The first one XD
Brain clearly believes in magic; he's wielded a wand before
But I just liked it. It's what fit the prompt for me
031) Magic (108)
Brain was too level-headed to believe in things like magic. Certain things, however, occasionally caused him to doubt his own conviction. Because surely there could be no better explanation to the way a look made his stomach fill with butterflies, the way a soft touch sent his heart hammering, the way a kiss made his mind disappear.
It was all too easy to imagine Pinky with a wizard hat and a magic wand, whispering spells in the night that would tie Brain to him. Why else would he stay with someone so foolhardy?
But the megalomaniac didn't believe in magic. The only other answer, then, was love. Drat.
032) Sacrifice (222)
The world was his! He knew it! He could feel it in every fiber of his being, confirm it with every turn of a small wheel that was continually filling a chamber with water. Eyes gleaming with triumph, Brain threw a hand high into the air and clicked a button on his walkie-talkie. "Pinky, we've done it! Just two more turns and the world is ours!"
"Okay, Brain," came the answer a few moments later, and Brain's triumph faded at the little splashes he heard in the background. "It'll be a few minutes. Zort." More splashes, panting. "The wheely thingy's really far down and I have to hold my breath a long time to get there."
Brain practically dove for the set of blueprints he'd found (read: stolen), scanning them and the space in which Pinky was located. Two more turns of the wheel would fill that chamber and he needed it to remain full for at least twenty minutes. Even Pinky and his dumb luck couldn't sustain twenty minutes deprived of oxygen.
So the world could be his for a small sacrifice...?
Heart thumping, Brain hit the button on his walkie-talkie harder than he needed to and abandoned the blueprints while he ran down a long corridor that would lead him to his friend. "Don't you dare turn that wheel, Pinky!"
033) Melody (148)
Brain loved to sing. A failed casino plot wherein he'd inadvertently ended up with a recording contract and lost the lab in the process hadn't dampened that love. He just kept it to himself, singing quietly while he worked on his plans. Though every now and then when he thought Pinky was far enough away, he'd let himself get lost in a tune, that big band sound in his head inescapable. Then he'd take a small break from his plans and sing into his pencil, fingers snapping, hips swishing.
Those were Pinky's favorite moments. He just loved watching his chubby hubby sing. It made him awfully happy, and Brain wasn't awfully happy often enough. Some part of Pinky knew to stay away during those songs, letting them be his husband's private little moments, but that didn't stop him from enjoying... or asking for his very own concert later.
034) Obsession (206)
It was necessary. It was the ultimate goal. It was the only goal. He needed nothing, wanted nothing but this. The world. The entire globe and all of its inhabitants bowing to him, The Brain. Worshipping him as their leader, paying for their slights against him. So many months of being stepped on, kicked, broken. He looked back at his tail, kinked by human roughness. They would pay for the brokenness. They would pay; they would all pay!
But the revenge made him sick, made the plans and his mind sluggish and wrong. They strained his relationship with his cagemate. He hurt his cagemate. Oh, yes, he'd bopped the imbecile several times by that point. But those were different. Bops were like a game for the fool, often giggling afterwards and always hopping right back up to continue on his simple path.
But looking at the friend who'd only been trying to help lying far below him after a strike had sent him off the counter, Brain began to feel even sicker. He was hurting the ones he tolerated, which wasn't at all why he wanted the world. But revenge wasn't working...
He'd just have to find something that would, he decided, and the obsession continued.
035) Soul (192)
He'd sold his soul for the world once. Back around the time he and Pinky had first begin their quest to conquer the humans and their planet, it had been sold to a devilish cat. And so their lives had spun, the two of them lording over all that was for several years before old age took them. And then a loophole in the contract returned them their souls and took their memories.
Yet there were glimpses of this stolen life Brain could sometimes feel, flickers of deja vu as he created a new law and suddenly knew a change in it would be needed for maximum effectiveness. As if he'd passed it once already to disastrous results. They were odd, these flickers that danced in his mind, just out of reach.
But as he held his husband close on a small bench, watching their grandchildren play in the garden, a flicker of loneliness felt so keenly in that previous existence surfaced. At once, The Brain was grateful for the loophole, and grateful that he'd taken the route he'd ended up taking. This life had family, something the previous had sorely lacked.
Next time:
Desire, Burning, Blame, Protect, Destruction