Laura: So talkin' with Amber and we stumbled across the happenings of this story. I hope you all like it!
I haven't seen sunlight in years. I wonder if, like everyone else, it's forgotten about me? I wonder if maybe...maybe some how, pulling through with this...if she would remember me? I don't have much family. I don't have many friends. I was a workaholic. Couldn't be helped. Yes I still remember the days when the other doctors would tell me to take a break. To lighten up. I laugh dryly to myself as I also remember being told how I worked my henchmen around the clock. Funny, how even though he hates to admit it, Mr. Two-Brains hasn't completely forgotten and abandoned my habits. No. I refuse to call him a doctor. Even what science he does perform, he hasn't clawed his way into a doctrine degree as I, a PhD, have.
I stopped my work. I was over thinking again. I could feel my brains stirring and that air of consciousness overcome me once more. Stumbling, I made my way to the couch and curled up tightly, burying my face into the pillow. A practice I've mastered as with a few breathing exercises, slumber fell heavy on me once more. It was hard to want to get up, but like the puppet I am, I forced myself to play as the master and pulled myself into standing and soon walking.
Allow me to explain. I am Prof. Steven Boxleitner. With what little time I have left, I strive to create the machine that should tear apart my DNA from the rodent DNA that has been fused into me a couple years ago. Oh what a fool I was, trying to peer into the black heart and mind of my own lab rat. Now if only I could...just..Just a few more pieces to complete it..
But it was too late and he knew it. Being awoken by the morning sun, Two-Brains shook his head slowly. The mental arguing between dream and reality raged for only a moment, before the scientist reopened his eyes and adjusted to the light and his surroundings. He had sunk to the floor. Lab coat on. Wrench in hand. A machine...in front of him...
Rage seized him as he gritted his teeth and jumped to his feet.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF ADELOST CHEESE!", he slammed the wrench into the gears and watched them spark and sputter in disagreement. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!", he scowled down at a reflection of himself, staring back into the in visioned eyes of Boxleitner. "YOU WILL NEVER SEPARATE US!"
In all his fury he destroyed the machine with anything he could find. Reducing it into rubble and scraps. What only made this worse was that he was close. So very, very close to finishing. With a few additions and a press of a button, Boxleitner would've been freed. Squeaky would be disintegrated, lost forever.
He stood there panting. Tired out already by his own actions. With one last grunt in frustration, he threw down a piece and huffed off to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Yes. He needed to be awake. Oh, how he hated to sleep. Course, leave to him. To his life. To his cruel and twisted fate, to make him hate something as simple as sleep. It was like hating breakfast. But he did. Every night for the last 4 months, it was the same story, with worse results. He kept getting so CLOSE! His second brain throbbed painfully and sharply in agitation. The electrical impulses scorched his skull as he pulled down the mug he wanted and began to pour in the creamer.
'If only I was an insomniac.', he thought spitefully to himself.
He never believed that dreams were something of a sign, but that's when he should've stopped this. When he had dreams of Steven coming back. When he had dreams of that accursed doctor and his history, brought back up in his face. Yes, all this time, Goody-two-brains was working up his strength to seize control once more. How crafty, too. So much mental energy had to be taken up in order for a complete take-over, let alone to remain in control for the day. It was energy that Two-Brains could quickly replace by feeding off the mouse in return for some cheese. Boxleitner had no such fuel at his disposal.
When Two-Brains and Squeaky slept at night, however, their consciousness remained low. It took less energy for Steven to stir. He practiced on dreams. Dreams he controlled. Too much and Two-Brains woke up like he was having a nightmare. With enough practice over the month, Steven moved onto something more. He did simple things like sit. Stand. Walk. Get a snack. Lay down and practice breathing to keep asleep. With left over equipment at his disposal and enough work at it, Steven had tried again and again to separate the two. And each time he was getting better.
If there was one thing even Squeaky couldn't do, it was to erase memory. He only blocked off Steven's personal memory from Two-Brains, but Steven remembered perfectly. So he got faster as he worked, already knowing where to put what as he pieced it out one night at a time. If Two-Brains couldn't figure out a way to keep Steven in for the whole night, he just might become nonexistent. But he couldn't strap himself in or lock him in. Steven was smart and knew how to use his overgrown, sharp, mouse teeth to gnaw his way free. It slowed him plenty but practice enough would get him the hang of that too.
For now, as he sipped his coffee and ate his morning bagel with cream cheese, he would put it to rest and focus on the day's haul in of cheese.
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