I do not own Pinky and the Brain. But I do own my OCs.

For the next month were going okay. So far the only testing I had undergone was to check for any ill side effects from my earlier accident. The geneticist I was with found an unusual anomaly with my DNA, in particular the area around my shoulder blades. The machines that I was hooked up to indicated that whatever was going on with my DNA it was currently dormant for the time being, but could potentially be triggered by something else. But so far I was certainly grateful that the people who worked with me were respected my privacy and were non-invasive in their testing.

During my stay here there were some odd occurrences that I noticed. They mostly occurred at night, but a few happened during the day. At first it started out with the feeling of being watched, then sometimes I would hear whispering, especially when I was alone. At one point I heard an unknown voice (with a Jersey-like accent) say something along the lines of narf?, before being silenced by the sound of something getting hit. And sometimes after dark I would hear voices coming from the room where the lab mice were kept.

(Awhile back when I first found them while exploring I started sneaking them cheese and sometimes chopped fruit on the side.)

But when I checked the last time I heard noise there was no one there as usual. Though I noticed the mice were acting strange, well, the goofy looking one was having a ball on the running wheel but the short big-headed one from the maze run was keeping an eye on me while he sat on some paper that looked an awful lot like blueprints. As I approached the cage to confirm my suspicions I heard footsteps from down the hall. So I had to sneak back out of there before the night watchman caught me.

The downside of my living here caused me to have a run-in with one Dr. Eric Bowman. He stands at 6'2', 25 years of age, second-in-command of the head scientist ( the man I met before). As well as being the son of ACME Labs head director. Not to mention that he is an arrogant, pompous, over privileged, jerk wad. And that's putting it politely, among other things. I met him the second day of my moving in on the way out of the chemical lab. He was out in the hall putting down one of the aides for supposedly shoddy work. Frankly, the way he was berating the poor guy, he sounded like a schoolyard bully to me rather than a professional scientist.

When the aide left he noticed me still standing there and the moment eye saw those green eyes of his I suddenly felt very cold, and had an immediate unease of his very being. There was something… disturbing about him, and I'm not talking about the perverted way he was leering at me, up and down, like a piece of meat. I immediately hightailed it out of there before he could say anything lecherous. Which I had no doubt in my mind was his current intention.

As I was walking away I could feel his eyes burning into me. But what I didn't know was already knew who I was, as a volunteer test subject. But what I do know, according to my instincts, was that something bad was going to happen soon and that he would be the cause of it.

Finished with chapter 2. It will be at least a week before I can add another chapter due to my being busy. But I will try to make time for a rough draft during my free time to work on. Please reveiw and tell me what you think.

These last two chapters if you haven't noticed are written in past tense. The character is reliving memories from nearly 3 years ago. So it's understandable why there is no dialogue currently, but I will try to come up with some not to far in. Maybe the next chapter or so. Enjoy.