[A/N from Cacaxa: Hello, online people! Cacaxa here! This is my first real fanfiction (or collabfic, for that matter) I've ever written, so I'm a little nervous. But finally, here's the second chapter...
Chapter 2: ...Often Go Awry
"You know my name!" he squealed.
Brain began to panic. "No—No—t-this can't be happening!" he yelled aloud. "We are not-We can't be—" He paused. "Good Lord! I think I'm going to get sick."
Brain started to choke.
"Please don't," Pinky pleaded. " 'Cause if you do, that'll be really yucky." He made a face of disgust.
Brain looked back at Pinky. "Pinky? Is that really you?"
"Hey!" Pinky frowned. "Who are you, anyway?"
"Pinky! It's me, Brain!" he cried, and stood up, rather clumsily.
He stared up at Pinky, who was taller than Brain by at least one or two feet. He was wearing the same thoughtful frown Brain saw quite often—when Pinky was trying to remember something.
"You're not the Brain. He's a lab mouse," he replied.
"I am a lab mouse! Pinky, it's really me!" Brain added, frustrated.
"You're not a lab mouse either, though."
Brain slapped his hand over his face—stupidly hurting himself. He cringed.
"You really shouldn't do that, y'know," Pinky said. "My friend Brain does that all the time, and he always hurts himself."
"I know because I am Brain!" Brain replied angrily. "Look. Pinky, I swear to you that it's me, Brain."
He stared Pinky straight in the eyes for a moment, until Pinky's face suddenly broke into a smile.
"Brain! It is you!" He held his arms out.
"No, Pinky—!"
Pinky grabbed Brain and brought him into a big hug—in which he nearly suffocated Brain to death.
Using all his strength, Brain pushed him away and coughed as he started to breathe again. "Pinky!" he panted. "You—You have got to STOP DOING THAT!"
"Sorry—Narf!" Pinky said, his grin fading. "I just missed you, that's all."
Brain finally got a chance to look around once more. He was still standing with Pinky on the roof of the Acme Labs, still covered with the destruction of the Atomic Vibrational Regulator. But how the machine had malfunctioned was anyone's guess.
The wind blew by once again. Pinky shuddered, goosebumps coming onto his skin.
"Brain, how come it's so cold?"
Brain glared at Pinky. "You don't even know what happened to us?"
Pinky stared at Brain, blinking his eyes. "Of course I do, Brain. When the big-machine-thingy exploded, it singed our fur off!"
"No it DIDN'T" Brain yelled. "It turned us into HUMANS! Look at yourself!"
Pinky looked, realized the truth, and gave a small yelp of surprise. "My t-tail—Where is it?!" He spun around a few times, trying to find it. Brain stopped him.
"Now, Pinky, I want you to actually think Do you remember anything about that explosion earlier?" he asked Pinky.
Pinky thought for a moment. "Well—" he started. The Brain sighed, thinking he was in for another one of Pinky's long, forgettable stories—either that or Pinky couldn't remember a thing. "Y'know—Troz!—I can't remember a thing! But I think it had something to do with me pressing the switch on the machine—Poit!—I think..." Pinky trailed off.
"Great, just excellent!" the Brain yelled to himself derisively. "My brilliant plans failed again, we're stuck as humans for three whole months, we have absolutely no idea how it happened, and I don't know how to fix it!" He then gasped. "Three months!"
"What?"
"Three months! We have to be able to fix it in three months and use it at that crucial second, or else the atoms will retain their new properties and the transformation becomes...permanent!"
Just then, Pinky's normally happy face changed to a look of utter terror.
"Oh no..."
Brain was about to answer back when they heard a loud voice from nearby, startling them.
"Hey! You two!"
Two middle-aged, overweight men (scientists, of course, since they were both wearing lab coats) were standing on the roof watching them. Both of them were coming towards them, and one was shouting at them (and both shocked at the fact the two former lab mice weren't exactly clothed).
"What're you doing here? Civilians aren't supposed to be here! There's top-secret experiments' going on here! Crazy trespassers! You're coming with us!"
Pinky gave a look of utter fear and panic, and quickly whispered to Brain. "What do we do?"
Brain quickly thought up a plan. He grabbed the (now useless) Atomic Vibrational Regulator and threw it at the two approaching scientists, knocking them to the ground and out cold.
He then motioned to Pinky to come over to help him as he stared to drag one of the scientists to the stairs leading into the lab. But Pinky stood with his hands on his hips, unmoving.
"Brain, that wasn't very nice!"
Brain ignored him. "Desperate times call for desperate measures," he simply said, and Pinky followed, dragging the other scientist along.
After taking the 2 scientists' clothes (yet leaving their lab coats for decency) Brain started to turn, buttoning his coat, pulling Pinky after him. Pinky obediently followed Brain away.
"Where are we going?" he asked, buttoning his own coat.
'Where else? The city. We need to fix the machine—as soon as possible," he said quietly, not looking back.
They walked in silence for a minute or two until Pinky spoke up. "Y'know—you really don't, um, well, you don't really look as—OLD—as I thought you were."
The Brain seemed to ignore him so he started to hum to the tune of "Just Say Narf". Instead, Brain rolled his eyes and continued walking.
As they passed by a mirror, Brain looked back at himself again. "So," he said quietly. "We're stranded as humans, we have no idea how it happened, and we have to fix the machine in three months."
He looked at Pinky who was rubbing his stomach. "Yeah," he replied. "And y'know what? I'm hungry."