Chapter Twelve


Trigger Warnings For This Chapter: Cursing, Mental Illness Traits, Hallucinations, Blood, Violence, Self-Gratification, and Sexual Content.


Pinky wobbled as he steadied himself. Come on, come on. He was upside down on both his hands. A single drop of sweat hit the floor while Pinky concentrated with his tongue sticking out.

"Okay, now!" He lifted one of his hands up and out to the side. He wobbled some more before he was able to stay still. "I did it! I'm doing a one-handed handstand!" Clown

*riiiinggg*

"Oof!" Pinky fell onto his face, but he quickly popped back up and rushed to the phone. He picked up the receiver, leaned against the wall, and twiddled with the phone cable. "Hellooooo…"

"Yes, is this Pinky Wigerman?"

"Yes! It's me!" Pinky's heart rate went up.

"Hi, I'm with the Murphy show. We wanted to you know that we have an opening for your act."

Yes! "Really?! That's amazing!"

"Well, we certainly won't turn down a free act. The public does need some lightheadedness after so much tragedy. Murphy wants to know if Friday at six is a good time for you to come down."

Pinky suppressed a squeal of delight. Step two was a success! "That's a beautiful time… miss?…."

"Laura. And wonderful, sir. We'll see you then. Just enter through the side door, number 116."

Pinky hung up the phone and pumped a hand in the air. This was gonna work! It had to! The other day, he had made a call to the station that hosted The Murphy Show and offered a free professional comedy act. Today they called back!

Pinky slid into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed chest first with a smile. His ribs had stopped hurting so much, and it was terrific to just move how he wanted with ease again! He grabbed a notebook from under the pillow and clicked a pen.

Pinky giggled to himself. Step three was gonna be a fun step. He needed to create some material. His idea was to start his segment with a genuine act before reaching out to the people about setting Brain free. If people knew how wonderful Brain really was, maybe they'd help set him free?

Pinky hummed as he twirled the pen in his fingers. What were the other jokes from that free show? Pinky planned on reciting the ambulance joke and the refrigerator one as well. However, there were a few other jokes that he was struggling to remember.

"Hmm… one started off with a knock-knock and then an orange with a banana…". Knock knock."Who's there?" Banana. "Banana who?" An orange banana. Pinky beamed and wrote it down, pleased that the voice in his head was attempting to actually be helpful.

He wrote a few more things down before holding up the notebook to kiss the pages. "Mwah! Oh, this is going to be great!" Now he just needed to write down a convincing speech about the benefits of freeing his sweetheart.

After around twenty minutes of thinking, Pinky sighed. Jokes were much easier to write. He flicked the pages of the notebook with a playful finger, watching as the papers flowed. About halfway into the notebook, Pinky saw handwriting. "Oh?"

It was Brain's handwriting. Pinky stopped fiddling with the notebook and bit gently on a knuckle. What if this was a diary? Or something he wasn't supposed to see? Pinky had just assumed this was a random notebook.

Pinky glanced from left to right. It would be wrong to read it…. Read it. Read it. Pinky scratched his head. He was a curious soul, and it was hard to ignore the urge to read what was written. "I shouldn't."

Pinky shut the notebook and shoved it back under the pillow. He got up and made a decision to move to the kitchen. He just needed to distract his urge with a good lunch.

He exited the room and shut the door.

Not even a second later, he reentered the bedroom and launched onto the bed. He grabbed the notebook and flipped quickly to the page with Brain's writing on it.

He skimmed through the lines and frowned. "Darn it! These words are too hard!" He pouted but kept looking. Finally, he found something he could read. "Finally." Pinky cleared his throat. ".. hm, hm, hm… never before… smiled so much…." Pinky blushed. ..."Pinky's smile keeps me going…."

He set the notebook down and put a hand over his heart. He flopped onto his back and smiled. "I love you, Brain." Then he sat up straight. He suddenly knew exactly what to write for the speech.

Once the speech was finished, Pinky went to find something to eat. He found cereal but no milk. Pinky shrugged and used water. It didn't taste bad, either.

After his 'meal,' Pinky washed up the dishes he used and tidied the counter. Empty. "You said it." The apartment wasn't the same without Brain. It felt nearly as cold as it did under the bridge. He took a deep breath in and let it out. Tomorrow, he'd go out and test his comedic material out. Then all there was left to do was wait for Friday.

Pinky faced away and slumped against the counter. "Gosh, I miss Brain. Troz!" Brain. "Mmhmm." Brain. Brain, Brain, Brain.

...

Pinky unzipped his pants and slipped out of them and his boxers. He grabbed at his erection and started moving slowly. Visions of the last time they had sex popped up.

His breath hitched as he remembered the sensation of rope being tied around his ankles and wrists. Then the gag on his mouth. Just completely helpless.

"Mmmmmm." Pinky whined and slouched down further.

Brain had teased him first before they really got started. While Pinky had been bound up, Brain had brought in a chair and sat down, staring at Pinky with a smirk as he touched himself.

Pinky threw his head back at the incredibly erotic memory. "Nnnnnnn… aaaaaaah~…. B-Brain…"

When Brain had finished teasing him, he walked over and undid Pinky's then-soaked gag. And then he had shoved his length down into Pinky's throat. Brain's moans and needy grunts echoed in his mind.

Pinky gasped and increased the speed of his hand. "G-ggaah.

Mmmmmmmm! Brain, Brain, Braaain…"

At some point, Brain had stopped pumping in Pinky's mouth and removed himself. Pinky had been a little upset… until Brain sat him up against the headrest and began sucking Pinky off.

"Oooh. Fuck. Ooooooh, Fuck." His hand moved faster.

Pinky had been helpless as Brain's lips and tongue moved along his shaft. He had been squirming and trembling and shaking, unable to hold on to anything as Brain brought him closer and closer.

"Gah! Oh, my God, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." His hand moved even faster.

Then, Brain looked Pinky in his eyes as he purred his request. He wouldn't let Pinky cum until Pinky said his name.

"Brain! Braaaiiiiin! B-Braiiin!" Pinky's hand was moving quicker and quicker until…."FUUUUUCCCK! Brraaain! YES! Braaaaaiiiiin!"

Pinky came hard onto his stomach and chest, and some spilled onto the kitchen floor. He slid down until he was sitting, panting as he caught his breath.

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Pinky tilted his head, checking every angle to make sure his makeup had been applied correctly. Well… it wasn't exactly makeup. He had cracked into the colored pencils and melted them down.

Clown. Pinky nodded his head firmly. "Indeed. Narf!" He had painted his face to look like a clown, like he had when he was working as one. It just felt right, especially if he was going to be telling jokes. A normal person telling jokes was funny enough; A clown telling them was the icing on the cake.

He left the bathroom, but not before smiling. Even though Brain couldn't see him, Pinky hoped his smiles would still keep Brain going. He probably needed them now more than ever.

Pinky grabbed the notebook where his jokes were written down and headed for the door. He waved to the empty living room. "Don't worry, home. I'll be back!" He exited the apartment and locked it with his key. He smiled at the key before he repocketed it. Brain had one made for him with a yellow smiley face.

He kept it together, trying not to skip all the way downtown. He was just so excited to see how his jokes would be received.

Pinky ignored the insults and curses of strangers he passed as he headed for an empty lot. It was perfect!

There was a chain fence by the lot where he taped up a piece of paper advertising his free joke-telling. Once taped, he went and stood in the lot, waiting for anyone to stop by.

Almost an hour passed before someone noticed the sign and headed towards Pinky. The woman put her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow.

Pinky gasped. Finally! Pinky was about to introduce himself, but another person approached, and then another. Soon there was a crowd of around twelve people, all staring at Pinky.

Pinky beamed. When he was certain no one else was going to come by, he cleared his throat. "Narf! Hello, everyone! My name's Pinky! Narf!"

There was a chuckle from the crowd. Pinky felt a surge of confidence. He hadn't even said a joke yet, and people were already laughing!

Pinky started with the refrigerator joke and went down the page. People were doubling over with laughter! Clown.After reading his last joke, he bowed. "That's all I have today, folks! Thank you, thank you!"

The crowd cleared out, and Pinky was too distracted with his joy to hear someone call him a freak show.

Pinky removed the sign and headed back home. He had left the apartment pretty late, so it was already getting dark. He walked along before he saw a shortcut through an alleyway.

I'm going to do great on the Murphy Show! I'll hook 'em in and then send out my message! Brain will-…

Pinky paused. He could have sworn he heard something from behind the dumpster he had just passed. He waited to see if any more noise was going to be made. There was only silence, so Pinky shrugged and started walking again.

But then he heard another noise. Breathing. Pinky gulped and turned around. "H-hello? Poit."

A homeless man with a dirty beard and a broken bottle emerged from behind the dumpster. Pinky didn't mind that he was clearly homeless, but the broken bottle was a concern. Before Pinky could reach into his pocket, the man lunged at him.

"NO!" Pinky was startled as he hit the concrete hard. He looked up just in time to see the broken bottle coming down towards his face.

Pinky caught the man's wrists, pushing away forcefully. Just when he thought he had made some progress, the man shoved harder. Soon, the sharp glass was nearly touching Pinky's cheek.

Pinky felt tears roll down his face. He wasn't stronger than this man. Pinky could feel his arms getting tired and screamed.

He tilted his head back to see the end of the alleyway and was shocked to see people walking along. There was no way somebody couldn't notice what was happening…

Pinky screamed again, this time specifically for help. "Help! Someone, please!"

People just kept walking and time slowed down as Pinky watched the snowman walk past. He turned his head in the direction of Pinky's screaming, and they made eye contact. The snowman looked away and kept walking.

Pinky turned his attention back on his attacker when the glass made contact with his skin. It was so close to puncturing through. Why did no one help? Was he truly that unimportant to people? No, those people who laughed at my jokes liked me…. Clown.Pinky's eyes grew wide as he realized that the people were laughing at him, not his jokes. You're a joke.

Pinky screamed again. His arms were getting exhausted. He struggled and struggled without success. This man was determined. Why does this person I've never met hate me so much?! Why do these people walking past hate me?! Why does everyone hate me?! Brain doesn't hate you.

Through newfound strength, Pinky again made progress in pushing away the bottle. He saw an opportunity and kicked the man back. The bottle fell and broke into tiny pieces.

Pinky stood up. He could run and get away as he had wanted just moments ago… but he didn't want to run now. He wanted to fight.

The man grumbled and went to tackle Pinky once more. Pinky leaned forward and shoved the man up against the brick wall of a building, then kicked him behind the dumpster where no one could see. He pinned the man down, effectively switching their roles.

The dirty, bearded bastard shouted. "Get off me, you fairy boy! This is my ally!" He spat at Pinky, but most of it ended up in his beard.

'Pinky's smile keeps me going….' Pinky looked him in the eyes and smiled as he pulled out the knife he had used on his legs the other night. Poke him.

So many things flashed through Pinky's mind:

The boys who beat him and broke 's sign.

The boys on the train.

His horrible boss.

His parents.

The orphanage.

Tip.

The lady who stole his knife and lighter.

The people who gave him dirty looks at the free show.

Everyone who insulted him as they passed by.

The people who just laughed at him.

The people who ignored his pleas for help,

This guy….

...

And then Brain. Pinky laughed as he raised the knife high above his head. Brain was the only nice person in the world. The. Only. Person.

He plunged the knife into the man's neck, holding it there as blood ran out from the wound. The man squirmed and twitched… but eventually, he stopped.

Pinky removed the knife with a happy hum. He smiled down at the lifeless body and clicked his tongue. "Mm, mm, mm, well, that just won't do." The man's mouth hung into a loose frown. "How 'bout a nice smile instead?" Pinky placed half of the blade in the man's mouth and leaned it up against the right corner of it. He sliced upwards into his cheek. He did the same on the other side.

He looked at his handiwork with pride. Then he looked at the brick wall they were nearly up against. He took his knife and drew a big circle, dipping into his ink reservoir as needed. Two smaller circles on the inside and a half-circle underneath them.

We have more. Pinky placed his hands on his hips as he tried to decipher what the voice meant. "More…." He stood up with a burst of energy. There were undoubtedly more smiles to be shared. He looked down at the dirty-beard. All the angry people out there just needed a smile.

His stomach growled, and he twirled his knife before re-pocketing it. He could make more smiles tomorrow. Right now, he wanted to go home and eat. Telling jokes and making people smile was hungry work.

He used the shadows and various items as cover while he slinked back home. He stopped at the edge of a house that was part flower shop. There was a hose. He cleaned himself off before he continued on.

Once he was home, he turned on the Nightly Murphy Show and made a microwaved meal of ribs. He grabbed a towel and sat down on the loveseat, careful not to spill any food on it. After dinner, he shut off the TV. It was all boring stuff he didn't understand.

In the kitchen, he turned on the radio that Brain never used and turned the dial until a jazz song graced his ears. He tapped his foot and bobbed his head out of tempo with the music.

As the song played on, Pinky ignored the pain in his head. He'd gotten quite a headache after being knocked down in the alley.

He turned the volume up on the radio and moved into the living room as he took a deep breath in. On his exhale, the room changed into a beautiful stage. ~~

Pinky twirled up to his imagined spotlight. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed a bass solo, and when he reopened them, his Brain was right by his side.

Pinky blushed and grabbed the hand that was offered, and they spun around the room. He swooned when Brain dipped him. On the way back up, Pinky sighed happily. "Oh, Brain. Don't you worry. I'm gonna get you out. They can't keep you from me."

The imaginary Brain held him tight. "I know, Pinky." He cupped Pinky's cheek. "And you'll smile for me? I can't keep going without your smile."

Pinky beamed. "Oh, I'll smile, Brain! I'll make lots and lots of smiles!"