I may redux this story later but I'm too lazy to right now so yeah

Also, I FINALLY FOUND THE PICTURE THAT INSPIRED ME TO FUCKING WRITE THIS LESSGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Only took me over a goddamn year but we did it! Woop woop!

Enjoy!

To say Ashley was having an internal panic attack was well over an understatement.

As she, Billie and Brain walked through this very interesting military camp of sorts, the duo quickly found the animals being kept there were at no mercy. All kinds of animals were being kept in tiny kennels with little to no food and water, and in the few hours they spent scoping around, were abused frequently.

It made Brain's heart burn with sympathy for the poor animals. He hoped Pinky wasn't going through any of this horrible, dreadful, and downright disgusting animal treatment and abuse. It made Ashley more furious at the abuse than her friends life.

Yes, animal abuse is horrible, but Brain wanted to save Pinky as fast as possible. Ashley instead proposed a different plan.

"Once we find Pinky," Ashley explained, drawing out a mapped plan in the dirt with a stick. "We'll free the animals, defeat the bad guys...whoever they are, and then get the heck out of here."

Billie stared off into space, and Brain kept glancing back at the blonde-haired child who was potentially saving their lives. He could just barely hear the pitiful whines of abused animals, and it sent his nerves and newfound anxiety into an uproar.

Was Pinky going through this?

Was Pinky alright?

Oh dear God, WAS PINKY EVEN ALIVE?!

It begun to give Brain some of the biggest anxiety he had ever felt in his entire life. All that was running through his head was Pinky Pinky Pinky Pinky PINKY

"Brain? You okay?" Billie asked in concern. Brain snapped himself out of his thoughts and looked at the two girls.

"Y-yeah. I'm okay," He reassured. Ashley and Billie shared a glance. "Le-let's just go get Pinky back." He said

"Okay, as long as your sure." Ashley said. Brain glared at her.

"Can we get my best friend back now?!" He snapped impatiently. "Alright." Ashley muttered.

Pinky sat alone in the cage, all his thoughts circling back to Brain and wherever he was. His entire body was killing him and it was taking all his energy not to break into a fit of sobbing. Plus, he was beginning to feel light-headed from the lack of food and water he was getting. Or he had suffered more head trauma than all of Brain's bops combined.

He was curled up in a ball in the corner of his cage, keeping the tears back the best he could, trying to numb away the pain he was feeling. It was so bad he wanted to pass out. It reminded him of all the animals that were being treated in such a eerily similar way as him. Some of them were dying. Some were dead.

It was beginning to dawn on him that he was so screwed.

Because eventually, he was going to die in this cold, damp, and disgusting cage alone.

He was going to die and he was so incredibly screwed.

Brain wasn't expecting the amount of animal abuse he had actually seen when they entered the "camp" of the military camp. Billie gasped in horror, and Ashley looked straight up mortified at the amount of abuse theses poor animals were suffering from. From the look of it, some of the larger animals were kept in large cages outside, and the smaller ones were left inside the tents. This knowledge sparked an idea.

"If the smaller animals, like racoons and hamsters and other small rodents are kept in tents, we should start looking through the tents for Pinky," Ashley said. Brain couldn't agree with a better plan. Billie, who really didn't understand much of the situation, just agreed with the duo whenever they had a good idea. Ashley sent Billie to search the left side, and Brain to the right. She went ahead and ran up towards the main tent of the camp.

As she walked in, she took note of how many cages were in there. There had to be hundreds upon hundreds of cages in there.*Those poor animals!* She thought to herself, thinking of how many animals were suffering like this right now.

"Poit! Who's down there?!" One of the mice exclaimed from above. Ashley looked every which way for who could've said that, until she checked the corner cage on one of the desks.

There, clearly malnourished, dehydrated, and injured, was Pinky, who's snow white fur was covered in splotches of dark red blood. Her instincts kicked into overdrive.

"Good God, Pinky, what did they do to you?!" She said, climbing upwards to the cage. She ran to the cage and grabbed a paper clip from a pile of papers, bent it straight, and lockpicked it open. She ran in and helped Pinky up, knowing he was far to weak to stand and walk on his own. She could hear the footsteps of military officers coming quickly.

Brain and Billie ran inside. "We couldn't find anythi-OH MY GOSH PINKY!" Billie screamed in horror. Brain helped Ashley and Pinky down from the desk.

"Billie, I'll need you to support Pinky. He's too malnourished, injured, and weak to walk on his own. I'm gonna lockpick the other animals out, and Brain's gonna help you guys get outta here." Ashley explained, grabbing her handmade lockpicking device and leading the others outside. Gunshots fired overhead in an instant.

"OH GOD! DUCK!" Ashley screamed, sinking to the ground, the others following suit. Looking up and around, she noticed how scientists were fighting the military.

"Well, that's just great!" Brain said sarcastically.

"Okay, new plan! We go around the back, get the animals out, and then run for our lives!" Ashley said, leading the others out.

Unfortunately, one of the guards guns aimed at the ground to defuse a grenade that had been thrown, and his bullet missed by a long shot.

Pinky let out a shout of pain, and fell the the ground.

The bullet hit him.

Spoilers: PINKY MAKES IT TO THE END

I loooove me some good angst...and cliffhangers.

I apologize for causing Pinky so much pain this entire story, but I needed some type of plot action to go down and just wanted that to happen.

It's more or less incoportated into the storyline now lol

See ya later!