Chapter Five


Trigger Warnings For This Chapter: Cursing, Mental Illness Traits, Hallucinations, Angry Outbursts, Self-Gratification, and Sexual Fantasy.


"What!?" Brain slammed both of his fists onto the woman's desk. "What am I supposed to do then?! Who do I go to!?"

Brain's social worker didn't move an inch, being used to her client's outbursts. "I'm sorry, Mr. Brain. The funding for this place has dried up." She had known it was happening, but even she didn't predict just how quickly she was going to be searching for another job. "As for who to go to, the only place that'd be able to sign off on those prescriptions would be- "

"-NO!" If this woman really thought Brain would voluntarily admit himself back into the town's subpar mental asylum, she was dead wrong. He'd been there once before after experiencing an episode of grandeur. He had convinced himself that he had already succeeded in ruling the world and was running around like a lunatic. After the episode, he admitted himself freely. That's when he had found out he had bipolar depression. And anxiety. It's also when he found out how poorly the mentally ill were treated in that facility.

Debby sighed. "I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do for you." She really was sorry.

Brain stepped back from the desk, holding the sides of his head. "B-but, I need that medicine! Without it, I-I'll become insane!" He hated remembering the period of manic behavior he was once filled with. It was embarrassing and scary to know that he could act so unlike himself.

Debby arched a brow. "I was under the assumption that the medicine wasn't doing enough for you based on our last visit."

Brain threw his hands in the air and paced around in an attempt to rid himself of some of his angry energy. "I only inquired about one of the medicines! The others were doing fine! Did you ever even listen when I talked to you?!"

The social worker defeatedly slapped her hands onto her lap. "Well, that's all I called you down here to say. I can't do anything. I'm sorry, ." She looked at the shorter man in hopes that he'd accept the finality of her words and leave. She had around ten more clients to disappoint.

"Fine." Brain pushed out of the office and down the hall. When he reached the staircase he needed to climb, he saw a man walking down. Debby's office was the only office down this way. Brain passed the man and shouted at him as they moved in opposite directions. "Good luck! It's nothing but bad news in there!"

Brain stormed out and angrily walked deeper into downtown. When he had gotten the call on a Friday afternoon about needing to come down, he assumed it wasn't positive information. He didn't expect that, though.

Brain stuck a thumb out for a taxi and ground his teeth. He was livid. At the social worker, at this town, then, of course, there was Snowball and the fact that he only had a week's worth of medication left. Sunday was going to be the day! It had to be!

When he got home, he slammed his door and headed for the kitchen. He was home later than usual because of the unintended visit with the social worker, but it was a Friday, so it wasn't too big of an issue. His show started later on Fridays.

He microwaved dinner and sat on the couch. He didn't feel quite as comfortable as he usually did and noticed that he had forgotten to take off his coat, shoes, and belt. He shrugged, kicked off the shoes, and put his feet on the table. "Come on, Murphy. Take my mind off today." If Murphy didn't take his mind off today, he'd just go read Pinky's letter over and over until he fell asleep.

The TV lit up as the intro to "The Murphy Show" played. After the band had settled, Murphy went straight into what he had planned for that night. "Hello, folks! It's good to see you all!" Then he pointed to the camera. "And thank you to those who are tuning in at home!" Facing the live audience again, he continued on. There was talk about the multitude of businesses with cut funding, the city's supposed 'super rats,' and recent crime.

Brain set his plate of food down and paid close attention. He wanted to know which areas to avoid this weekend.

"The other night, there was another reported stabbing. And get this. At the mid-city park! Raise of hands of who takes their kids there!"

Several hands went up in the live audience as a murmur flew through. Murphy went on. "It's horrible, isn't it? Some crazy lady with a vengeance for an ex-boyfriend. Ridiculous. They arrested her at the scene, and we can only pray they put her up in the looney bin."

Brain felt uncomfortable hearing his favorite talk-show host refer to the mental asylum as the 'looney bin' but shook off the feeling. The offensive remark was most likely fueled by the idiocy of the lady who had stabbed someone at a park.

On the screen, Murphy shook his head. "That's not all. At the grocery store on St. Claire, a group of thugs with tattoos stole all the alcohol in the facility! They're still on the loose, too. So, be careful, everyone. They had snake tattoos and stupid little biker vests. If you see anyone or any group that fits that description, keep your distance and report it to police."

Brian took note of the descriptions of the men and made a decision to avoid the area by the grocery store.

Murphy adjusted his jacket and smiled. "You know, I know a man who has plans to help this city. We talked about him the other night, but I met him in person yesterday. The guy was walking around the city, taking note of its issues. Snowball. When he saw me yesterday, he greeted me-"

Brain turned the TV off with a twitchy eyebrow. That was enough for tonight. He put his plate in the sink and noticed some flashing lights outside his window. He peeked over, assuming it was the police arresting a petty drug offender, but it was far worse than that. Across the street, someone had put up a neon, flashing sign advertising Snowball to become mayor.

Brain viciously closed his blinds and stomped into his living room. "Ugh! That stupid Snowball!" He walked back and forth, holding himself as he tried to calm down. The day was just too much to handle. He had hoped Murphy would avoid the topic of elections today, but he didn't.

….

"Aa-a-a. Remember, Brain, it's sir now."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Brain. There's nothing I can do."

Brain tried counting down from ten. "Ten, nine, eight,.."

A memory from work today flashed in his head. Snowball had pointed out a mistake Brain had made, but Brain knew he had made no such mistake.

"…. S-seven, six, five,..."

"You know, I know a man who plans to help this city…."

"Four, three…"

Brain glanced over at his pill bottles, which only had a week's worth left in them.

….

*Bang!*

The room grew eerily quiet. Brain was leaning on the back of his loveseat, panting. He looked at his television, which now had a shattered screen and a single trail of smoke coming from it. He lifted his free hand and observed that his gun also had a single trial of smoke coming from it.

Shame quickly flooded through him. What the blazes is wrong with me?! He unloaded his gun quickly and kicked it across the floor. He didn't trust himself with it at the moment.

Brain walked over to the TV and looked behind it. He checked the wall and was relieved to see no hole. Good. At least I don't need to worry about if I shot through into someone else's place. He was going to need a new TV, though. Brain groaned. That was gonna take a lot of saving.

Brain put away his coat and then picked up his gun and bullets. He put them on the coffee table for now and went to fetch his broom and dustpan.

The glass from the TV was disposed of properly, and Brain sighed. He went into his bedroom, snuggled up onto his pillow, and reached for Pinky's letter. (He also sent out a quick prayer that his neighbors didn't report the noise he made.)

This Pinky fellow, he was the only good thing Brain knew at that moment. He felt silly at how obsessed he'd become at the thought of the pink-haired man, but he almost couldn't help it. Brain was prepared for Sunday, but he was also excited for tomorrow. At five o clock, he'd get to see those eyes again. And that smile. Brain hoped that tomorrow went well. He also hoped that when he ruled the world, Pinky would still like him.

Mmmm. Pinky.

Brain set the letter down and slipped a hand into the front of his pants. He massaged the lump that had formed in his briefs. ~ "Piinky." ~ Brain closed his eyes, and the image of the taller man's abs surfaced. God, he wished he could touch them again.

The lump in his briefs became unbearably tight, and Brain slipped them off, fully erect. He wrapped his hand around his length and started pumping slowly.

"Mmmm." It had been a moment since Brain had the urge to touch himself like this, and it felt wonderful.

His pace around his length quickened ever so slightly. He remembered Pinky's bubblegum breath. I wonder if he TASTES like bubblegum. His lips certainly looked as soft as bubblegum. As Brain imagined what kissing Pinky would be like, his free hand clutched desperately to the bedsheets.

God, those blue eyes of his. Brain imagined Pinky on top of him without his shirt, looking directly at Brain. "G-gaaah!" His pace quickened, and his breathing became loud.

Pinky. Pinky. Pinky.

He pictured Pinky lowering down and taking Brains hand to his stomach. The imaginary Pinky brushed Brain's fingers over his abs. Then suddenly, Brain imagined himself sitting on the edge of his bed, looking down at Pinky, who was on his knees. Dream Pinky carefully grabbed the imaginary POV Brain's member and lowered his head. He smirked at Brain before taking all of Brain into his mouth.

"Fuck! Nnnggh! Oh-yes! Yeees! Pinky!" Brain's hand was moving fast as pre-cum trickled down the sides of it.

The pretend scene changed again. This time imaginary Brain was looking down at Pinky as he pumped into the taller man. Pinky's face was flush, and his eyes were glazed. The pink-haired man's hands weren't visible because Brain imagined they were tied behind Pinky's back. Dream Pinky was helpless against the waves of pleasure Brain imagined he was giving Pinky. His cockney accent was loud and needy as he begged Brain to fuck him. Then imaginary Pinky screamed Brain's name as he came on his own stomach. It didn't stop either; it just kept on coming and coming, all while Pinky screamed Brain's name in bloody murder.

"Oh my GOD! Pinky! Say my name! You're mine! Fuck! Yes, yes, yes…. OH YEEEEEESSSSS!

Brain came hard, and he twitched helplessly as the pleasure erupted in waves.

..

The pleasure eventually died down, and all that was left was an exhausted, content Brain. Lord, I needed that. All the anger for the day dissipated, and Brain felt his body relax. He looked at his shirt, which was absolutely drenched. He had a lot of… build-up. Years of not feeling the need to touch yourself did that.

Brain looked back to the letter, feeling a little ashamed, but he got over it quickly. It's not like Pinky could possibly know that Brain just got done getting his rocks off to him.

He sighed. Tomorrow at five, he'd get to see him again. Part of Brain was worried that Pinky's kindness may have leaked out of him over the week. He shook the thought away quickly. No. Pinky was still going to be a wonderful person. He had to be.

Brain smiled at the thought of buying Pinky's drinks. He was careful with his funds this week, so he would be able to buy himself and Pinky three drinks each. He hoped it would be enough to impress. Not that he needed to impress him… he just wanted to.

Brain took off his shirt and threw it in the corner. He'd get it cleaned later. He tugged the blanket over him and hunkered down into his mattress. If Pinky wasn't impressed by the drinks, hopefully, he'd be impressed when Brain took over the world.

Brain allowed his eyes to shut and let the chill of night comfort him.

Then he shot up straight in his bed.

"Wait! The bar by fifth street!?" That bar was awfully close to where those snake tattoo people were spotted. It was also not too far from the park… it was literally the worst place they could meet up!

Brain fell out of bed trying to remove his blanket and dashed for the phone. What if Pinky heads that way and gets attacked!? Brain picked up the phone and became nervous. Come on! I wasn't nervous the first time I called him! Ugh!

Brain steadied his breathing. He was nervous because it was late, and there was no way Pinky would be there. If anyone was there, it'd be a tired and grumpy boss or manager.

Feeling defeated, Brain headed back for his bed. He'd maybe try calling in the morning.

*rrriiing!*

Brain was back by his phone in a heartbeat. Was it Pinky!? He frowned. No. It couldn't be. No sane person would call at this hour. He let it ring until it stopped. He headed off once more. Scammers, no doubt.

*rriiiiing!"

Brain froze. Determined scammers.

He stopped where he was until the ringing stopped. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Getting calls late at night in a residential setting was a little unsettling.

*rriiing!*

*riiingg!*

*riiingg!*

Brain slowly turned around and headed back for the phone. He gulped. It didn't seem like he had a choice but to answer. Whoever it was seemed determined. He picked up the receiver and inquired with a shaky breath, "H-hello?"

"Brain? Are you okay? You sound small."

Pinky?! Brain's body untensed. "Pinky! Sorry, I was just spooked. Getting a call this late is a bit uncomfortable. But! I'm glad it's you!"

"Oh. Sorry, Brain. What time is it?… I'm not near a clock."

"It's a little after midnight. And don't worry about it. I was actually about to call you, but I figured you wouldn't be at work. Are you still at work? That's a late shift." Brain couldn't imagine that anyone would need a clown at this hour.

"Oh, no. I'm calling from a rather pretty phone booth." It was nice and shiny. Pinky liked shiny things.

Brain eyebrows raised. "Why are you outside? Can't you call from inside your house?"

"Umm… I was on a walk. Zort! Anyways, I wanted to call to ask if you wanted to meet up somewhere and head to the bar together! Lots of scary stuff's been happening around town. It'd probably be safer."

Brain leaned against the wall. "That was actually what I was going to ask you, Pinky. Guess you were pondering what I was pondering, huh?"

"What's pondering? Does it have to do with little fish?"

Brain rolled his eyes. "No. Anyways, where was it you wanted to meet? And when?"

"How about at the train station downtown at four? The one we got on before we got to your place? Pinky blushed at the memory.

"That works fine."

Pinky giggled into the phone. "Oh, Brain."

"What?"

"I can hear you smile through the phone."

They talked for a few more minutes about unimportant things before Pinky cleared his throat. "I should, uh, get goin'."

Brain frowned but agreed. They both needed to get some sleep. "Alright, Pinky. Then I'll see you tomorrow. At four."

They exchanged goodbyes, and Brain hung up. He hated how much the simple phone call from Pinky affected him. He was flush and light-headed. But he also loved it.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Pinky exited the phone booth with a smile. Tomorrow at four, they'd be together again. Pinky looked up at the weird lady he had seen at Brain's house. "Isn't Brain just wonderful?" He decided that he might as well make nice with the lady only he could see. She couldn't make him uncomfortable if he just accepted her.

The woman didn't speak as she walked along with Pinky. Pinky frowned. Even with the weird lady, he was lonely.

He reminded himself that he wouldn't be lonely tomorrow. He'd be with Brain, and Brain would talk back to him.

Brain will hate you. The more he learns about you, the more he'll hate you.

Pinky stopped walking. The weird lady disappeared, leaving Pinky behind. "Who said that?!" He looked around, but no one was there. He stared at his feet in deep thought. Suddenly it hit him. No one said it. It was one of those things only he could hear.

Pinky clung to himself, heading for his beloved bridge. Normally, the things only he heard were a little vaguer. And they were usually a lot quieter. This one sounded like a raised voice right in his ears. Now he felt silly for running the other day.

Brain will hate you. The more he learns about you, the more he'll hate you.

The voice spoke up again, and Pinky swallowed. He hoped this voice was wrong. Brain hadn't done or said anything that indicated he would be hateful towards Pinky, but that voice was oddly.. persuasive. It was like it knew Pinky's deepest and darkest fears.