the poachers, his hands clamping around their pistols. They cursed and shouted and pummeled his wrists in their attempts to escape, but it was completely useless.
He crushed the pistols until they were nothing but dented pieces of metal. The bitter scent of gunpowder filled the air.
The poachers stumbled back, their useless pistols falling to the ground.
Without their weapons, they were nothing. They were weak. Cowardly. Powerless.
The taller of the two men bellowed with fury, his free hand clenched into a fist. Pain exploded in Pinky’s jaw, and the man let out a triumphant cry when he and his partner dropped to the ground.
Until Pinky locked eyes with the man, a furious howl escaping from his throat.
Go away! Leave us alone!
Something snapped in Pinky’s hand, his claws piercing through flesh and fabric.
The poacher screamed, a visceral cry that silenced the birds, the insects, and the wind. He dropped to his knees, clutching his shoulder with a grimace on his face.
His partner cursed and drew a hidden knife from his belt, its serrated edge stained blood-red. But Pinky swatted the knife out of his hands, raking his claws across the poacher’s chest. His clawtips carved out fabric and left several bleeding scratches behind.
He screamed, tripping over his fellow poacher as he clutched his bleeding chest, his breathing ragged.
I said go away! Leave us alone!
The ropes cut into Pinky’s muzzle, but the burning sensation was nothing compared to the torment these birds had gone through. Nor was it stronger than Brain or Chip’s pain.
His shadow engulfed the injured men. What little color remained on their faces drained completely.
Pinky lifted his head and howled to the moon, a long, haunting call that echoed into the still night.
His paws itched for action, a terrifying voice inside his mind screaming for vengeance.
This is our chance! Quit stalling and attack already!
It wanted blood. It craved violence. It hungered for fear and anger and all sorts of icky emotions that made Pinky sick to his stomach.
I…I can’t! Quit making me do all these horrible things! Why won’t you leave me alone?
He staggered away from the poachers, tearing clumps of thick fur from his scalp.
His memory was completely blank, and that was the most terrifying part of all.
The poachers’ truck was mangled beyond repair, crushed against the thick trunk of an enormous tree. It was nothing more than a giant hunk of scrap metal. One headlight flickered weakly, a thin trail of smoke rising from the crumpled hood. The driver’s door hung loosely from its hinge, and a back tire had come off completely. It laid by the tree roots, deflated and useless.
And the captured birds were scattered on the ground, unable to fly away even though they were freed from their dented cage. They let out muffled, frightened chirps, legs feebly kicking the air.
They must’ve been on the back of the truck when he…
I didn’t do this…please tell me I didn’t do this!
Horrified, his gaze fell upon Brain. His best and smartest friend in the world always had the answers.
Yet here he was, tiny and fragile, surrounded by enormous, terrifying monsters many times his size. The light surrounding his frame was dim and sickly. Even the weakest breeze could extinguish it and topple Brain over.
Brain’s rose-pink eyes were misty and unfocused, boring through Pinky like he wasn’t even sure of his existence. Pinky held his gaze, silently pleading for an answer. He needed to know, even if it was a truth he didn’t want to hear.
Not even a squeak came out of him.
He turned away.
A quiet yes wouldn’t hurt as much. Neither would he mind if Brain called him a monster again, like he did in Rome when he didn’t recognize him.
Please look at me. Please say something. Anything….
Brain rested his large forehead against his knees, which were drawn up to his chest. His eyes were hidden from the world. Though Chip hesitantly reached for his shoulder, unsure how to help, Brain slapped his hand away.
Chip winced, his rabbit-like ears drooping helplessly as he shook the sting off.
Pinky stepped back. There was no point in trying to approach Brain now. Not when he screwed up so badly that he wouldn’t speak to him.
He wished Brain would just scold him for being reckless.
But there was only stony silence, and Pinky couldn’t break through.
Chip’s eyes flicked between them, his mouth opening and closing several times when he thought of something to say and thought better of it.
“Um…I’m gonna see if these birds are alright,” he said quietly, his hand braced around against his necklace. “I think I can help.”
With one last worried glance at Brain, Chip flew over to a green parakeet who feebly inched across the clearing on its belly. Its wings and beak were still bound, though the tape wrapped around its legs had loosened enough to allow for limited movement.
The parakeet chirped in alarm as Chip landed in front of it, and all its brethren who could answer back added their voices to the frantic call.
“Hey, it’s okay! It’s okay!” Chip frantically assured the parakeet. He held out his hands in a placating gesture and dropped to his knees. His light fell upon the parakeet, who shrank away with a pained chirp. “My name is Chip. I’m a…well, I don’t really know what I am, actually. I just wanna help you, I promise.”
Whether it was Chip’s light, his tone of voice, or just a supportive presence at all, the parakeet’s panicked alarm quieted to a pitiful squeak.
Chip inhaled deeply and clasped his hands to his necklace like he was saying a prayer. A gentle, calming light coated his hands.
The parakeet buried her head under a stiff wing as Chip gently pressed his glowing hands on her back.
A rippling green wave flowed through the parakeet’s body from beak to tail, the tape unraveling and falling to the soil.
The parakeet blinked in surprise as she slowly spread her wings, then flew off so fast that she scattered several tailfeathers behind her. Chip stared at the fallen feathers, shocked that she disappeared among the other captured birds so quickly.
He turned, ready to tend to a small songbird when the healed parakeet returned with a small chick whose feathers had barely grown in. The chick warbled feebly, a long scratch on its tiny wing. He huddled against his mother in fear, who chirped in reassurance and gently nudged the chick.
Chip smiled and touched the chick’s wing. “Hey, little guy,” Chip murmured, the green light from his hand dispersing through the chick’s body. “You’ll be okay.”
The chick closed his eyes and shivered as Chip’s free hand carefully removed the tape around his beak, the scratch on his wing fading away until only healthy pink skin was left. His chirps became louder and bolder, and he sat up straighter with every flap of his wings.
The mother parakeet cooed, giving Chip a grateful nip to the finger before ushering her chick to safety in the underbrush.
Emboldened by the parakeet’s actions, the other tied-up birds began to drag themselves over to Chip.
“Okay, don’t worry!” Chip said frantically. He seemed overwhelmed by the sheer amount of birds that decided to place their trust in him. “I’ll get to all of you! I’ll…I’ll try! I promise!”
His voice hitched as he made his vow, realizing the sheer amount of birds that had been hurt by the poachers.
You’re doing your best, Chip, Pinky wanted to tell him. His throat ached. There was so much he wanted to say, so much assurance he wanted to give, but his body wasn’t built for anything except destruction.
Some of the birds were strong enough to aid the weaker ones towards Chip, who was doing his best to make sure each one received his healing powers. Pinky’s hands itched to help, but he reminded himself that he’d carelessly inflicted injuries on these birds too when he’d thrown the truck.
It was better for everyone if he kept his distance.
He found comfort in watching the healed birds take to the skies where they belonged, free from their confinement at last.
Then his ear flicked, and he heard a harsh whisper carried along the wind. His senses screamed danger, his tail lashing in agitation.
His fur bristled instinctively, his gaze snapping to Brain.
Who was out in the open, silent, unaware, and unprotected.
And the poachers were watching him with interest, a plan forming in their beady, cruel eyes.
Pinky rushed towards Brain, who was too far away for comfort. Brain had no chance against these men, and Pinky had stupidly left him defenseless!
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Pinky screamed. A shrill, alarmed howl tore out of his throat, and the birds around Chip took to the sky in a flurry of feathers.
Brain’s head shot up in alarm, ready to bolt at Pinky’s warning. But he couldn’t push himself into a standing position in time.
“NOW, PETE!” the man with the broken arm roared.
Pete sprang to his feet and darted away from his partner. With a growl, Pinky followed his movement, only for him to stop a short distance away. Confused, Pinky came to a halt, tail lashing in confusion.
Pete’s cold eyes stared him down, and Pinky tried to meet his challenge, though he couldn’t stop his claws from scraping the dirt.
Why was he just standing there? Why couldn’t they leave his friends alone already? They’d done enough damage, and Pinky was exhausted.
“Don’t forget, monster,” Pete spat, gesturing to his slashed shirt that hung off his lanky frame. “You did this to me.”
Trickles of blood ran down from the bright red clawmarks on his chest.
Pinky’s ears folded back, guilt clawing at his heart. He looked down at his claws, stained red from the poachers’ blood. His stomach churned at the sickeningly sweet, heavy scent, and he tried not to throw up.
“Don’t listen to him, Pinky! It’s a tra-gah!”
Pinky whirled around, startled by Brain’s warning cut short by the sound of choking.
He only caught a glimpse of Brain struggling to breathe within the other poacher’s good hand before pain exploded in his shoulder.
Now he understood. Pete was just distracting him. Getting him away from Brain so he’d be easier to snatch.
He’d fallen for it. And Brain would be paying the price.
I can’t…I won’t let you take him…
Pinky lost his balance, yet he pushed forward anyway. His vision was blurry, though he tried to keep Brain within sight. He felt warm blood trickle down his shoulder, a sharp, throbbing sensation stabbing him with every step.
A frightened voice screamed his name.
His world was nothing but a swirl of confusing colors and sounds, and the last splash of ivory fur within his sight disappeared into the shadows.
He heard a pair of cruel voices on the night breeze, too far away for him to follow. Grass and dirt surrounded him, his claws twitching uselessly among the blades and clumps. A tiny pair of hands pressed against his injured shoulder, a frantic voice asking why the wound wasn’t healing quickly.
Brain…I’m sorry…
There was a gasp from Chip, his weight shifting on Pinky’s back.
“W-we’ll be out of your way soon,” Chip stammered. “My friend’s not a threat, honest!”
He wasn’t addressing Pinky. There was someone else here.
Powerful vibrations shook the ground, the smell of moss and fresh leaves drawing closer. There was a heavy, ancient presence from the newcomer, and Pinky curled in on himself, remembering Teros’ fury during their fierce battle in the Earth Temple.
A voice rumbled through the air, powerful yet soothing.
“You’ve done enough. Rest and save your strength.”
A large, rough palm cupped Pinky’s jaw, tinged with a sweet, floral scent.
And Pinky’s world went dark, his worries slipping away.
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Their Final Night.
// General Warnings for: Devastation, The End of the World, Implied Death, Panic-inducing Scenarios. 1,035 words.
This was it.
Humanity’s childish pursuit for global conquest had finally caused its downfall.
The darkened room of ACME Labs was filled with the glaring light of a television screen as the scientists anxiously huddled around the small box. They listened to the trembling voice of the news reporter with baited breaths, not a soul daring to speak as the distorted words cut through the tense silence.
An announcement. Nuclear war. Atomic bombs. Twenty minutes.
These were but a few of the messages caught by the white lab mouse sitting in his cage upon the table closest to the television, his eyebrows furrowed in detest.
Of course this is how it would all end. Humans never did know how to properly achieve global conquest and, now, they were ridding themselves of their one redeeming quality: their planet.
God, how he hated humanity.
As the final messages of “God Save America” rang out, the portrait of an American flag flickering in the wind, the television screen fuzzed with static, sending the previously-entranced scientists into a panic.
Yells and sobs echoed off one another in the din, each person scrambling to save themselves from the inevitable fate awaiting them in less than half an hour.
Amidst the chaos, one scrawny scientist knocked over the cage upon the table, casting it to the ground with an abysmally loud clanging sound- the noise was hardly heard amidst the panic of the oafs.
Brain winced as he splatted against the opposite side of the cage, his back being prodded by uncomfortable metal bars. The door to the cage was flat against the cold tile flooring, preventing any escape from their primitive prison. Their water had spilled above them, dripping down in a cliched attempt to prolong their increasingly desperate situation.
Beside him, Brain's cage mate Pinky opened his eyes groggily, wrapped in a small sheet of cloth they shared as a blanket. The lankier mouse yawned, stretching as he haphazardly noticed the wheel beside him, partially crushed from the crash.
Upon noticing his chubby friend sitting on the bars of the cage, a sleep-riddled smile crossed his face, blue eyes lighting up in excitement.
"Is it nighttime already, Brain?"
"I'm afraid so, dear friend."
Pinky sat up, a finger scratching absentmindedly at his ear. He looked around at the dark room, the scientists having all fled, leaving the laboratory door wide open (how rude! Now it was cold!). He could see the night sky outside! All of the pretty stars, and the greenish-bluish grass, and the smoke in the air from the fumes of the lab. It would be a perfect night for a date!
"Why are we on the floor, Brain? Is this apart of your plan to take over the world? Narf!"
Giggling a little at the way Brain shimmied off the bars of the cage, Pinky could not help but coo over his partner's cute, furrowed eyebrows, and the way he folded and unfolded his little paws in frustration. Brain was always such a smart thinker, coming up with plans time and time again. Tonight must be really special, if he is thinking this much!
With a cough and a deep breath, Brain attempted to straighten his posture and ignore the cluelessness Pinky perpetually displayed, even in the face of absolute devastation.
“We are not taking over the world tonight, Pinky.”
The lanky mouse deflated a little, he knew how much these plans meant to Brain.
“Oh well, there’s always tomorrow night-“
“Don’t you understand?! There will not be a tomorrow night, you mindless moron!! Why can't you ever take anything seriously?! The world is ending, thanks to those oafs who dominate it, and I'm stuck here with you."
That’s when Brain noticed the tears pooling in Pinky’s big, cerulean eyes, the taller mouse sniffling helplessly amid the wreckage of their cage.
He hadn't meant to snap. The stress of the evening had gotten to his head. He hadn't even registered how fast his heart was pounding, erratic breathing bordering on a panic attack. Brain couldn't imagine how cruel he now seemed to Pinky, yelling and stomping in futile attempts to dispel his terror. Pinky only ever tried to help.
Just like Brain, he was trapped, too.
They only had each other now.
With a guilty sigh, Brain let his shoulders drop, edging closer to his cage mate, their tails instinctively intertwining.
“I… I apologize for yelling, Pinky. I’m just…”
“Scared? I am too, Brain. Don't you think I didn't hear those messages on the telly? I didn't want you to think I was... I wanted you t'think I was brave."
Pinky whimpered, hugging himself, tail coiled tensely.
All of the shock of the evening suddenly struck Brain like an anvil, his legs threatening to give out from underneath him. For once in his life, the (future) world ruler could not conjure any words from his cranium.
Without thinking, he gently took Pinky's paw in his own, attempting to muster any and all courage for his partner of the last thirty years. A sharp inhale as he pressed his other paw to the side of Pinky’s face, smoothing the mussed fur.
“...Even though humanity has doomed us and there is no foreseeable sign of a tomorrow, I must admit, there is no other mouse I would rather spend the end of the world with.”
The taller mouse lifted his head up, lower lip wobbling as a broken "poit" slipped through the tears. As he held Pinky's paws, he could feel the abnormally quick (for a mouse) pounding of his heart. One thumb rubbed over the soft textures of the other's paw, a rare affection in such a time.
“Well, now, all we can do is wait.”
The lights outside were glaringly bright. Warning sirens cried out in the nights. The screams of the city were suffocated by the whistling of the wind.
“Wait for what, Brain?”
Five minutes. Enough time for Brain to press a solemn kiss against Pinky’s cheek, smiling wistfully as they looked towards the ever-increasing brightness of the night sky.
“Tomorrow night, Pinky. When we finally take over the world.”
#pinky and the brain#patb#animaniacs#brinky#writing#patb fanfiction#// death#// end of the world#I wrote the draft for this on my lunch break at work. The Grind Never Stops!!
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Tell It Like It Is pt. 2 (Brinky blurb)
first chapter here.
The two mice sat together in silence for an hour.
Pinky’s leg bounced frantically in place as Pinky himself pondered like his life depended on it.
Brain felt himself sinking into the countertop, as he cringed at his own vulnerability. He could tell that neither of them felt satisfied with the current interaction, but felt helpless to fix anything.
Pinky’s whole heart broke for Brain. It must be so hard to have a best friend who’s in love with you, but you can’t tell them whether you like them back or not. Poit! Not knowing what Brain felt in that moment tore him to itty bitty pieces. He could feel a burning in his face that must’ve been some sort of mushy feeling that he feared Brain wouldn’t return; no wait, that’s just Brain staring at me real intense-like. Wait- what?
Brain set it in his mind that if word would continually fail him, an undeniable gesture would have to get through to his fluff-brained cagemate. He set his eyes on his goal, grasping Pinky’s arms for a small level of assurance.
Pinky didn’t usually mind Brain grabbing him and taking him somewhere, now he was holding his arms, no wait- his wrists, no -wait… his hands. They weren’t going anywhere either. His breath hitched, and he could feel Brain’s little rose colored eyes burning a hole in his face. Why does he look the way he does when he’s planning- only he’s looking at me! Is this some sort of new plan?
Brain intended to bring Pinky closer to himself slowly, but he had never been a patient mouse. Besides, fear was beginning to grip him, and if he didn’t act now, he would simply never do it at all. That’s why he yanked Pinky into his face, gave him a sloppy, Bugs Bunny-style kiss, then dropped him and ran around the countertops to the other end of the lab. He certainly hoped he was coming off genuine, but he couldn’t bear to stick around and watch Pinky’s reaction.
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absolute fucking mood Brain
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Maybe something to do with Billie and Julia if you haven't already? Also I really like your stories! They're all really well written :)
Julia tried to keep her focus as she tinkered and hammered at her latest device designed to destroy “The Brain.” Ever since her mind was controlled against her will with an earpiece created by him, the thought of getting her revenge was the only thing on her mind.
It drove her, with each shock she received unprovoked from the device it only fueled her fire to not give up. She didn’t care how long it took, it was her life’s purpose to make Brain suffer as much as he made her suffer. Julia didn’t see it as being evil, it was called getting even.
It was true that Brain’s demise occupied her mind for a while, and now even still a maniacal laughter racked her body and along with it another violent electric shock. But.. something else made its way into her mind along with those thoughts, or that is to say.. Someone else.
“Made those instructions for you, pumpernickel.”
And just when her image appeared into Julia’s mind, the voice belonging to that same mouse cut through her thoughts. If it wasn’t for her unique voice, Julia would recognize her instantly due to the nickname she gave her. Pumpernickel. She didn’t understand if there was a meaning behind the pet name, but it endeared her nonetheless.
“Thank you, Billie. With these blueprints..” She carefully took the blueprints from Billie’s hands before clutching it tightly in her own, her mouth widening in a grin. “I’LL GET THAT BRAIN, AND MAKE HIM PAY!! AND..” Her spiel stopped when she noticed just how complicated and intricate the designs on the blueprint were. It was impressive, to say the least. Although Billie on the surface seemed nothing more than a pretty gray mouse with a ditzy personality, her intelligence put even Brain’s to shame.
Julia blushed faintly then, coming to the realization that she had thought of Billie as.. Pretty. Not that it wasn’t true, but.. It was the first time she had thought anything of her appearance.
“Hehe, you’re funny, Pumpernickel. But… how come you’re so adamant about getting your hands on eggy? I know he isn’t the kindest of mice, but you never really did explain.” She stepped closer to Julia, reaching a hand over and brushing her auburn hair behind the ear that had the mind control device attached. “Does this doohickey have somethin’ to do with it??”
Julia felt herself shift in her seat, gently swaying her head as to shake Billie’s hand off. Her throat felt dry, and a silence fell between them.
“Oh! I’m sorry, that was probably personal right, yeah? I shouldn’t have intruded. We haven’t known each other for very long, I just thought that..”
“No, no no no! I’m not upset with you, it's just that, yes. It DOES have something to do with this GODFORSAKEN THING STUCK AND ATTACHED TO MY CEREBRUM!!!” Julia yelled, cursing as a rather inconvenient shock once again shook her whole self. “Sorry. Ahem, You’re right, it’s just.. I’d rather not talk too much about it. I don’t like talking about it too much, but… maybe when we get to know each other a little more.”
Billie’s eyes widened ever so slightly, her heart skipping a beat at Julia’s words. She didn’t know why but, hearing the brunette mouse say something about getting to know each other more, it put her mind at ease.
“Aww, gee, pumpernickel. You mean you want to… spend time together more?”
Julia looked at her, and for what felt like the first time in forever, her lips upturned into a smile that had no hint of malice or maniacality, but instead a simple, genuine one that felt good to wear. “Of course I do!! Now, uhm.. I might need a little help, if you don’t mind. Just putting some things together.”
“Sure thing, Pumpernickel! Just let me..”
Julia felt the back of her hair being tugged on gently as Billie bunched it into her hands, tying it together into a short ponytail. The gesture was unexpected, but not unappreciated.
“Thanks, but.. What was that for?” She asked Billie, as the gray mouse took a seat next to her, gently taking a share of the blueprints into her hand.
“Oooh, I just heard it helps with focus. And.. You look even smarter and prettier with it on than I thought was possible. Hope that isn’t too forward, pumpernickel.”
Julia scratched with her finger bashfully behind her ear, her appreciation for the ponytail growing that much more. Even when another tinier electric shock jolted her body, she didn’t shout or yell out. Instead, Billie’s compliment overpowered it in her mind.
“Billie, you’re a natural flirt, aren’t you??”
The two of them laughed, soft giggles shared between them before they finally turned their attention to Julia’s work, and during their working together, she knew with Billie by her side things would only be looking up.
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Since we're in December now, how about Brinky + watching a cheesy hallmark Christmas movie?
The daily newspaper was becoming all too familiar to Brain. The ridiculous political schlock, while amusing to read about initially, grew uninteresting and bland at a rapid pace as the days passed. Weather forecasts were muddled by their repetitiveness; nothing ever really changed in the patterns of temperature or climate. Even the advertisements were mundane and monotonous, not offering any form of eye-catching spectacle to intrigue the senses. Life just seemed like it was at a standstill.
That applied to world domination as well. The megalomaniac had spent a substantial amount of time pondering about creating a new plan, but none would come to him. Every time he thought he had an idea, it would slip away just as quickly, fading into the recesses of his thoughts. Brain didn’t understand why tonight his usually active mind was so blank, but it was likely because of recent events he didn’t want to discuss in detail.
Safe to say, four nights ago, his whole life flipped upside-down. Pinky had confessed to having a crush on Brain, right in the middle of one of their schemes. Brain had been so astonished at his friend’s assertion that he ended up fumbling the final stage of his plan, which led to both mice ending up in a pile of rubble. While they were unharmed, Pinky had been distraught, thinking that his admission had ruined everything. Brain convinced Pinky that all was great and, yes, he even conceded to reciprocating Pinky’s affections. They became official, by a kiss. Not just a simple peck. A full on, no mistaking it, kiss on the lips. Everything was so surreal in how it panned out.
This was not Brain’s cup of tea. At all. Having a partner of somewhat romantic interest was entirely new. He didn’t know how to react, especially after their first kiss. Brain ended up saying very little the evening afterward, though Pinky seemed to have a hunch that he was okay, but a little uncertain about everything.
And that was very accurate.
It also likely explained why he was struggling to focus on world conquest, something he was usually so ardent about.
Brain wouldn’t usually be caught dead reading the newspaper, but over the past few days, it had basically become a routine for him to spend at least an hour reading through each article. He admitted, though, that the paper was starting to become a bore.
By the time he’d reached the political section, his brain was already off in other places, still trying to put together a feasible plan. He groaned a tad at a story about Congress and governors, rolling his tired eyes for what felt like the tenth time that day. Why did everything in politics need to be discussed, especially when it was something so ridiculously mindless and unimportant?
Brain was just about to flip the page to what was definitely going to be another unappealing celebrity story, when he heard the familiar hum of a certain blue-eyed mouse. He held his breath, fully expecting his friend to burst into song again or do some other obnoxious activity as a way of encouraging him to get back to planning. He was surprised when he was met with a content and relaxed Pinky, who just seemed to be minding his own business, not paying much attention to Brain’s predicament in the slightest.
“Hello, Brain! Narf! What’cha doing? Something super-duper smart as usual?” Pinky chirped, a vivid and eager smile on his face. Brain sighed; this was what Pinky said and acted like when he wanted something.
He glanced up from staring at the newspaper, trying to look and sound as irked as he possible could. “What do you want, Pinky?”
The taller mouse’s grin only grew more as he began toying around with his tail, the slightest hint of pink forming on his cheeks. “Ohhhh, nothing!” He giggled a little, before biting back a smirk.
Brain put the newspaper down, raising an eyebrow in complete suspicion. “Are you sure? You seem quite eager to inform me of something you desire. So, what is it? And please make it quick.”
“Haha Brain, you got me! Poit!” Pinky skipped closer to where Brain was sitting, touching his shoulder briefly. “I was kinda wondering if maybe, instead of taking over the world tonight, you’d wanna…uhm…watch a movie with me?” Pinky’s cheeks were now a light shade of red, a bashful smile accenting his anxious state.
Brain felt his face heat up when Pinky touched him gently, but that feeling was replaced immediately with bewilderment at Pinky’s question. “What?” he asked, eyes widening. Was he hearing his partner properly?
Pinky’s excited expression faltered, fading into one of uncertainty. “Yeah, Brain. I was hoping that you’d want to watch a fun little movie with me. Maybe, take the night off since you’ve been soooo quiet and des-con-bub-uleted recently. I thought you’d like it. Troz.”
The megalomaniacal mouse shook his head, rubbing his temples in attempt to process this information. A movie? Over world domination? What a preposterous idea! “Pinky, we cannot simply just ignore the prospect of world conquest! Especially for something as idiotic as a film. I have plans I need to enact; just go watch whatever movie you want by yourself and don’t bother me with nonsense!”
Brain felt a little contrite for being so harsh on Pinky, especially since he didn’t actually have a plan to put into effect. But he needed to say…really anything to deter his friend from spending time with him. He still wasn’t used to the fact that they were boyfriends non-platonic partners now.
Pinky got close to Brain, holding his paws gently and mustering up the best pouty eyes he could. “Come on, tonight’s special! Please, I’ll make sure it’s extra fun-fun silly-willy for you and then tomorrow we can go back to doing what we do every night! Zort! Please, Brain? For me?” He even whimpered ever so quietly.
Brain’s face turned a light pink when he felt Pinky’s fingers interlace with his. It didn’t help that his partner’s blue eyes seemed to grow in size (and adorableness). He groaned; how was Pinky so good at convincing him to do the most humdrum and childish things imaginable? He supposed that just one night not taking over the world wouldn’t hurt too much. Besides, it’s not like he had an idea of how to do it currently. Also, he desperately wanted to avoid another Pinky meltdown.
He gave Pinky’s paws a gentle squeeze before answering him. “I suppose that one night of not taking over the world might not be so bad. Alright Pinky, we may watch whatever movie you claim is so important, but just for tonight.”
The lanky mouse cheered, pulling Brain into an embrace. Brain felt immensely uncomfortable, but the sound of Pinky’s heartbeat made his face flush a dark shade of red. He didn’t even bother to reprimand his companion, even after he was put down; his mind was already off in other places.
“Oh, Brain! I have the perfect movie for us to watch! I know you’ll looooooove it! Poit!” Pinky pressed his nose to Brain’s, nuzzling it gently.
Brain was certain that Pinky could see how dark his cheeks were. He chose not to dwell on that though. “Let’s get this over and done with,” he deadpanned, crossing his fingers that this wouldn’t take too much time. He was extremely tired.
Pinky grabbed Brain’s hand, guiding him over to the T.V in a more secluded portion of the room. This hand holding thing was still sort of new to him, so he felt slightly uneasy at the affection he was receiving while they walked. But seeing Pinky’s excitement was somewhat soothing to Brain, his partner’s ever-present cheer being endearing to the pink-eyed mouse.
Pinky clapped happily when they reached the area where the T.V was. “Ta-da! Narf!! D’you like it, Brain?”
Brain didn’t respond initially, his chest tightening when he saw the little setup his friend had made for them. The T.V was where it had always been, but in front of it was a large pile of mouse-sized pillows and blankets, all of which looked handmade. Heightening the comfortable atmosphere was a large collection of snacks; Brain couldn’t help but smirk a little seeing Pinky had collected some of his favorite treats.
“Why, Pinky. I’m-I’m touched,” he spoke breathlessly, the utter shock at seeing such a personal display of such care from his partner proving so stupendous to him. Brain felt…loved. Very much loved. In ways he’d never dreamed of.
Pinky beamed. “I knew you’d just love it! I got all your favorite little morsels to munch on and I made it super comfortable for you so that you wouldn’t feel all squirmy and grumpy-growly.”
Brain walked over to the pillows, sitting down gingerly. He was surprised at how comfortable the setup was, sighing as he felt his body sink a little. “These pillows have excellent lower back support.” The shorter mouse allowed himself to relax. “Did you make them yourself?”
“Yes, I did!” Pinky gestured to himself, puffing out his chest in pride. “I spend all week making these! Zort! Ever since I found the movie, I want to watch tonight on the guide thingy, I kinda planned this whole thing out. Including making only the bestest blankets and pillows for my bestest friend and now boyfriend!”
Brain flushed at Pinky’s admittedly sweet gesture. Why was Pinky so kind, so generous with everything? What had he done to deserve all this?
Oh great, now he was becoming soft.
Wanting to shift from the emotionally vapid conversation, Brain moved focus away from Pinky’s pillows and placed it on what film they’d be watching. “So, my friend. What movie shall we be viewing, and will I need to go get some Aspirin to be able to withstand it?”
Pinky burst out laughing at Brain’s “joke”. “Aspirin! Poit! Genius, Brain!” He wiped tears from his eyes. “Oh, and we’ll be watching a Christmas movie! Doesn’t that sound just splendiferous?”
Great. A Christmas flick? The inanest drivel known to man and mouse kind? How wonderful.
“Which Christmas movie?” He prepared to hear an obvious answer, something like Rudolph or A Christmas Story or, God forbid that horrendous live-action Grinch movie with Jim Carrey. The mere thought of watching that movie again made Brain shudder.
Pinky pranced over to the remote, clicking the power button. “It’s a brand-new movie called Our First Christmas! Ooooo! Sounds romantic!” Pinky batted his eyes a little and did a twirl as he flipped through channels. “Doesn’t it sound romantic, Brainy?”
The pink-eyed mouse perked up a little at that notion. A romantic Christmas movie? That was even worse than those creepy Who’s that looked like they’d come straight from the uncanny valley. “Listen, I appreciate this admittedly benevolent deed you’ve done for me. But romantic movies aren’t really my forte…”
“Fiddley-posh!” Pinky loudly interrupted. “This movie is perfect, Brain! Besides, the title is so exciting, especially since it’s our first Christmas as a happy couple too!” His tail formed into the shape of a heart as he proclaimed this statement.
Brain felt his entire face turn a slight hint of pink; even the tips of his ears felt warm. “I guess that is true.” He tried to say something more, but he became tongue-tied. He couldn’t force the words out. He became a flustered mess as he kept pondering more and more. Pinky was the only thing to linger on his mind. The tints in his cheeks and ears deepened in color quickly.
He was only brought out of his flustered spiral when he heard frustrated grunts from his companion. “Where is it?” Pinky repeatedly complained as he jumped from channel to channel, growing increasingly more irritated. “Brain, darling! Which number is The Hallmark Channel again? The movie airs in two minutes! Troz!”
The megalomaniac froze. The Hallmark Channel? By far, the most preposterous, ludicrous, overly sappy, mind-numbingly saccharine, and repetitive thing on this planet? With the cheesiest romance Christmas movies of all time that no one talked about? This was going to be a painful evening.
“Never mind, I found it!” Pinky jumped up and down excitedly, selecting The Hallmark Channel which was currently running advertisements. He then danced over to where Brain was sitting, plopping down next to him with a louder-than-it-needed-to-be thud. “Are you ready for the movie, Brain?”
“Pinky, I really don’t think that this is a good idea.” Brain looked at his partner, trying his best to seem assertive. “The Hallmark Channel isn’t exactly known for creating the most complex content. It mostly consists of bland romantic comedies and the dumbest holiday trite that no one over the age of five would find interesting. Maybe I should just go back to…”
Brain was silenced when Pinky planted a small peck on his head, causing him to stop dead in his rant. He felt his mind cloud and a light blush to return to his face. “I know your big ol’ chubby head doesn’t usually like this stuff, but I thought watching a movie with you would be fun and endlightning” Pinky held Brain’s paw softly, using his other paw to trace around Brain’s knuckles. “Please, stay. I prepared all your favorite snacks.”
Brain felt his annoyance alleviate out, mostly because of Pinky touching his hand so lightly and that Brain had an idea that Pinky had kissed his head just to shut him up. He also briefly glanced at the snacks, taking extra time to observe the popcorn. It was extra salted, just how he liked it. And there were mini pretzels. Brain couldn’t help but be appreciative. Pinky had really taken everything into consideration.
“Fine, Pinky. I’ll stay for a little while. If only to get a slight kick out of viewing a mediocre film with you.” He saw Pinky’s face light up. Brain couldn’t help but allow a small smile to form on his lips. “And yes, I’ll enjoy your concessions as well.”
Pinky squealed in delight. “Hoorah! Egad, I’m sooooo excited I could just burst! Narf!” He pulled the shorter mouse closer and began nuzzling his nose again. “I knooow we’re going to have the bestest time!”
“I have an idea too.” Brain sarcastically remarked. But before he could say anything more, Pinky pulled away from him and pointed to the T.V.
“It’s starting, Brain!!”
He directed his attention to the screen in front of him, preparing himself for the numb experience that was going to unfold. Brain also grabbed the popcorn and placed it between himself and Pinky, slightly hoping that they would share (and accidently touch fingers). Pinky seemed to be preoccupied with chocolate covered raisins already; still Brain held onto his notion.
At first, things went exactly like Brain anticipated. A beautiful blonde-haired woman and her muscular new boyfriend were strolling down a snow-ridden sidewalk hand in hand. A typical opening scene for a romantic movie. Pinky seemed to be enjoying it though.
“Brain, doesn’t this remind you of when we held hands for the first time?”
The pink-eyed mouse snuck a quick look at his partner, his eyes and smile radiating seductiveness rather than playful intrigue. Brain bit his lip, trying not to start sputtering nonsense right then and there. “I suppose so, Pinky.” He quickly re-focused on the movie, his entire face turning pink.
The next few scenes were just as trope-y as it could get. The new couple talked about their shared interests, kissed a few times, and drama with the woman’s sister arriving at her front door arose. Brain chuckled quite a bit at the boyfriend’s hokey acting skills and when the sister started bawling, he couldn’t help but snicker a little at her horrific “crying.” Pinky, meanwhile, took everything seriously, commenting on every little drama that occurred. He even expressed his sadness at the sister’s predicament, getting slightly teary eyed. Brain groaned; it wasn’t that sad.
Occasionally, Brain would find himself reaching into the bowl for popcorn, only to be met with Pinky’s fingers. It seemed that every time he went for a snack, Pinky would already be there. He supposed it was just impeccable timing, but it soon grew clear to him that Pinky was intentionally sticking his hand into the bowl just to brush against Brain’s paw. They’d even held hands in the bowl for a good minute or two, until Brain took the now empty dish away to discourage any more intimacy. How could it have taken him so long to realize that Pinky was actively trying to push these tender moments into fruition?
Whenever a romantic scene occurred in the movie, Pinky got all giddy and he swooned a little, jumping and shaking about. He always made sure to mention about how the moment reminded him of Brain and their relationship. Brain couldn’t help but agree with his companion, as much as he didn’t want to.
An hour into the movie, while the couple were going through an extremely tedious dialogue scene on a park bench, Brain felt Pinky grab his handmade blanket and place it on both of them. He admitted that it was starting to get a little cold and that the blanket was extremely soft. Any trace of him being freezing was quickly extinguished, replaced with a calming heat. He allowed himself to sigh quietly, a sense of content washing over him. Things couldn’t get any better than this.
At least, that’s what he thought.
Pinky’s slender arms wrapped around Brain’s waist, the two now being even closer than before. Their hips were pressed together, their warmth now shared indefinitely. Brain felt his heart race and his thoughts grow foggy as his friend held him tightly. He even sensed that Pinky’s tail had wrapped around his, a common thing that he did while sleeping, and something Brain only picked up on after Pinky had apparently been doing this for years. Brain’s face went completely red from the proximity to his partner and his eyes widened in pleasant surprise.
He momentarily turned away from the film to glance upward at Pinky, paying special concentration to his features. His azure eyes, that gentle smile he never seemed to lose, the faint tint of pink on his cheeks. It was all so charming to Brain, so extraordinary. Even a little attractive in his perspective. Pinky was flawless to him. In every way, shape, and form.
Brain detected a lovestruck smile forming on his face, but for once, he didn’t pay any mind to it. All he could do at the moment was stare at the mouse he loved tolerated most, a fluttery sensation in his chest forming rapidly. He was only deterred from his gazing when Pinky looked straight at him, blue eyes meeting pink. Pinky smiled brightly. Brain felt exceptionally embarrassed for gaping so intently, his entire body heating up as he hastily turned away, hoping that nothing more would be said and that his face would change back to its normal color.
“Troz! Hehe, Brain. You don’t need to hide from me!” Pinky pulled Brain into a side hug, to which Brain didn’t even care that it was overwhelming. He was far too flustered.
“I don’t mind that you were staring at me. Really, I don’t! It’s so very sweet! Reminds me of when I used to do that to you all those years ago!” Pinky teasingly touched Brain’s nose, sighing once in nostalgic glee. “And may I just say, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, darling!”
“As do you, my friend.”
Their paws met. Brain’s mind was addled with flowery nonsense, his heart beating so loud that he was certain Pinky could hear it. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but as Pinky’s expression seemed to glow, he felt satisfied by just sitting in silence with his lover. After a while, Brain felt Pinky’s grasp on him tighten, as if he didn’t want to let him go.
“Brain.” Pinky spoke quietly, his voice in a near whisper.
“Yes, Pinky?” Brain held his breath.
“I love you. Narf!”
The world seemed to stand still. Even the sounds of the movie playing went silent, replacing by a ringing in his ears.
Brain wasn’t sure if he heard Pinky right. “Pardon?”
“I love you, Brain. I know we’ve only been a couple for not long, but I’ve wanted to say that for a long time.” Pinky’s face turned a deep shade of red, un-linking their paws as he waved his around frantically. “You don’t have to say it back, just wanted to let you know! We can go back to watching the silly-willy movie…”
Brain placed a paw over Pinky’s mouth, stopping him from speaking any more. His mind was racing, and he wasn’t sure if he was thinking straight, but he needed to say something.
“I do too.”
“Hmm. What was that?”
He felt humid. The words he wanted to say just would not form properly. “I…uh…I… mmh…I…lo-lo…”
“You love me? Really, Brain?”
He breathed a sigh of relief. He still couldn’t say those three little words himself, but at least he’d implied it. “Yes, dearest Pinky. What you said was accurate to my feelings for you. For the most part”
Pinky swooned, almost crushing Brain in an extremely tight cuddle. “Oh, this is the happiest of days! Zort! I could just scream! I won’t but I totally would!”
The megalomaniac pushed away from his partner, his emotions all askew and his excitement piqued. Surely his face could not get any redder. A sudden wave of joy rushed through him, penetrating his previously hardened mindset. He glanced at the T.V, the cheesy movie still playing despite him not paying much notice to it anymore. He saw the couple, still on that same park bench holding each other close, spouting the most contrived dialogue of all time.
“Harrison.”
“Yes, Cynthia?”
“You are the light in my life. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”
“Of course, we’re together. That’s all that matters in the grand scheme of things.”
“I really mean it, babe. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
The lovers kissed passionately; while it wasn’t the first time they’d smooched in the film, this one was the only one that hit Brain differently. Perhaps it was the emotional conversation he’d just shared with Pinky, or his mind was mush now due to all the affection, but something about seeing the couple kiss made him want to do that.
With Pinky.
He turned away from the T.V, finding himself once again peering into his partner’s sky-blue gaze. Brain was nervous. More than he’d ever been before. He inhaled deeply before grasping Pinky’s cheeks, soaking up their warmth. “I apologize in advance for this, Pinky.”
The taller mouse looked confused. “For what?”
Brain pushed himself forward, pressing his lips against Pinky’s. He instantly felt his entire body go warm as he and Pinky were almost entirely together, their chests aligning perfectly. Brain felt Pinky’s paws on his back, holding him and rubbing his fur. Their lips moved in sync. He closed his eyes, sinking into the kiss.
Pinky gasped, the unusual brashness of Brain taking him by complete shock. His senses heightened as their kiss continued; it was even longer than their first! Brain was the best kisser ever! And his lips were so soft and cloud-like. Pinky moaned, holding Brain snugly.
The two parted for air, Brain a huffing mess and Pinky even more so. “Egaaaaaad!” Pinky sounded awestruck. “Wooooooooow, Brain! That was amazing! You’re amazing! Troz!”
Brain played with the fur on Pinky’s chest, his face tomato red. “I appreciate your sincere comments, dear. I’m not very confident in my…romance skills. And I’m still new to this whole…being non-platonic thing.” The rush was astounding. Brain immediately wanted more. “But…uh…would you want to…to…uhm….” He gestured to their lips.
“Kiss again?” Pinky blurted out. “You mean it?”
Brain nodded, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
The lanky mouse giggled fervently. “You don’t have to ask, silly! Narf! We’re happier-than-happy boyfriends! You don’t ever have to ask!”
Brain was thankful that Pinky was so considerate of him. “You’re not messing with me, right? I’d hate to make you feel uncomfortable in this relationship.”
“Nope! I love kissing you, Brain! It makes me feel gooshy and tingly. Like I can do anything! I want to kiss you every minute of every day!”
He was going to explode. His ears pinned back as a starstruck buzz worked its way through him. Brain wanted to faint, sob, and scream all at the same time. “Pinky, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I would have to concur with your statement. Kissing you is…an otherworldly experience. And I wish to do it often as well.”
And with that sentiment, their lips met again. Pinky’s paws worked their way up to Brain’s cheeks, which lifted at the touch. Brain held Pinky stringently by the waist, pushing their bodies closer. Pinky hummed contently as Brain deepened the kiss, their lips pressing together more. Brain blushed exponentially at Pinky’s noises, his heart hammering against his chest quite audibly. It was utter bliss. He wanted to hold Pinky and never let go. He loved him. Way more than he could admit.
It was only when Brain pulled away that he realized how tired he was. All this kissing had really drained his energy. Sleep was lingering on his mind, though he wasn’t near the sponge bed.
Pinky was laughing profusely, his charming smile making Brain feel remarkably lucky that he was all his. The pink-eyed mouse sighed, choosing to rest his head on Pinky’s lap, snuggling into the blanket. He took a deep breath, inhaling Pinky’s scent; he smelled like vanilla. And warmth. He began stroking the fur on his partner’s leg as his eyelids grew heavy. He didn’t even worry that his actions might be perceived as odd.
Pinky’s breath hitched as he felt Brain’s gentle touch, a tingly sensation engulfing his body. He began petting Brain’s big chubby head; he was amazed at how fluffy it was.
“Pinky,” Brain sleepily droned, pressing a tender kiss to his companion’s thigh. “Promise me that you’ll stay with me until the end. I care about you more than you’ll ever realize.”
Pinky looked like he was on an adrenaline rush. “Oh, Brain! I love you too. I love you so much!”
The shorter mouse allowed himself to smile, closing his eyes as he felt completely surrounded by his lover. Perfect. His life was perfect. His partner boyfriend was perfect. He couldn’t ask for anything else.
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Pinky was enamored. Completely and totally transfixed by the mouse he now called boyfriend. He was beautiful. His soft nose, blushy cheeks, and chubby head were so cute. His pink eyes that looked like the most colorful flowers, his crooked tail that was fun to touch. Brain filled his every waking thought with a magical love sensation that left him breathless. And as Brain was lying down in his lap, his tiny breaths ruffling the fur on his leg, Pinky couldn’t help but love him more.
But as much as he regretted looking away from his sweeter-than-sweet lover, Pinky wanted to finish watching the movie. He snuck in a quick loving glance at Brain’s precious scrunched up face, before diverting his gaze fully.
He directed his attention back to the T.V, the beautiful couple drawing him in with all their lovey-dovey goodness. They were holding hands now! And strolling with ice cream! In the cold! It was so romantic! He could basically imagine him and Brian doing that. Like a date! It would be so amazing!
“Brain, do you ever, maybe want to go to the park and get some ice cream? Poit! Just like in the movie! We can get your favorite flavors and stroll and kiss again under the trees and…”
He stopped in his tracks when he heard Brain’s quiet snoring, meaning he was sound asleep. He was making those funny whistling sounds through his nose, the ones Pinky absolutely adored. Brain was still even holding onto a little chunk of his fur, clinging to it like he couldn’t let go. Pinky happily smiled, his heart going all pittery-pattery.
“Sleep well, love,” Pinky whispered quietly to Brain, planting a tiny peck on his little nose. Brain grunted and shifted a little before he rested both his paws on Pinky again, causing the blue-eyed mouse to coo at Brain’s adorableness.
Pinky faced the T.V again; there was still a good 45 minutes left in the film! He was anticipating the rest of the movie, especially the drama and kissing! Before he could fully get invested though, he rested a hand on Brain’s head, petting it once more. Pinky saw Brain’s face soften out, a small smile present and a light pink dusting his cheeks. Pinky purred in glee. Brain was so cute when he was sleeping!
Sure, the movie was wonderful, but it was only half as wonderful as his Brain.
And that was something Pinky was certain of.
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Sleepless in Burbank (PaTB/Brinky Fic)
Hey y'all!! Oooh two new fics in one week?! What the heck is wrong with me? Anyways this came from a challenge me and my good writing pal/friend @therealhayyhay were doing where we gave each other prompts for fics. She asked me to write a fic where Pinky gets a little too into Brain's personal space when sleeping and I happily obliged. Go read the one she made for me it's so sweet!! She's such an amazing person!! But here's mine for those who were interested. Hoping this becomes a recurring thing because it was so fun and it allows me to write fun things!! Enough of my ramblings here's the fic:
Only Pinky could make bedtime an utterly laborious task.
That’s what The Brain was pondering to himself currently as his partner was sprawled haphazardly across the bed, snoring softly. He had absolutely no sense of staying on his side, which Brain found irritating, even though it had been happening for years. He desired sleep, especially after tonight’s failed plan ended in an explosion. A reprieve from all the pain was enough for him.
But apparently, Pinky did not care about personal space.
He wanted to reprimand him for his unusual position, but he was already too far gone. He’d probably be up until morning if Brain were to awaken him now.
By all things good on this planet would Pinky just move over?
Brain groaned, bloodshot pink eyes shooting open as his friend kicked him accidentally in the waist for the second time in five minutes. He knew that Pinky was prone to excessive movement while he slept but this was becoming too much. He was thinking about just taking his pillow and sleeping somewhere else, but…something kept him from leaving. An odd feeling held him down, refusing to let Brain get up.
It didn’t help his case when Pinky made a faint, breathless noise, which caused Brain to feel a light blush dust his face.
God forbid, he was going to regret this later.
He turned to face upward, staring at the bars at the top of their cage. They were barely visible in the darkness, rather they were only shadows. It was somewhat ominous. Even a little scary. But if looking at them would benefit, then so be it.
Brain wanted to fall asleep; he wanted to just drift off and wake up to a nice cup of coffee to kickstart his morning. He secretly hoped that Pinky would fix them breakfast, give him a massage, and kiss him on the forehead like he did almost every day. Brain liked their routine quite a bit more than he was willing to admit.
But sleep was all that he craved right now. Not affection, not embraces, and most certainly not kisses. He just needed to close his eyes and sleep. That was all.
Really. No thought of kisses from Pinky’s cloud-like lips right now. No.
Brain closed his eyes, feeling a slight wave of drowsiness wash over him. He inhaled deeply and sighed, finally feeling content about his situation. Pinky hadn’t even touched him once recently…
SMACK!!
Brain winced in pain as Pinky’s paw hit his face with such vigor it almost caused him to yelp. He briefly held his eye, which lightly stung from the impact. He growled, sitting up in bed with an angry look on his face as he saw his companion’s arm fall right onto his pillow, taking up all his space. Of course, Pinky was still dead asleep.
How on earth was he supposed to rest now that Pinky was becoming a bed hog?
He wanted so badly to wake him up, to shout and tell Pinky that he needed to share the space. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. His friend looked so happy, so peaceful, even if he was invading Brain’s space unknowingly. Ruining Pinky’s night just to confront him would be too cruel, even for him.
Groaning in defeat, Brain cautiously moved Pinky’s paw off his pillow before he laid back down, facing away from him. He guessed his ruined circadian rhythm would be somewhat mendable. At least, this way, he wouldn’t be distracted by something else. Or rather, someone.
Brain felt a little remorseful about turning away from Pinky, but it was what he needed for a good night’s rest. Though, he could still feel a little heat pooling in his cheeks. But he chose not to dwell on that, instead focusing on falling asleep once and for all. Pinky did bump into him again and he pulled the blanket away a little, but that was normal. Brain was used to those things.
He was just about to drift off when he heard soft murmurs coming from behind him. Brain cursed under his breath; what did Pinky want now? He turned around, about to spout some harsh words when he noticed how Pinky was beginning to toss and turn aggressively, whimpering quietly. Which only meant one thing:
Great, another nightmare. Just perfect. At least he wasn’t talking in his sleep this time.
Brain always hated it when Pinky had nightmares. He would get so scared, and then he would be dead silent the next day. Pinky would sometimes wake up in tears; other times he’d yell while still slumbering, which would very much startle Brain. But this time, it was different. He was too quiet, no shouting or crying to be witnessed. Instead, violent thrashing was present, which was not the regular occurrence when it came to Pinky.
This one must be really bad.
He felt his ears droop, guilt lingering in his mind as he watched Pinky violently turn in bed. His whining was still clear, and to say it was bothering Brain was an understatement. Brain had been so annoyed with Pinky’s sleepy antics. And now he was suffering through what seemed to be a very upsetting dream for no reason. Curse the unnatural nature of the resting world.
The persistent thought in his mind just to ignore him and sleep be damned. He was going to do whatever it took to ease Pinky.
Brain scooted closer to his quivering partner, his mind whirling. Giving affection was not usually his strong suit, so it was taking him a while to figure out an adequate solution. Choosing the more…intimate option, Brain wrapped his arms around Pinky, soothingly rubbing his back with care. Pinky stopped stirring, though his face was still in an unpleasant grimace.
It wasn’t enough. Pinky needed to be certain that he was there for him. Here goes his dignity.
He carefully pulled Pinky closer, continuing to hold him tightly and gingerly squeezing him. It was disheartening to see him so distressed, but Brain knew that he’d be able to calm him down. Hopefully.
“Hush, Pinky. It’s alright. No need to fret, I’m here now. I’m always here for you,” he whispered softly, trying his best to sound sympathetic. Brain nuzzled his chest, placing a small kiss on it when he lifted his head up afterward.
It thankfully worked.
Pinky became relaxed, his previously tense body loosening. A soft smile graced his lips as his quiet snoring returned anew. Brain un-did their embrace, pulling away from Pinky with a placid smile, satisfied with his work. He felt relieved that he’d been able to help Pinky so much.
But now, he needed to sleep.
Brain settled back onto his pillow, this time choosing to face Pinky rather than away from him. It was a euphoric notion that the last thing he’d see before finally closing his eyes would be the mouse he…tolerated most. He took a cleansing breath, prepared to finally get the sleep he so desperately treasured.
Until he was forcibly tugged from where he lay by Pinky’s slender arms, being pulled into his chest.
Brain was about to protest by removing himself from the hug, but before he could muse a way to part, he was struck with a pleasing warmth, his backside feeling like it was on fire. His initial confused expression shifted to one of contentment, a deep blush present. He sighed in Pinky’s hold, mostly from their shared heat. He supposed that sleeping like this for one night wouldn’t be the worst.
It was all so calm. Brain could hear Pinky’s gentle heartbeat and his low breaths in his ears. It was weirdly peaceful. Unlike those other times when they did this when they were awake, which were still nice, but this hit different. Probably because Pinky wasn’t awake, and he was the only one that could appreciate this affection.
Before he could second guess what he was doing still in Pinky’s arms, his eyelids grew heavy, and his mind began to wander. Perhaps, he’d scold his friend for this tomorrow. But currently, all he focused on was remaining with Pinky, together. As sleep finally came to him, Brain snuggled closer to his partner, the softness and warmth of his fur being the final thing he touched before drifting off.
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He was awoken not by the sunlight, per usual, but instead by the sound of shuffling beside him, and a light yawn. Brain blinked once, the familiar scent of Pinky welcoming him back to reality. It was only then that he realized that he’d been sleeping with such proximity to Pinky all night. He’d almost forgotten about last night’s escapade.
And then he saw Pinky’s stunning blue eyes and it all came back to him.
Oh goodness, Pinky looked incredible. Wait, was what happened last night real?
It was. What a relief.
“Narf! Good morning sleepyhead!” Pinky playfully tousled the fur on Brain’s head and kissed his forehead, which caused him to blush.
“Good morning, Pinky.” Brain droned, still a little bit tired, though it had been the best night of sleep he’d gotten in a while. “How did you sleep?”
Pinky giggled. “Oh very well Brain! The bed was extra warm for some reason. Gee I wonder why?”
Brain smirked a little; Pinky’s tone had indicated that he knew the answer, which was just a little humorous. “I must say that last night’s rest was very pleasant. I’m almost completely ready for the day.”
“Wonderful, Brain! Poit!” Pinky sat up immediately, getting ready to do his usual morning procedures. “I’ll go make breakfast, get your yummy coffee all ready, and then we can…”
Brain cut him off, grabbing Pinky’s arm to keep him in bed and placing his hand on Pinky’s mouth. “I said almost. I didn’t say get up, did I?” His voice was almost a needy whine and there was a bit of a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Brain couldn’t help but softly smile when Pinky’s gaze met his as he realized what Brain had meant.
“Egad!” Pinky’s face lit up. “More bedtime with my bestest boyfriend? You mean it?”
“Indeed. Just a few more minutes shall suffice excellently.” A part of him wanted to just get out of bed and start the day, but Pinky came first. And he needed more time with his lover. Desperately.
“Yay! It’s cuddle time, sweetheart! And your gonna looove it!” Pinky giggled as he settled within the blanket again next to Brain. The temperature increased dramatically.
Brain could only muster one quick chuckle before his and Pinky’s lips met for a quick, but well-deserved chaste kiss. When they parted, Brain settled his head below Pinky’s, wrapping his arms around his waist again. He felt Pinky’s arms do the same; they were even closer than they had been last night.
As the two just relinquished in their shared embrace, Brain couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest mouse in the world that he’d found Pinky. Not only was he a great friend but he was a doting partner and, yes, an exquisite snuggler. He knew that they’d always have each other, no matter what abnormal circumstances came their way.
Even if Pinky kept him awake for half of the night.
Special thanks to once again my good friend @therealhayyhay for just being the coolest and most supportive person ever. BTW you might wanna check the notes on the Ao3 version of this for a little surprise lol. Thanks for reading!!
Ao3 version is linked below:
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Your Narf is My Drug
The mice have driven me so insane, I wrote a fic with a Kesha parody about it.
It's to the tune of "Your Love is My Drug."
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(Brain sits amidst the smoking debris of his latest plan.)
Brain: This is a hot mess we’ve gotten into.
Pinky: (sing-songily) Look at all the shinies! (tosses broken pieces into the air and hops around underneath them as they fall on his head) Zounds, Brain! I caught them all! (laughs hysterically)
Brain: (glares, folds arms) Speaking of hot messes….
(Brain’s vision suddenly turns to slow-motion. He takes in the gliding of Pinky’s supple limbs, Pinky’s lithesome hips swirling like the spirals of Brain’s hypnosis machines. The wreckage rain reflects the light in such a way that Pinky glows to rival the Pleiades.)
Brain: Emphasis on hot….Egad, what am I thinking?! This is preposterous! This is absurd! This is….
(He clutches at his head, as if that would quell the desire flaring up like so many bunsen burners. He finally breaks down at the pile of smashed electronics.)
Brain: Will you never cease that infernal buzzing?! (pounds wickle mousey fists on table)
(The rhythmic buzzing from the broken contraption starts to arrange itself into a poppy synth bassline. The pounding of Brain’s fists on the table provides the beat.)
(First verse)
Brain:
I feel like Captain Ahab;
I’m too sunken in the deep.
Emotional repression
Is losing me all my sleep.
There’s no time to dilly-dally;
My world domination calls.
I’m stuck with this dishy dope and
Hearing him spew his spurtive squalls!
(Pre-chorus)
Our two fates are intertwined;
What far-off planets have aligned?
This novel factor’s undefined.
I can’t get Pinky off my mind!
(Chorus)
His narf, his narf, his narf
Stole my heart.
His narf, his narf, his narf.
I say, his narf, his narf, his narf
Stole my heart.
His narf, his narf, his narf.
(Second verse)
His cranium’s harder than gneiss;
I’m telling him everything thrice.
My mind and heart in vises:
I can chart this diacrisis.
I can’t resist his whimsy.
All my defenses, flimsy.
My schemes will surely be impacted
If I go on being so damn distracted!
(Pre-chorus)
Our two fates are intertwined;
What far-off planets have aligned?
This sequence is not my design.
I can’t get Pinky off my mind!
(Chorus)
His narf, his narf, his narf
Stole my heart.
His narf, his narf, his narf.
I say, his narf, his narf, his narf
Stole my heart.
His narf, his narf, his narf.
(Bridge)
I must fight to gain control,
But every hour takes its toll.
I try so hard to keep my cool
But still I fall for this fine fool!
(Pinky comes in, twirling glow sticks. He has painted geometric shapes on himself with non-toxic mouse safe glow-in-the-dark body paint. When he turns around, Brain can see that Pinky has somehow painted a neon yellow line down his own back, ending in a neon pink heart over his butt.)
Pinky:
Braaiiiin~
Just a suggestion….
Why don’t we have a bath in some warm salad dressing?
Does that sound like some silly-willy fun-fun?
Is my fjord your drug?
POIT! Your drug? ZORT! Your drug? NARF! Your drug?
Is my—FJORD!—your drug?
Brain: No! Pinky, you’ll get us copyright-stricken!
(Chorus)
Oh, Brain!
My narf, my narf, my narf
Stole your heart!
My narf, my narf, my narf!
You said my narf, my narf, my narf
Stole your heart!
My narf, my narf, my narf!
You said my zort, my zort, my zort
Is your drug!
My zort, my zort, my zort!
You said my zort, my zort, my zort
Is your drug!
My zort, my zort, my zort!
(The buzzing synth line stops.)
Braaiiiiin~
Brainy-cakes… (flirty giggle) Sooooo… (delirious laughter)
My narf, my narf, my narf, my narf, is your drug.
I like your tail.
(A giant “DMCA” falls on Brain’s head. He crawls out from underneath it, looking especially worse for wear.)
Brain: I suspect this comedown will be particularly hard.
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The abyss is quite inviting if you gaze long enough.
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The Owl Mouse (unfin)
(since The owl house is ending soon,I thought I'd share this unfinished Patb x TOH au fic @cutesycadaver and I did a while back In the fandom)
“Foolish child, I could swallow you whole” hissed the snake beast that stood Azura.
“Do not underestimate me giler snake, for I am The good Mouse-Witch Azura warrior of peace. NOW EAT THIS SUCKA!” She shot at the beast with her wand.
“No, my only weakness, dying!” Cried the snake.
“And that’s the end!” Pinky said, holding a snake (that somehow didn’t try to eat the mouse) and an Azura doll
“The end of what?” His mother asked,
“My book report. I think I knocked it out of the park, zort!”
“Your book report is why you’re here!” Pinky's principal said, showing Pinky that everyone is being attacked by snakes.
“Oh, that’s where the backup snakes were! Troz!”
“And what were you going to do with this?” Pinky’s mom pulled a bundle of firecrackers from her purse
“That was for the act three closer.” Pinky said ashamed
“Honey, I love your creativity” his mom said “but it’s gotten out of paw. Do you remember why you were in the principal’s office the last three times?” Oh he remembered. That time when he made Juliet’s death TOO real when he was trying out for Romeo and Juliet. And the time he made a baby griffin for his art project also and added actual baby spiders along with it. And let’s not forget the time when he was showing classmates what he can do to his eyes (which was VERY disturbing and VERY cool.).
“We all love that you express yourself but if you can’t learn to separate fantasy from reality then you're going to have to spend the summer here.” His mother handed him a pamphlet about Reality Check summer camp.
“Don’t worry mom. narf. I won’t let you down. No more weirdness.” The snake Pinky was holding attacked the principal.
“That doesn’t count right?”
Pinky was standing outside his house waiting for the bus to come to take him to camp. A sad look plastered on his face. His mom came out “Oh my baby.” She hugged him in an attempt to comfort him
“Now don’t worry, summer camp is only going to be for three months. You’ll be so busy balancing checkbooks and...learning...to...appreciate public radio, the time will fly by.
“But Mom, I don’t like any of that stuff. I like cooking, music, and reading books. Mostly the romantic ones. They always make me feel mushy and gushy inside. Poit!”
“Honey, your fantasy world is holding you back. Do you have any friends, real ones that aren’t imagined, or drawn, or equestrian?” His mom had a point but Pinky didn’t like the point, it was true and sharp and not at all fun fun silly willy.
“Summer camp is a chance for friends but you have to try. Can you do that?” Pinky looked at the trash can beside him
“Yes mom.” He said defeated, throwing his favorite book in the trash. His mother’s phone buzzed
“Oh I gotta go to work.” She came over and kissed his head
“Your bus is coming soon. Text me when you get there. I love you so much goodbye.”
“Bye, mom.” As soon as his mom walked off, Pinky dug through the trash
“where is it? Where is it? troz”
“Who”
“Not who, WHAT!” There was an owl...and it was holding his book in a little bag.
“Owl trash thief!” Pinky scolded running after the owl. He chased it into the woods spotting a shabby house it ran into. The house was old, kinda spooky, and was most likely haunted. Pinky gulped. He was scared, but he has to be brave to get his book back.
“Off I go. P-p-poit...” He said nervously. The squeaky door slammed behind him, which was weird because he doesn’t remember pulling on it. In a flash of yellow light a strange door with an eye appeared. The owl went through and so did Pinky.
“Stop adorably hopping away you…” Pinky looked around, he was in a tent of trash.
“Whoa, I thought I had a lot of weird stuff, but this. This is impressive.” He picked up...something.
“Finally you're back.” A woman’s voice said. Pinky ducked down.
“Now let’s see what we got here.” He pushed open the tent. A woman with graying brown hair in a ponytail and magenta glasses went through the bag the owl had. The owl sat on a stick and the woman turned him around and he turned...into wood.
“Narrrrrf!” Pinky said in amazement
She picked up a smartphone. “Garbage.”
A huge diamond ring. “Garbage.”
A golden shiny goblet. “Garbage.”
She gasped “Now this!” She put on some silly springy eyeglasses
“This will make me rich! And this…” she picked up Pinky’s book “This will make good kindling.”
She put it over a candle.``NOOOO!” Pinky cried. He got out of his hiding place and took the book out of the woman's hand. “Excuse me! Sorry! It’s mine! Narf! Gotta go bye!” Pinky tried to go back into the house but the door formed itself into a key and landed in the woman’s hand.``You’re not going anywhere.” The woman said as she glared at Pinky. He immediately put the book in his backpack and ran for his life. He stopped at a cliff, looking at the monstrous landscape beyond. “Oh no! No! No! No! narf! What’s going on?” A little pink fairy flew next to him. “AH! Oh. Hello, little fairy. Are you gonna tell me this is all a bad dream and I’m gonna wake up back to reality?” Pinky asked. “GIVE ME YOUR SKIN! '' it said in a demonic voice. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” He screamed as he smacked the fairy and ran away once again.``What’s going on? Did I die? Am I in hell?”
“You wish.” a voice said behind him. Pinky immediately turned around and saw the same woman he saw earlier. “AHHH! NO! NO! PLEASE! NARF! NO!” But before he tried to escape the woman grabbed Pinky by the tail and hanged him face to face.``I’m so sorry! I just wanted my book back! If you're gonna eat me, please make it quick! But I must warn you I haven’t taken a bath in two days!”
“Eat you? Why would I eat a potential customer?” Pinky relaxed, now confused, she owned a little shop “Can I offer you a human foot full of holes, a bar of green human candy, how about this shadow box that reflects only sadness!” She held out a little TV. “That’s not all it can do.” Pinky laughed, he picked up some batteries and hopped up on the TV. He popped them in and the TV turned on to an at-home workout video.
The TV drew in a crowd of monsters wanting to buy it. “What did you say your name was?” The woman asked. “I’m Pinky!” “Well, Pinky that was very clever for a mouse.” Pinky giggled “You Humans say that all the time.” “Oh dear child…” she took off her bandanna to reveal pointed ears “I’m no human. I’m Nora the Owl Lady! The most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles!” “A witch!” Pinky whispered “I am respected, feared…” ”BUSTED!” A giant fist smashed the TV interrupting Nora. “Nora the Owl Lady, you are wanted for misuse of magic and demonic misdemeanors.” Said a pudgy police-looking witch in a brown uniform. “Whoa witch criminal.” Pinky whispered, “You are hereby ordered to come with me to the conformitorim!” “Would you guys quit following me around, I haven’t done squat.” “And you’re coming too!” He picked up Pinky “For fraternizing with a criminal.” “What, that’s not cool! narf.” “Alright, Alright you win just let me get my stuff.”
Suddenly Nora whacked the police guy with her staff. She put her shop stuff in a bindle and ran off, Pinky followed. “This is crazy if I die here my mom’s gonna kill me!” “I won’t let him hurt you. A talking mouse is much more useful alive.” They turned a corner ”WOOHOO!” Nora shouted as she grabbed Pinky and flew into the air with her staff. Pinky forced his eyes closed, tearing up a bit “You can open up your eyes now little mouse.” He did, looking down he latched onto Nora’s shoulder. “Flying staffs, scary monsters, you’re a witch, what is this place? zort?”
“This is the Boiling Isles, every myth the humans have is caused by a little of our world leaking into yours.” “A griffin!” Pinky pointed at the beast as it breathed spiders “I knew it!” “Yep, griffins, vampires, giraffes, we banished those guys” “whoa.” They landed and
Nora jumped off the staff, leaving one of her hands behind. “Gahhh!” “Oops, that happens sometimes.” She screwed it back on. ”Well I have had enough adventure for today.
This is definitely not the fantasy world I’ve always dreamed about. So can you help me get
Back home? Troz?” “Only if you help me first,” Nora said.
“Deal!”
They looked over a giant building with a huge eye. “Whoa, Aren’t those meanie mean guards finding us?” “Nope, my house has a state-of-the-art defense system!” “Hoot-squeak password, please? OW!” Nora poked the mouse owl thing in the eyes “No time for this Larry let us in!” “Alright Alright Jeez you never want to have any fun, ow, squeak!” Larry’s mouth opened wide and they walked through.
“Welcome to…” She snapped her fingers and magical things started happening everywhere “...The Owl House! Where I hide from the pressures of modern life. Also cops, ex-boyfriends, etc. “This place is amazing! Do you live here all alone?”
Then all of a sudden loud giant stomps shook the house. “Actually I have a roommate.” Nora said. Pinky went behind Nora. He hoped her roommate doesn't eat mice. “Who dares intrude upon me, The King of Demons” A cute little...something came out with a ducky hood towel and a rubber duck. Pinky stood in awe of how cute they were.
“Oh! My! Narf! Nora, they’re sooo CUTE! Who’s a wittle guy?! Who’s a wittle guy?! Is it you?! Is it you?!” Pinky jumped up on them and scratched behind their ears. “No! I don’t know who your little guy is! Nora, who is this little monster?!” The adorable creature grabbed Pinky by the tail, putting him off their ears. Nora took him in her hand holding Pinky up. “Oh, this is Pinky, a talking mouse and possible help for our situation.”
“Oh. Hooray!”
“Wait-Wait-Wait, I don’t like the sound of this “situation”.” Pinky said. “Just let me explain…” said Nora as she drew a glowing yellow circle in the air with her fingers. “Wakko warner was once a great king of demons and...creatures like themself. But warden Wrath stole their crown and locked it behind a door that only a human could get through. Or maybe a small animal like you.”
“Naaaarfff…” the glowing circle showed the whole story in a cool storybook way. “If you help us retrieve their crown we’ll send you back to your realm, what do ya say? Plus who can’t say no to this lil cutie.” Nora said as she picked up wakko (they was somehow now wearing a blue sweater). “DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM!” “I mean we are kinda your only way home.” “So I don’t have a choice do I?” Pinky said. ”Nope! Now we have no time to lose!” Nora said as she put Pinky on her shoulder. “Where are we going anyway?” Pinky asked. “Somewhere super fun!”
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“The comformatorium” Nora said as they arrived.”A place for those considered unsuitable for society.” “Zort! This doesn’t look like a fun place to me.” Pinky said. He looked at a wanted poster for Nora “They really got the hots for you.” “Yup!” She winked, “But we never got caught because we’re too slippery.” “Try to catch me when I’m covered in grease, I’m a squirmy little fella!” Wakko added, “You and I will sneak up to the top of the tower where they’re keeping my crown.” They said pointing at the tower
“And I’m gonna make sure the warden is distracted” Nora said.”Can I wear a disguise?’’ Pinky said with excitement. “Uhhhh....” Nora said, confused. “I’ve always wanted to do this!” Pinky flipped his cat hoodie on.”Look at me! I’m a kitty cat! Narf!” Nora and Wakko looked at Pinky’s disguise “It’s hideous!” “Oh you’ll fit right in!” Nora used her staff to create a flying disc for Wakko and Pinky “Hang on tight you two!” It brought them up to a window. Wakko grabbed the ledge, Pinky clung to their hat. Nora activated her staff “See you guys at the top of the tower and flew away.
The two young creatures climbed into the window. Their eyes met with the sight of thousands of prison cells, spiraling upward. “Hey Cat-mouse.” came a voice from behind them, they turned around. “How did you get out of your cell?” “Oh I’m not a cat.” Pinky took down his hood “or a criminal. Zort.”
“Not yet, you’re not.” Wakko giggled.
“Neither are we.” the cat in the cell said bitterly.
“The stupid warden likes to lock people up who don’t fit in. Like I like to write fics about foods falling in love. I like food, I like love, just let me write about it!”
“I’m here because I like eating my own eyes.” A dog said next to the cat
“We are agents of expression, they cannot silence us” a little chubby mouse said
“yeah he’s really into conspiracy theories.”
“The world is a simulation. We play things for a higher being.” The criminalized animals spoke of their woes and Pinky grew more upset by the word.
“These aren’t crimes! None of you did anything wrong! What if they locked me in jail every time I say narf!”
Then Pinky realized.
“You’re all just a bunch of weirdos..... like me. troz. “ Just then the chamber started to shake.
“It’s the warden! You two got to hide!”
Pinky and Wakko ran to an empty cell to hide.They huddled together in fear. Not saying a word.
“I can hear you!” A big burly man slammed the door open.
“Just what are you whispering about” suddenly his voice became far less menacing and a bit dopey. He looked down at the wanted poster that had fallen to the floor.
“Ah The Owl Lady…” he picked it up. His hand morphed into a hammer around it. Ralph slammed his shifted limb into the cell door Pinky and Wakko sat behind.
“I’ll get my hands on her soon enough.”
“Fight against the oppressor we’ll resist! We will conquer! We’ll never be afraid of you, big creep!” Egwind said.
Without a word, Ralph opened the cell that Egwind was in.
“Hooray I’m free!”
But then ralph grabbed egwind and carried him to the torture room
“Let this be a lesson to all of you. There’s no place in society for people who don’t fit in.” He squeezed the mouse in his fist. Ralph loudly stomped out.
“Don’t worry we can get you out!” Pinky confidently assured the prisoners. He led Wakko to the cat and dog’s cell. They pushed the lever up but it wouldn’t budge.
“Nooooo! my weak mouse arms!” Pinky cried.
“Just get out of here while you still can kid.” She signed “enjoy freedom for us.”
The duo looked dismayed but carried on into the next room.
“Hey, I just checked the warden is distracted tormenting a tiny creature.” Nora said flying next to Pinky and Wakko. “He won’t be coming around here anytime soon.”
“That’s nice…” Pinky said sadly. Nora looked at pinky concerned
“You alright?”
“Yeah. let’s just get Wakko’s crown back.”
Pinky, Nora, and Wakko walked to the contraband where Wakko’s crown was placed
"My crown! I can taste its power! Wakko said as they ran to the front door and tried to break it .
"Awwww they're so cute when they're hungry for power." Nora cooed.
" I don’t get it, Nora, " Pinky said sadly. "They all in here for just being themselves. Why does everyone think being weird is bad? Poit."
#the owl house#pinky and the brain#animanaics#animaniacs 2020#animaniacs fanfiction#patb au#pinky patb#pinky and the brain au
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BatB AU: Ch 28: Under the Apple Tree
AN: It's been a super long time since I updated this story. But now I think it's time to get the ball rolling on the next story arc!
Ch 28: Under the Apple Tree
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“Over here, Brain!” Pinky shouted from atop the small hill. He swung the picnic basket in a wide arc, one hand on his floppy sunhat. The mint green ribbon tied around the brim swayed gently in the fresh spring breeze, matching perfectly with the cute bow around his waist. Marita had embroidered his sundress with beautiful white daisies and yellow daffodils, and he loved how the fair weather was just perfect for springtime fashion. “Come on! I’ve seen snails move faster than you!”
Brain promptly dropped the red, apple-decorated blanket in his hands, his cheeks turning as pink as his eyes when he stared up at Pinky. Stunned, he hastily scooped up the blanket and hurried to the hilltop.
“And how would you know that, Pinky?” Brain asked, breathless from his climb. “You can’t sit still long enough to watch a snail move that far.”
He spread the blanket on the grass, right underneath the blossoming apple tree. This spot had just the perfect mixture of sunlight and shade. The blooming flowers were beautiful shades of pink and white, gently fluttering in the breeze.
Pinky reached up, catching a falling blossom in the palm of his hand. He inhaled slowly, taking in its sweet aroma.
“You should smell this, Brain!” Pinky exclaimed, tail wagging in excitement. “It’s like a little whiff of heaven!”
Brain hesitated for a moment at the flower in Pinky’s hands, but after an encouraging nod, he leaned over and scented the flower for himself.
“The scent is…familiar,” Brain admitted, placing a hand to his chin in thought. He seemed rather puzzled by it. “I know I’ve smelled it in the castle before, but I can’t pinpoint the source.”
“Maybe the maids were using it? I’ve been meaning to ask what they’re using to get those really stubborn stains out,” Pinky suggested.
But Brain shook his head. “No, no, it wasn’t coming from them or their cleaning tools. I’m fairly certain it was in the library.”
Pinky tucked the blossom behind Brain’s ear, giving his outfit an extra springtime touch. Brain tended to favor muted colors in his casual outfits, and he’d chosen a simple yet elegant white, short-sleeved shirt with black pants for this outing.
Pinky smiled at his handiwork while Brain reached up and touched the flower, confusion all over his face before securing the flower and giving a small, hesitant smile of his own.
“Really? I always thought the library had that dusty old book smell,” Pinky admitted.
With all the time he’d spent in the library, it had become a comforting scent to him.
“It’s not from the books either. In fact, I smelled it more when…we’re in close proximity to each other.” Brain’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait! Now I’m sure of it! You’re somehow the source of that scent, Pinky!”
“Am I?” Pinky said, lifting his arm and smelling his fur. A pleasant, floral scent filled his nostrils. “Well I’ve been using this really nice apple blossom bubble bath lately…”
Then a playful, mischievous idea came to mind, and he coiled his tail around Brain’s waist, pulling him close. Brain tensed up, his fur turning a bright shade of crimson.
“Are you trying to tell me I smell nice, Brain?” Pinky crooned through half-lidded eyes, his voice low and teasing.
“N-no! I mean, yes!” Brain stammered, unable to answer Pinky’s question. “Maybe? Y-you don’t smell like a skunk!”
Giggling, Pinky took pity on Brain and released him. Brain’s face was still bright red as he hurried over to the picnic basket and began unpacking items at lightning speed.
Pinky’s stomach rumbled from hunger as the scent of freshly made cheese intertwined with the apple blossoms, and he couldn’t resist breaking off a piece of a large wheel that Brain had set aside.
He popped it into his mouth, a sweet, nutty flavor exploding across his tongue. It was absolutely divine, and Pinky couldn’t resist taking a second helping. But before he could break off another piece, Brain reached behind him and moved the plate out of reach.
“Don’t be greedy, Pinky,” Brain scolded, though his tone was light and lacked any real bite to it. “I’m not finished yet. You need to wait.”
Pinky pouted. Withholding cheese just wasn’t fair!
“But I’m hungry, Brain! Narf!” he protested, placing his elbows on the closed lid of the picnic basket and resting his head in his hands. “I haven’t eaten in forever!”
Brain rolled his eyes. “You inhaled an entire stack of ten pancakes with cream, chocolate, berries, butter, sugar, and syrup this morning.”
“Yeah, but that was then! This is now!” Pinky insisted. “Pleeeeaaaaaase?”
He clasped his hands together, his tail hopefully wagging.
Brain’s stern demeanor melted into uncertainty. “Pinky, don’t you give me that look now…” he stammered, crossing his arms in an attempt to remain in control. “You know I can’t re-I mean, of course I’m completely immune to your simple charms, and I will not surrender the cheese under any circumstances.”
Pinky’s ears drooped against his neck.
And with a sigh of resignation, Brain finally broke off a piece of cheese and threw it into Pinky’s open mouth. The cheese melted in Pinky’s mouth, and he licked his lips with a contented narf.
“...you have got to stop doing that,” Brain groaned, running his hands down his face in frustration.
Pinky just smiled, because amidst the spread of sourdough bread, cheese, berries, butter, and drinks, there were two very special items left in the basket that Brain hadn’t brought out yet. Brain had entrusted the food preparations to Pinky, while he focused on scouting the perfect spot for their picnic. Brain hadn’t seen all the contents of the basket yet.
“Brain, allow me to present the creme de la creme of this basket! It’s a super special recipe passed down through the family for generations, and I can’t wait to share it with you!” Pinky opened the other half of the basket to reveal two slices of strawberry cheesecake. “It’s made with crushed crumbs, cream cheese, the first harvest of the ripest and reddest strawberries of the season, and love!”
“Should we really be eating the dessert course first?” Brain asked, though he swiped a finger through his cheesecake and carefully gave it a test lick. His entire body perked up, a happy gleam in his rose-pink eyes.
Pinky shrugged. “Who’s gonna stop us? We can eat cake first if we want!”
“Dr. Scratchinsniff would have something to say if he knew,” Brain said, though he’d eaten half of his cake already, flecks of cream cheese dotting his muzzle.
“Troz! Well, ‘ol Scratchy’s not here now, is he?” Pinky smirked as he shoveled the cheesecake down his throat. “And it’s not like he can stop us if he wanted to.”
Brain shrugged. “I suppose not.”
He finished his cheesecake and grabbed a slice of bread. But before he could bite into it, he suddenly let out a loud burp and quickly covered his mouth, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Pinky gasped, clutching his chest like somebody had just stepped on a puppy. “Now, Brain! Zu should not burp like ze chimney!” he exclaimed in his best imitation of Scratchinsniff. “Eet iz not very prince-y of zu, ja?”
He punctuated his outrage with an exaggerated, nagging wave of his finger.
“Your imitation is truly impeccable,” Brain said, a short laugh escaping him. “Down to the accent and enunciation.”
Fur bristling, Pinky quickly leapt behind Brain, glancing up at the apple tree and ready to duck for cover in case there were any birds perching on the branches.
“I’m peckable?” he yelped, clutching Brain tightly. “Are there any crows up there?”
Brain sighed, loosening Pinky’s arms so he could slip out. “No, Pinky. Only two songbirds, and they haven’t noticed us.”
“Oh. Well, that’s a relief,” Pinky said, instantly relaxing.
One songbird had bright yellow feathers splashed across its chest, while the other was a plain brown. The yellow-feathered bird sang a beautiful melody to its counterpart, fluttering along the flowers and budding leaves to entice her with his song.
But the female only pecked at the branch, not seeming particularly interested.
“Narrrf, I think he’s trying to woo her, Brain!” Pinky whispered in excitement. “He’s singing such an adorable song for her! That’s so romantic!”
What sort of romantic imagery went with birdsong? Maybe a blue sky, or soaring somewhere exciting, or building a nest together?
“She doesn’t appear to share your opinion, Pinky,” Brain said, crossing his arms with a frown.
The female bird wasn’t outright rejecting her suitor, but she was flicking her tailfeathers at him, like he needed to work harder to win her over.
And the male was trying awfully hard, but his song faltered, every beat of his wings becoming more unsure. If he didn’t find his groove, he was gonna lose her for sure!
“He needs a wingman,” Pinky declared, his mind made up. He hurried over to the shadow of the apple tree’s largest branch, whistling along to the male’s birdsong. He filled in the spaces of the faltering melody with his own, but kept his voice lower so he didn’t completely overtake the song.
The female stopped pecking at the branch, cocking her head as he listened more intently to the song. Bolstered by her rising interest, the male dared to hop closer to her, puffing out his yellow feathers to make himself appear more attractive.
That’s it! You’re doing great!
The male was just inches away from her, stretching out his wing as if inviting her for a flight.
Suddenly, the female broke away and fluttered down to the roots of the apple tree. She regarded Pinky with interest.
Pinky rubbed the back of his neck, feeling rather awkward now.
“Oh…um, hi,” Pinky said, trying to be friendly without being too friendly. “I think he likes you?”
He pointed up at the male bird, who’d stopped singing, his beak open from shock.
But the female ignored Pinky’s hand, warbling at him with keen interest.
“Don’t get me wrong! I’m flattered, truly!” Pinky waved his hands frantically and backed away. “But I don’t think I could eat worms straight out of the ground!”
Yet the female hopped even closer, her beak pressing against Pinky’s nose.
Then Pinky felt a hand clamp down on his wrist, yanking him backwards.
“Stay behind me, Pinky,” Brain ordered with a warning glare directed at the female bird.
His short white fur bristled, and Pinky giggled quietly to himself. Brain looked like an adorably spiky cloud with his fur puffed out like that.
The female bird threw her wings open, feet scraping at the ground with indignation.
“He’s. Not. Interested,” Brain growled, his voice low and dangerous. A deceptively quiet rumble came from his throat, and Pinky realized that Brain truly was growling the way he used to do under the curse.
Pinky rubbed Brain’s spiky fur between his fingers, admiring how soft it still felt. Brain’s growling faltered, then quickly picked back up, like he’d briefly forgotten and remembered why he was growling in the first place.
Brain kept Pinky behind him while he stared down the female bird.
Finally, the female bird chirped and lifted her tailfeathers haughtily, flying away until she’d disappeared over the treeline. The male warbled frantically and hurried after her, leaving several feathers behind him.
Brain continued to glare at the horizon, as if silently daring them to come back. His fur still wouldn’t lie flat, so Pinky gently smoothed it down for him with soothing, broad strokes.
The tension in Brain’s shoulders slowly disappeared, his growls becoming softer and quieter. He leaned back into Pinky, letting him support his weight as he returned the affection with a brief nuzzle of his own.
“No more interfering in the love lives of avians, Pinky,” Brain sternly told him, though his exasperated scolding was punctuated with a kiss to Pinky’s nose.
“Okey-dokey, Brain,” Pinky giggled, returning the nose kiss with one of his own.
Brain’s face immediately turned as red as the picnic blanket lying on the ground.
“G-good…” he stammered, quickly rushing back to the picnic blanket and burying his face in the fabric.
Brain always seemed like he wanted to sink into the nearest fabric whenever Pinky kissed him on the nose.
Before Pinky could surprise him with another kiss, several loud squawks came from somewhere in the sky.
“QUICK! I NEED ANOTHER SHINY THING! WE GOTTA FIND ANOTHER SHINY THING SO EBONY WON’T GO OFF WITH THAT STINKIN’ CORBIN!”
“Pesto, just calm down-”
“CALM DOWN? ARE YOU SAYIN’ I’M NOT THE VERY PICTURE OF SERENITY AND PEACE?”
“N-no, I’m just saying-”
“THAT’S IT! GET OVER HERE SO I CAN PLUCK YOU LIKE A TURKEY ON THANKSGIVING!”
Two avian bodies plummeted to the ground, tangled in a feathery gray ball. Pesto was completely incoherent now, while Squit ineffectually tried to push him off. But there wasn’t much force in Squit’s kicks.
Pesto’s shrieks quickly turned into gasps and sobs, his entire body shaking as he collapsed on top of Squit.
“Cheer up, Pesto. There’s plenty of other birds in the sky,” Squit said, patting Pesto’s back awkwardly.
“N-not like Ebony! We could’ve made a beautiful nest together!” Pesto wailed.
Pinky and Brain awkwardly glanced at their romantic picnic setup.
Bobbi, who’d always been the calmest out of the Goodfeathers, ducked his head in apology. There was a brown satchel on his back, a piece of parchment sticking out from the flap.
“Sorry to crash your little date,” he said diplomatically, ignoring Squit’s clumsy attempts to comfort Pesto, who was sobbing into his shoulder. “Pesto acts like this every spring. Always wantin’ to chase every pretty tailfeather that flits his way.”
“Oh no, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” Pinky replied. Brain’s eyes were trained carefully on the picnic basket, and he fidgeted awkwardly next to Pinky. “So this Ebony…um, it didn’t work out, huh?”
Bobbi nodded. “I told him not to chase that crow. Those birds like to be courted with shiny gifts, but they’ll steal ‘em and leave you heartbroken in the end.”
Pinky gasped, hands flying to his mouth. “Poor Pesto! That’s just horrible!”
He felt a little better when Brain’s hand started patting him on the back.
“A most unfortunate outcome,” Brain added, turning his gaze back onto the picnic blanket with all their food lying haphazardly under the tree.
Bobbi shrugged. “Eh, he’ll get over it. He’s probably just overwhelmed. Been a long time since any of us have really stretched our wings. The carrier pigeon gig’s doing wonders for us.”
Ever since the curse had been lifted, the Goodfeathers had been flying in and out of the castle to celebrate their freedom and report on anything interesting that occurred from the surrounding land. Though Bobbi and Squit were willing to carry messages from the castle occupants to the outside world, only Pinky, his father, and Wakko really took them up on their offer, and the only recipients of their letters were Slappy and Skippy Squirrel.
The entire castle was made up of a hodgepodge of misfits and outcasts with nowhere else to go and nobody to write to, and there was no need to send letters when the person you wanted to talk to the most was living in the same castle anyway.
“Must be nice to have wings,” Pinky mused. The world must look really nice from a bird’s eye view. “Can you really see everything way up in the wild blue yonder?”
“Yeah, you can!” Squit exclaimed, hopping over and dragging a despondent Pesto behind him. “Flying is the greatest thing in the world since bread crumbs! Oh, and that old squirrel lady responded to your letter. Here you go!”
He lifted the parchment out of Bobbi’s backpack and gave it to Pinky, an unwavering grin on his beak.
“Egad, I’ve been waiting for this all day!” Pinky exclaimed, quickly ripping the seal and letting the parchment unfurl.
“To the Godpigeon, you and your dodo-minded flock have slighted me for the last time. Make good on our deal or else-”
Before Pinky could read any further, Bobbi quickly ripped the letter out of his hands and forcefully stuffed it into Squit’s beak to hide the contents.
Squit choked on the parchment for a few seconds before finally swallowing it whole, a visible bulge sliding down his throat all the way to his stomach.
“You. Saw. Nothing,” Bobbi grounded out, and Pinky hugged Brain to his chest nervously.
Bobbi’s eyes were blown open in warning, a confusing sight for Pinky since he’d never seen Bobbi act like this before. His feathers puffed out so that he appeared even bigger as he loomed over them.
“Of course we haven’t seen anything! Ow, Pinky, not so tight!” Brain exclaimed to placate Bobbi, with a sharp gasp. Pinky loosened his grip so Brain could breathe a little better. “You accidentally gave us another job advertisement for a shepherd boy! There seems to be a high demand in the nearby villages! Haha!”
Brain’s elbow jabbed Pinky.
Recognizing his cue, Pinky laughed alongside Brain. “Oh yes, somebody’s gotta watch those poor sheep! And I definitely did not accidentally read a vaguely terrifying letter from an unknown sender that wasn’t meant for my innocent eyes! Zort!”
Bobbi’s eyes narrowed, a move that made Squit dive for cover under Pesto’s wing. Pesto, who finally snapped out of his heartbroken stupor, watched anxiously and didn’t try to shove Squit away for once.
Suddenly, Bobbi shook Pinky and Brain’s hands with his wings, his feathers lying smooth like he hadn’t been enraged just seconds ago. His eyes were closed once again.
“Well, it’s a pleasure being on the same page with you fine gentlemice,” Bobbi said affably, his tone calm like he was only talking about the sunny weather. “Here’s your letter, Pinky. The correct one this time.”
He gave Squit a pointed look. Clearly, they’d be discussing the consequences of revealing such a dangerous message once they were alone.
Squit only let out a nervous laugh.
“Thanks…” Pinky said, taking the letter from Bobbi’s outstretched wing, which smelled of oak leaves and acorns. He was still unnerved by Bobbi’s threat.
“No prob,” Bobbi said. “Squit. Pesto. We gotta report to the Godpigeon immediately. Let’s leave these lovebirds to their picnic.”
Pesto’s eyes lit up as soon as Bobbi said ‘picnic’. “Wait…that’s it! I’ll land a girl with a picnic! Well, maybe if I could find a really pretty birdfeeder with a flower pattern-”
He continued to ramble about all the ways he could impress larks, nightingales, and doves all the way into the sky. Within minutes, the Goodfeathers’ silhouettes disappeared over the horizon.
Now that they were alone, Pinky and Brain returned to the blanket under the blossoming apple tree.
“Brain?” Pinky said as they settled near the trunk together. “Where would you go if you could fly like the Goodfeathers?”
Brain lifted his head towards the sky, silent as he pondered Pinky’s question. His pink eyes glittered with curiosity, but it didn’t last long before they turned downwards. He heaved a sigh, like flying was completely out of the question for him.
“Don’t know,” Brain admitted. “What would your answer be?”
That was an easy choice for Pinky.
“I think I’d fly to Warnerstock,” Pinky declared.
“You don’t know anything about Warnerstock, Pinky,” Brain said.
“Neither do you,” Pinky pointed out. “Or the Warner siblings, or anyone else! I’ll explore the country myself and tell everyone what I saw! That way, it’s not so unknown anymore and the Warners won’t feel disconnected to their homeland!”
Yakko was the only one who had any solid memories of Warnerstock. Wakko’s were fuzzy at best, and Dot was an infant when they fled. Her brothers and their life in France were all she remembered.
There was a gleam of admiration in Brain’s pink eyes. “That’s…a surprisingly noble reason, Pinky. And I can’t argue against the pursuit of knowledge either.”
Pinky nudged Brain. “Okay, now it’s your turn. Where would you go if you could fly?”
He wasn’t going to accept an ‘I don’t know’ for an answer. There were lots of places in the world one could visit if they could fly! Brain had to have one, or two, or even eighty-four places he wanted to travel to at some point in his life!
When was the last time he even got out of the castle anyway?
“I…well, perhaps my answer might be…somewhat childish,” Brain murmured, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. Pinky didn’t see what the big deal was. “I’d like to visit Sherwood Forest, the home of Robin Hood and his Merry Men. It’s always described with such vibrancy and life. Seeing the real forest where his legend began would be amazing.”
His hands were clasped to his chest with wonder, though he quickly caught himself and lowered them again.
Pinky nuzzled Brain’s ear. “Then I’ll take you there myself, Brain. You can ride on my back while I’m flying!”
Brain stared at Pinky in surprise, though he shook his head with a brief chuckle and returned Pinky’s smile.
“I’ll look forward to it then,” he said.
Pinky tilted Brain’s head and captured his lips in a kiss. He tasted like strawberries and cheesecake, and Pinky hummed in delight when Brain pressed back too. The letter fluttered in Pinky’s hand, nearly forgotten until Brain pulled back, his chest heaving for breath.
Pinky could’ve kept going with the kiss forever, and all the way to eternity, but he didn’t mind reading Slappy’s letter while he waited for Brain to catch his breath.
Gonna keep this letter brief, Pinky. Can’t give away too much in case someone swipes it before this reaches you.
Skippy and I are packing everything so we can get out of this backwater village. They’ve treated us like dirt and I’ve only put up with it for this long so Skippy could grow up in a stable environment. He’s been maturing a lot though, so it’s finally time to say see ya suckers to those jerkwads. They haven’t learned squat ever since we beat the everloving crap out of them at the castle.
You weren’t a half-bad neighbor (seriously, why couldn’t you have lived next to me instead of that prissy, pearl-clutching Candi Chipmunk?), and the kid’s gonna miss you too.
We’ll be leaving in three days. If you wanna come see us, that’s your window.
-Slappy.
P.S.. Hi, this is Skippy! Come visit us soon!
P.P.S. Little scamp added this postscript while I was making dinner. Got some friends housesitting for you since your door isn’t fixed yet. Your rich new boyfriend can pay for any damages that happen when you let Daffy Duck crash at your place, can’t he?
P.P.P.S. Be careful when you head into town. Trouble’s brewing.
Pinky reread the letter multiple times, the reality of Slappy and Skippy’s situation sinking in with every passing minute. He couldn’t stop the worried thoughts whirling through his mind.
Were the villagers giving them trouble after their defeat at the castle? They’d followed Snowball’s cruel orders in separating them on that horrible night. Were they still trying to accomplish that? Trying to take revenge for siding against them in the battle?
He understood why Slappy wanted to move away from the village, away from all their judgment and stares and whispers. Neither he nor Papa missed the villagers all that much after they’d permanently moved into the castle.
But Slappy and Skippy were the only ones who’d been nice to him for years. He’d never expected them to move away so quickly.
While he didn’t expect everything in his life to stay the same, the change was still so unexpected that he didn’t know what to do.
Brain carefully pried the letter out of Pinky’s hand. He read through it quickly, his fingers intertwining with Pinky’s for support.
Pinky took a deep breath, taking comfort in Brain’s presence. He wasn’t alone, he wasn’t lost and wandering without a destination in sight.
“...I want to check on them, Brain,” Pinky said quietly. “And not just through the mirror.”
Maybe he could’ve used the mirror, but it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t talk to the Squirrels or wish them a safe journey through it.
But at the same time, he couldn’t just leave Brain behind in the castle either, even if it was only temporary. The first and only night Pinky had spent away from him after an entire winter together had been the loneliest one in Pinky’s life.
“Will you come with me?”
Brain was silent, his eyes staring off into the horizon. His fingers twitched in uncertainty, his ears falling against his back.
He wasn’t going to say no to Pinky visiting his old friends. No, his reaction was something else entirely. While Pinky wasn’t sure why Brain was reacting this way, he was sure Brain would tell him eventually.
Finally, Brain’s pink eyes met Pinky’s. He swept his arm out to the picnic spread.
“Let’s pack all of this away, Pinky. We’ll begin preparations immediately.”
And Pinky planted a grateful kiss on Brain’s forehead.
End AN: A nice, fluffy chapter so the mice can chill by themselves for a while. They deserve a break.
Brain being unable to say no to Pinky and being grumpy about it and protective Brain are my favorite things. I will never get tired of those.
Decided to let the Goodfeathers have a chance to shine in this chapter, just cause it's fun to let minor background characters have a little spotlight.
Next chapter, Brain's venturing out of the castle for the first time and we're gonna see how that affects him.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/41015844
first ao3 fic let’s go
#fanfiction#patb#romy#pinky#it sure does suck#but i’m so proud of myself for going through with it#nobody has to read it#i just like to share my accomplishments#even if they’re not high quality#pinky and the brain#roman is the main character#because i said so#i’m actually surprised it’s not brinky lol#brain isn’t even in the fic he’s just mentioned#weird huh#ao3#archive of our own
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WHO WANTS SOME BRAIN
Now that we have all the zombies coming at us, may I present to you:
TADA!! I’m learning how to draw digitally, which I’ve wanted to do for such a long time! Obviously, I didn’t draw that straight off the bat, I was tracing for practice. Here’s the original image:
Shading is REALLY HARD by the way. I might do it eventually, but I’m happy with what I have right now.
Oh and I had to make my stylus from scratch LMAO bc I don’t have one at home! But I think Brain would be proud of my inventative mindset. (also the portrait. Brain secretly wants a portrait.)
hehehe I should probably mention that I’m in the middle of writing a Brinky fanfic (ik it sounds cringe, but I’m having a good time so idc) which you can find in the AO3 account link at the top of my blog. Brinky is actually what got me so obsessed with PATB so it’s only logical I’d pay my tribute 🤗
#brinky#patb brain#patb#pinky and the brain#animaniacs#fanfiction#digitalart#practice#digital#tracing
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AH HELLO just wanted to say your an awesome writer and possibly could i request some more brinky fluff? Maybe some sleepy cuddles + lots of kisses???
I just started watching patb and your stuff has been a joy to read honestly :) :)
Anyway uh thanks for your time :p
Pinky’s eyes slowly drifted open, the first rays of sun beginning to peek through the window of the lab and slipping in through to their cage, indicating that the sun was just beginning to rise. The mouse sat up his and Brain’s shared sponge bed, stretching out his back and arms while he yawned. He rubbed his eyes of sleep, his tongue clicking a few times.
“Narf! Egad, it’s early. Yet I’m no longer tired! Are you tired, Brain??”
Pinky turned his head towards the smaller mouse, whose body was still wrapped snugly into their blanket, head nestled comfortably into his pillow. He was also snoring and making those funny whistling noises, which told Pinky he was sleeping pretty deeply.
“Oh, right. Poit.” He’d whisper to himself, a sheepish chuckle slightly raising his shoulders. He glanced back towards Brain, his heart fluttering. He really did look peaceful and cute while he slept, even with those strange noises he always made.
Pinky positioned himself so he was face-to-face with Brain, getting a good look at him. He noticed the way his chest slowly rose, the way his nose scrunched everytime he snored. The taller mouse giggled softly at the sight, a faint pink dusting both his cheeks. He sighed, his eyes lidded and a rather goofy smile on his lips.
“Gosh, you’re beautiful, Brain. You don’t think I could give you a little kiss on the forehead, do ya?? Troz!”
Brain’s answer was only another loud snore, and another whistle exhaled through his nose. He did seem to shift a bit, but not by much. Pinky thought for a moment, before reaching a hand over and cupping the smaller mouse’s cheeks between his three fingers and thumb, making his lips purse out. Pinky had to stifle a giggle, before he squished Brain’s cheeks, trying his best to imitate his voice.
“Well of course, Pinky! A kiss on the forehead sounds absolutely delightful right now!”
“Zort! Oh, Brain! I’ve never heard you so excited before!” Pinky would reply, a hand against his chest at “Brain’s” words. He’d scoot his body closer, his hand continuing to cup Brain’s cheeks as he leaned his head over, planting a long and tender kiss against his forehead.
Although Brain didn’t stir from his slumber, there was the smallest hint of a red starting to show on his cheeks, and Pinky could practically feel his heart leaping out of his chest at the sight. He’d gently brush a thumb against the other’s bottom lip, biting his own down.
“Braiiiin. Say something if you don’t want me to kiss you a million and zillion times over again.”
Pinky waited for a moment, although he already knew Brain wouldn’t say anything unless the former decided to imitate his voice again and speak for him, so there stood a pause where no words were said.
After what felt rather long but was really only a small moment of hesitation, Pinky hugged the sleeping Brain closely to his chest, leaning over and kissing every inch of his face and head.
He’d plant a kiss on his nose, pressed his lips gently against both of his cheeks, peppered him with them across his whole forehead, and decorated the tips of his ears with them. Basically whatever part of his head he wanted to kiss, he did. Pinky caressed and petted his head as his lips continued to not miss a single spot on Brain’s face.
He pulled away then, seeing a much deeper blush glowing on Brain’s cheeks. Pinky snorted, feeling his own cheeks warm up himself in response. His eyes drifted down slowly, landing on Brain’s lips. He swallowed for a moment, before once again reaching a hand over to squish Brain’s cheeks.
“Say, Brain… You wouldn’t mind a kiss on the lips now, would you?? I mean.. NARF! It might seem awfully silly to kiss someone on the lips in their sleep, but…”
“Don’t worry about it, Pinky!” He’d interrupt himself with his imitation of Brain, feigning a slight surprise. “Why would I mind a super nice and sweet kiss from my dearest Pinky!”
“Oooh, well, aren’t we sappy today?” Pinky would tease lightly, a smile wide on his face. “Poit! I… I really do love you so much, Brain.”
He’d whisper it softly, and this time when he’d talk for Brain again he did it without thinking, not realizing just how low his voice was.
“Of course, Pinky. I love you too.”
“Awww, Brain! ZORT!” He’d seem ecstatic at first, heart pumping out of his chest at the words. “I never thought… you’d…”
His voice trailed off, a lump forming in his throat. He looked down at his hand against Brain’s cheeks, and he slowly recoiled them back. Brain grunted, his eyes were still shut tight but he turned his body away from the taller mouse, snuggling deeper into the blanket.
“Say it back.” Pinky finished in a mumble, once again sitting his body up. He exhaled sharply, staring down at his hand. Shaking his head he’d lay back down, his knees curled up to his chest. He stared ahead at nothing as the cage filled with silence, not even filled by Brain’s snoring or funny whistling sounds.
#pinky and the brain#animaniacs#patb#brinky#fluff#angst#pinky x brain#patb pinky#patb brain#animaniacs fanfiction#pinky and the brain fanfiction#writing#thank you sm btw!!! i hope youre enjoying the show <3 gay mice personally changed my life
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