Hallo and welcome to chapter 2. All from Brains point of perspective.

Also sorry for the late update I was sick.

NOT WITH VIRUS OF DEATH or whatever it's called. I think it's just stomach flu or somethin :p

ANYWAYS, enjoy!


How long have I been here? Hours? Days? I couldn't tell. I'm starting to feel horribly scared of my surroundings. Pinky should be here. Driving me off the rails.

But he wasn't here. With me.

And I can only remember the last time I saw him.

-Flashback-

Brain worked on his world domination plans with Pinky running around on his wheel, no care in the world. However, he was cut off from his work when scientists walked through the door.

Pinky stopped running on the wheel out of curiosity and walked over to Brain. "What are they doing, Brain? Zort!" Pinky asked. Brain stood defensively in front of Pinky as if they were going to take him as the scientists stood in front of their cage. "Interesting. The smaller one is being protective of his cagemate. We could use that knowledge." One of them said. Instantly, Brain tackled Pinky away from the scientists, and ended up in the scientists grasp.

"BRAIN!" Pinky screamed, tears filling up his bright blue eyes. "Where are you taking me!?" Brain demanded.

Only one word was spoken by the scientists.

"Europe."

-End Of Flashback-

I tried shaking the memory. but to no avail. Minute after minute, I was being monitored by cameras, scientists, and the death glares from other animals in the room I was kept in.

I felt like crying. I sunk to the floor, the flow of tears uncontainable.


"Why do you want me?" I finally asked, almost begging to know what this was about.

"Easy. We've been working with our former assistant Travis, who was so wrongfully killed by his own daughter. So we decided to figure out what was so special about your cagemate that makes you so protective of him." The scientist said.

At the mention of Travis, I felt my blood boil with rage. Yes, Travis wanted some sort of revenge on his daughter, but going after someone other than her seemed off.

"Okay. Secondly, who are you?" I asked curiously. "I am Josephine Barrow." Barrow said. I remembered something about this 'Josephine Barrow'. She was killed in 1934. "B-b-but you should be dead! Why are you here?!" I stammered. "I was resurrected by Sarah Michelle, who worked with Travis." Barrow said. "She's been very curious about your little friend." She added.

"I don't care! Take me back to America. AND my best friend!" I screamed. "What is so special about your cagemate?!" Barrow shot back. I was just getting angrier and angrier by the second.

"Don't you understand?! Pinky's my only family! The only one who understands me! All you guys wanna do is take that one person who would actually miss me when I die!" I shot at her. At this rate, the flow of tears I couldn't contain finally flowing as I sobbed.

"Interesting." Was all I heard from Barrow as she left. I looked at her disappearing figure. However, there was still one thing I wanted to know:

How did she know so much about our first encounter with Travis and she was dead long before any of this happened?


BOOKYASHA! I finally updated!

Also Happy Thanksgiving my friends!

I'll post the next chapter as fast as possible. But I have very many problems going on like the fact that

Also, WHY MY SISTER WON'T STOP TRYNA DESTROY OUR CHRISTMAS TREE I WILL NEVER

I get it she's a year old BUT I WORKED MY BUTT OFF DECORATING THAT THING!

Kay I'm done ranting about my Christmas Tree protection drama byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee