Pinky and the Brain belongs to Tom Ruegger, Stephen Spielberg, and Warner Brothers.
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โขHurt/Comfort, High school AU, Human AU
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"Pinky, you have to go to sleep."Pinky ignored Hugo, he wasn't tired.
"Pinky, I don't think I'm going back to school." Hugo started to tear up as he said this. "Pinky, my mom said I'm dying."
Pinky got up and grabbed Hugo's left hand. The 10-year-old looked into the others eyes.
"I'll miss you." Hugo squeezed Pinky's hand tightly.
"I-I'll miss you, to-"
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"Pinky!"
Mr. Duncan shook the high school sophmore gently as everyone else in class watched. Slowly, Pinky opened his eyes and there beside him stood his study hall teacher. Looking at everyone, mostly Brain, they looked confused too just like Mr. Duncan.
"Pinky? Is everything alright?" Mr. Duncan.
Pinky nodded. "Yes sir, just really tired."
"Well, we have 12 more minutes until school is out for summer vacation and then you'll get the rest of the day to sleep." Mr. Duncan said.
Summer? Pinky looked past Brain and Billie to see the date on the chalkboard. แดแIแชแฉY, แฐแฉY 26Tแผ, 1995. Oh thank goodness. Pinky sighed in relief. He wasn't in the hospital as 10-year-old boy anymore, he was at school as a 15-year-old teenager who would be 16 by September. Pinky felt something tap the top of his head and looked up to see Billie holding a piece of paper out to him. Pinky took it and held it so where he could read it.
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Down below were two boxes for him to mark off. The top labled ใาๅใ and the bottom labled ๅ ใใ ใาๅใ. Pinky looked around, but nobody was looking at him or past anyone to give him the clue that they were the writer. Pinky colored in the top box and tapped Billie's shoulder and handed it back to her. Pinky laid his head back in his arms, he just wanted the school day to be done and over with.
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"So as I was saying, Brain then said..."
"WHAT DID YOU CALL PINKY?!"
Pinky stopped talking to Elijah and Dylan once he heard Brain's scream. Pinky excused himself to where Brain, Billie, and Norma stood. Brain towered over Jordan Ward, another freshman just like the other three, and the school's hall monitor. Pinky lifted Brain up and pulled him away from poor Jordan.
"Brain! Stop! Just stop!" Pinky shouted as the boy struggled to break free.
"I-I'm sorry Brain, but you have to be honest with yourself, he kind of is." Jordan spoke in what was a mere whisper.
"Brain." Billie spoke the angry teen's name, he was drawing a crowd.
Finally, Brain calmed down by Pinky whispering quiet shushes into Brain's ear. Pinky walked quickly out of the school and to his truck. Brain watched as his best friend buckle him in even though he could do it himself. Brain looked nervously at Pinky once he realized what he had done and was met with the angry face of Pinky.
"Brain. What in the world was that about?" Pinky barely cursed, mad or not mad.
"I was worried! And then Jordan said something mean about you!" Brain defended himself.
"What did he say? Huh Brain? What did he say about me?" Pinky was getting angrier.
"He...he called you a bad word." Brain answerd, he looked away. "Do I have to say it?"
Pinky sighed and shook his head. "No, you don't have to say the bad word, Brain."
Pinky waited until he pulled up to their house after a 12 minute drive to place a kiss to the left side of Brain's head.
"I love you, so much. Narf." Pinky said.
Brain smiled. "I love you too."