The Brain was the smartest person in the world. He had the highest intellect, knew everything about everything, and anything about anything. He lived in a cage in Acme Labs. Alone. Perfectly fine. Every day the scientists would give the mouse tests and tasks to complete, and with his intellect he could do most of them with his eyes closed. He always got straight A's, doing absolutely everything in his power to stay the smartest. Besides, he was known to the scientists as 'Little mouse perfect' and he needed to keep it that way.
Brain couldn't falter, he couldn't miss a beat, miss a step, miss a calculation, he couldn't do anything wrong. He had to be perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Brain exhaled deeply. Breathe, you're okay. Just recite the periodic table… Just keep reciting it. As he recited the periodic table in his head, he kept a straight face, looking at the green bars of the cage, staying focused on the colour they were. "Little mouse perfect." Brain muttered. Reminding himself that he had to stay the perfect mouse, the perfect mouse with intellect.
Straight fur.
Straight A's.
Straight mouse.
Little mouse perfect.
That's Brain.
A few months later.
About six months later, the scientists wanted to do a social experiment. Brain for six months hadn't made any contact with any other mice, the scientists wanted to see how he will react when they deposit another mouse into the cage.
The mouse they deposited into the cage, was a tall, slender mouse. He had bright blue eyes, the colour of the ocean. The two of them staring at each other for a long while. Brain though, was staring in a different way. Did he-oh no! He found him-dare he say, pretty! This was absurd! Brain wasn't supposed to find a male mouse attractive! That would be absurd for Little mouse perfect! Brain looked away immediately, covering his crimson coloured face. He had to stay focused. "Uh?" The mouse opposite him asked. Oh my God! Even his accent was enchanting! Stop-no, stop this at once!
You.
Are.
NOT.
Attracted.
You.
Are.
NOT.
Attracted.
You.
Are.
NOT.
Attracted.
You were most certainly not attracted!
Nope nope nope! Totally not!
So why the hell were you staring at him again?! Brain slapped himself. "You. Are. NOT. Attracted." Brain told himself. He was not attracted.
You.
Are.
NOT.
Attracted.
Brain ran away. Leaving the other mouse confused. "Um. Are you okay? "The other mouse called out from the other side of the cage. Brain didn't answer. He couldn't. He mustn't. Otherwise his intellect would slip! His straight A's would disappear! And the scientists wouldn't believe he was smart anymore. Brain had to stay away. Well away. And he hated it! Every single second he wasn't looking at the mouse, who had learnt his name was pinky. Oh my! Even his name was attractive!
You.
Are.
NOT.
Attracted.
You.
Are.
NOT.
Attracted.
You.
Are.
NOT.
Attracted.
Brain was on the other side of the cage, reciting the periodic table. He couldn't be attracted to this mouse! He was a male! If he was a female, it would be fine! He would allow himself to feel these feelings if he was a female! But he wasn't! "AHH!" Brain screamed, unaware that he had screamed it out loud. Pinky ran over, tripping over his own feet and tumbling straight into Brain.
You
Are
NOT
Attracted
You
Are
NOT
Attracted
"Uh Brain? Are you okay? You were screaming and I got worried! Narf!" Pinky says frantically. Nope nope nope! You are not going to console him! You were not attracted to him, remember?
Go go go go go go go!
Brain ran away, to the other side of the cage.
And breathe...
What the hell are you doing? You're not supposed to be attracted to him! He's male, your male! This isn't supposed to be allowed! Brain walks further away, leaving the other mouse in the cage confused. Brain walks up and down the Acme Lab hallways, pondering.
" why do I find him so, attractive? He is male! I am male! Why, just why! I can't! I mustn't! I-I can't live like this… I need to be with him… I need to! "He screamed. Running back to his cage where his cagemate was. Ah. That's better.
A few years later.
A few years has passed since the beginning of the social studies test. The scientists didn't exactly say when pinky was going to be removed. But honestly? Brain didn't want that. They'd been scheming together for years now, scheming to try and take over the world ultimately failing every time. But that gave Brain time to forget about his feelings for the other mouse. But kind of not forget them, as they were growing stronger the more time he spent with him.
You.
Are.
NOT.
Attracted.
Brain has to tell himself that hourly so he doesn't go off daydreaming about his associate. It didn't help matters when they had grown a lot closer, getting each other Christmas gifts, patching each other up, and the warmthness each of them felt when their hands or various other body parts touched the other's. It didn't help that the megalomaniac relied on his company 24/7, 365 days a year, it just made everything worse! Not to mention pinky sold his fricking soul to the devil! The devil! And The Brain promising food pellets. All those things didn't help his case, they only made him more attracted, much more.
Pinky was still the same. Bubbly, annoying, adorable, idiotic. Words Brain couldn't say without blushing crimsonly red. Feelings are just— "UGH!" Brain screamed out loud. This time not caring if he did or not, pinky would just presume he was frustrated with the plans and not him.
But he still walks over anyway. He still asks you if you're okay. And you can't respond because your fall even deeper in love with him. Little mouse perfect can't do that. No matter how much you desperately want to. Brain pushes pinky away. It kills him.
"Okay." He says, walking away.
Brain felt guilty for doing that, but he had no choice. He can't, and won't, no matter how much it's killing him. He wants to see those eyes shine, that laugh erupt out of his body and onto his fur, which had become all matted and in knots ever since pinky arrived. I mean, once, Brain was too busy staring at him to notice that he'd put an electrical wire on his head making his hair go all frizzy and electrocuted like. How embarrassing!
Brain had to distract himself. He had to. There was no way he could live like this any longer! He needed to get out of here. But then he thought about it. Thought about pinky. Thought about how the mentally challenged the mouse would cope without him. He wouldn't cope without him. He has mental capacity was too small for him to cope by himself. But he needed the area before he burst into full on tears. Brain couldn't do this, he couldn't keep doing this. "Pinky." He said, more strictly than usual. "I'm going out, why don't you, play with your toys until I come back." Brain suggested. Pinky nodded enthusiastically. " thank God. "Brain muttered to himself.
Finally alone, the smarter mouse could ponder, something his mentally challenged friend couldn't do very well. Brain had learnt some things about his friend. He learnt that there was a something called autism, he also learned that's what pinky had. Along with a developing brain problem, causing his brain to develop a lot slower. And that's what infatuated him even more! Pinky was mentally challenged, getting bullied, getting teased, and every other mouse they now came across would often tease him. And the saddest part? Pinky didn't fully understand what bullying was. He did know that bullying was bad though. Brain had to be patient with him, which most of the time, thanks to his own intellect, was not. And it hurt him that he had to be so harsh to him. He'd been too harsh to him. He needed to make it up to him.
Sighing. Brain walked back to their shared cage. To be met with pinky watching some kind of Disney movie, or at least the Warner Brothers parody of one. Brain step further into the cage, closing the door behind him in. He sat next to his friend, massaging his head as he knew he liked that. Pinky clapped his hands and his friend touching his head in the favourite spot he liked. More movies kept playing and the megalomaniac stayed there, still massaging pinky's head. Only now, pinky and himself were very very close, pretty much on each other's lap. Brain didn't care though. Pinky stimming was the most beautiful thing in the world. Brain kept edging closer, pulling his friend closer to him.
What the hell were you doing? What the actual hell what are you doing? No no no no no no no! Little mouse perfect wasn't supposed to do this! Brain stopped, staring right at pinky. And he learnt in closer. Brain actually did it. The idiot actually did it! He actually was kissing Pinky, and relishing every second of it. Brain held the mouse close, who started to cry because there was a scary part of the film that his mind was still focusing on playing. Brain pulled away, cupping his cheeks, wiping away the tears. "It's alright dear, The movie isn't going to hurt you… We can skip it if you like. " pinky shook his head.
"That's not why I'm crying.." Pinky sniffed.
Brain stroked him. "Why are you crying then, my dear?" Brain asked playing with pinky's hair on the top of his head, which the mouse know he liked, as it relieves stress for him.
"Why do you run away every time I'm near you? Why do I make you upset? Why do I make you leave the cage? "Pinky was on the verge of a meltdown. Brain could tell this because his hands were flapping constantly, he was clearly agitated and there were tears in his eyes. Brain pulled him close, pinky's head resting on his shoulder, as he traces calming patterns into his White fur shushing him.
"Shhh, shhhh, it's alright my dear, it's alright… I'm sorry… I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for running away." Brain said, his voice breaking with unshed tears. Pulling pinky closer, he lay his own head on his shoulder, letting the quiet sobs out that he's been holding since the day they met. Brain eventually stopped crying, but pinky was still crying, and it broke him. Brain robbed his back, humming softly as his partner slowly calmed down.
Hours later, pinky finally settled in bed, With a fidget toy in his paws and another Disney movie playing. Brain could finally think. Brain could finally think about what he'd just done. Of all the things in the world, why? Why did he do that? You broke all the rules, Brain! You broke them. For once. Brain didn't want to care. But he had to. He had a planet to rule over, and thinking about pinky wouldn't make the plan any easier to do. So, Brain exhaled.
Rewind, induce amnesia.
Deny the truth, that's easier.
You're just confused, believe him.
When he says there's nothing there.
It's never worth it.
Brain felt tears streaming down his cheeks.
"when you're Little mouse perfect..."