Pinky's Baby - Ch. 2As the lab was closing down the following day, Brain was on pins and needles awaiting Pinky's return. He'd expected him before this, and his mind couldn't help but entertain the worst. Had something gone wrong between his visit and the morning? Had his friend succumbed to a force stronger than life? Staring at a mahjong tile, Brain forced the thoughts away and instead chose to ponder why his cagemate would deign a single tile worth keeping. And what he could've possibly done with the rest of the game.More Like This
He scrambled to the cage door when he heard it squeak open, though, the tile dropped rather unceremoniously in the face of this important return. Pink eyes narrowed in irritation soon enough when the scientist held him back, the only thing keeping him from biting being his superior intellect... and the mild fear that he wouldn't leave Pinky behind if he thought Brain was going to act violently. The feeble-minded human just didn't understand and, Brain suspected, didn't care about the worr
Bitlets 157He says that "You must have a girlfriend,"More Like This
upon seeing Lauren's embossed envelope
that he has retrieved from the mail.
Truth is, in that envelope are bookmarks
for me to match origami paper too
and a galaxy of trees,
and while there is simplicity in truth
there is convolution in explaining it.
"Yah, I must."
Remembering- Phil Coulson x Reader “What do you remember?” the voice demanded as agony shot through you again.More Like This
“Nothing! I don’t remember!” you screamed, sheltering your head with your arms and curling your legs close to your body. “I don’t remember!”
It was a living nightmare, harsh white lights blinding you, blood smearing your face. You couldn’t even see the thing that was causing you such agony. And you still couldn’t remember.
“What do you remember?” the voice demanded again in exactly the same tone, repeating it’s question again and again until you placed your hands over your ears in an effort to dull the ceaseless noise.
“I don’t remember...” you whimpered, your own voice hoarse and rough from screaming, breath burning in your throat. “Please... stop...”
You weren’t sure when you finally fell unconscious from the trauma but