A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back! I know, I know, I haven't updated "The Chronicles of Deep Voice" but I don't know if I want to continue that yet because I've got a Rhonda/Curly fic that's been driving me MAD. Lol but for now, a fic about my favorite character, Brainy! It's a slight parody of Meet the Robinsons but not exactly. Enjoy!

I do not own HEY ARNOLD!

BRAINY'S POV

I don't understand what happened. It was something neither of us expected. I looked out the nearby window gazing over the wire gate that surrounded P.S. 118.

'It doesn't make sense. Why would it, how could it be blank?' My eyebrows furrowed as I turned my head slightly to glance over at the most fashionable and popular girl in our grade, Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. Miss Lloyd had been keen on making sure every single one of our fourth grade classmates took her Marriage Predictor Test. It looked like just a plain piece of folded paper to me, but everyone believed it was really predicting their futures. I suppose I kind of jumped at the chance when I found out that Helga hadn't taken it yet. As Mr. Simmons began his 'special' report on this week's announcements, I began to think back to the event that fed my undying frustration.

**FLASHBACK**

I was standing at the end of the line leading to the water fountain after recovering from a strong bash to the nose from my monobrowed angel, Helga G. Pataki. She had been going off in one of her poetic and deep monologues about her feelings for Arnold and her hate for Lila behind one of the school's dumpsters. I still felt a slight pang in my heart after hearing how she felt she wasn't pretty. I don't care what her, or anybody else thinks. There is no one on the planet that is more beautiful than my darling Helga. Honestly, I was afraid he had caught her this time. I couldn't stand to see him hurt her, or worse, love her. But he was dense as ever. Anyways, as I rubbed the bridge of my nose to relieve some of the pain that was still present, I cringed at a certain sing-song voice calling for me. Rhonda stood behind me with a smirk plastered across her face. Ever since Rhonda had stood up for us 'geeks', she and I had become friends. I'm not sure if it's because she could be more real around us, or if it was for the fact that I kept Curly from sneaking into her house all the time.

"Briiiiaaan!" Her grin grew. She knows I hate it when people call me by my first name. My mother calls me that, and I'm pretty sure she crawled out from hell to ruin my life.

"You know I'm not going to comply to you if you call me that, Rhonda."

She rolled her eyes, sighing, "I don't see why, it's a good name, much more appealing that Brainy." I just stared at her so she would get to the point.

"Well anyways, Brainy, you just have to take my Marriage Predictor Test! Everyone in our class has done it except Curly, Harold, Helga, Gerald, Lila, Arnold, and I, but I'm sure I know who I'm going to end up with." She smiled as she glanced behind her at Harold, whose obnoxious laughter filled the hall as he headed towards our classroom with Sid and Stinky. She looked back at me and I cocked an eyebrow. 'Why would anybody want to date Harold?' I thought deeply.

"You're not going to get me to take that stupid test, if that's what you want to even call it." I smirked and crossed my arm, "And never call me Brian, you know I hate that." I looked down the hall and my breathing began to falter. It became clouded and irregular. I watched as Helga made her way down the hallway, blonde pigtails bouncing with every stomp as she scowled, terrifying those nearby. She glanced over near the water fountain before going inside, a slight blush apparent on her cheeks. Then I noticed Arnold at the front getting a drink as Gerald talked next to him.

"It could be Heeelgaaa." I cringed on the inside. 'Someone strike this woman down!'

I blushed and pushed my glassed back to the top of my nose, "Fine, I'll take the bloody test." 'Damn you, Lloyd…'

"Great!" She grinned evilly, "What's your favorite number?"

I sighed heavily, "Four." She quickly flipped through the tabs, counting to herself.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Orange." 'Obviously…'

"And lastly, what day were you born?"

"August 3rd."

After flipping through the flaps, she finally lifted up a tab. I waited anxiously, silently praying to God that I would get my beloved Helga. I began to worry as her face twisted in confusion.

"Well, what does it say?"

"Nothing." She answered, looking at me confused.

"Rhonda, quit teasing, what does it really say?"

"I'm not teasing, Brainy!" She flipped it over for me to see, "It really says nothing! I guess I made it wrong or something. Try again."

I tried 12 times. All blank. I tried switching numbers and colors I liked, but it always came back to that blank tab.

"I'm so sorry, Brainy. I guess not all of us get to get married when we grow up…" She put little cootie catcher back into her pocket and turned to take a drink when she was finished. I followed soon after taking my drink and followed her.

"Just what are you suggesting at, Lloyd?"

She sighed before looking at me, a hint of pity in her eyes, "Brainy, I'm sorry but I just don't think there's anyone here for you…"

"But Helga-!"

"Brainy, you didn't get Helga. It came out blank, and the test never fails. There's no one here for you. Don't feel down though, I'm sure you'll grow up successful or something." She gave me a smile before turning on her 'popular girl' façade and walked into the classroom. I followed suite, slouching a bit and putting on my best poker face before walking inside.

**FLASHBACK ENDS**

I sighed and looked towards Helga, who had just fired another spitball into Arnold's unruly hair. He turned around and glared, and she responded with an innocent yet aggravated 'What?' He rolled his eyes before turning back around and giving his attention back to Mr. Simmons. I frowned at the two. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore Helga and Arnold's always been a good friend, but it's simply torture. 'Can Rhonda's Marriage Predictor be right? Am I really going to end up alone?'

I sighed and turned my attention back to the window. This time, something caught my eye. Well, more like three little somethings. Three children, possibly around our age were running away from P.S. 118 which I have never seen before. There was one girl, who had thick, long, black hair with yellow ribbons tied on each side. She wore a floral yellow dress over a white t-shirt and wore white gloves and cowboy boots. In front of her was a slightly tanned boy with greenish-blonde hair and glasses. He was dressed in a white dress shirt, a bow tie, a sweater vest, and khaki pants that slightly hid his red converse. But the one that really caught my attention was the one following them. A brunette boy with unruly hair and a tiny blue hat wearing a red top, blue jeans, and red sneaker.

And a football shaped head.

A/N: Haha! Tada! Hope you're liking it! I'll try to update this one sooner than most once I get all my late work from school in, been sick for multiple weeks! I'll draw out the mystery kids soon if you guys would like! More to come soon!

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Love, KireiTsuki!