Ch 2: When the Dust Unsettles


Content warning I'm so sorry.

woke up in a daze, as if hit by confuse ray. A gentle breeze from the brushed through his hair cones. He was glowing.

What happened last night? He wondered. Hazy memories of and.. something absurdly green?

that couldn't have been real mime thought. He examined the blankets. At first, nothing seemed out if the ordinary. His heart beat began to can sub when suddenly, he spotted it: a single, green hair.

With the panic of a man who just realized he engaged in coitus with his wife and her viciously green and dangerously well-endowed lover, expressed panic. Memories of buttery yellow teeth, rancid breath, and greasy tendrils of hair flooded his senses. His heart was pounding. but it wasn't just pounding with fear. It was pounding withdesire.

From the kitchen rang the voice of an angel, " Money, breakfast is ready!"

And like that, returned to the present. The warm smell of tepig bacon strips beckoned him to the kitchen. He swung his wideset legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He took one step forward then fell to his knees in pain.

"EAHUHHHHHH," he screamed silently. Ms. Ketchum ran into the room.

"MIMEY WHAT'S WRONG," she squealed.

But the image in front of her explained it all. Poor mimey was face down clasping his gaping mimeussy. Grinchummies trickling down his leg.

"Oh mimey, I thought you were dying!" Ms. Ketchum explained. She helped him back into bed, "don't worry sweety you take it easy today. I'll bring you your breakfast in bed."

Moments later she returned with a plate in one hand and a mop in the other.

"I remember the first time I took the whole grinchmas yule log in my arse-icuno. Of course, we worked out way up to the whole thing. We added an inch on each day. We called it the 18 days of Grinchmas!" Ms. Ketchum chuckled.

Mr. Mime gave a look that couldn't be described by one word. His eyes were filled with disbelief, sadness, lust, and disgust. But didn't notice.

"You'll feel better by tomorrow mimey," she said as she got up, "anyway, I need to run some errands for professor oak, I'll be back to make dinner later. Rest up!"

Ms. Ketchum left the room and closed the door behind her. But there, standing behind where the door once was, stood an 8 foot tall green figure looking over his shoulder directly at Mr. Mime.

"Ohhhh," said the figure, "you won't be resting today." He made his way over to the bed.

Mr. Mime would not, in fact, be resting today.