Behind the Scenes of the Mismagius Episode
Chapter 2: Brock
When we last left off, Dawn had just gotten raped by Ash, and we stopped at the point of her going to confront him about it, though in retrospect, it was Mismagius' deception of jealousy. But now, we go to a more enlightening, but entertaining chapter. Brock. The loveable but not very popular with the ladies man who constantly follows Ash around until those freaking writers in 4Kids cut him out of the programming.
Now, as you know, in Malice in Wonderland, Brock was bombarded and serenaded by the lovely Nurse Joys and Officer Jennys. But what do we not know about what goes on behind the scenes of this nightmare? That is what I am here to answer.
Brock had just realized his dream of finally getting the officers and nurses to finally even NOTICE him. As Mismagius looked on, she thought scornfully to herself. She was disgusted! Why would a person like this man, who spends his time travelling with a helpless girl and a delusional boy, have the time to womanize and play tramp over ordinary women with ordinary jobs? This would not stand!
When Brock finally felt he had enough of the company, he decided to go to sleep. It wasn't long after he fell asleep that he heard a creeking at his door. When he stood up, he was unsuspecting of what was actually going on. While he was uncertain, he felt multiple hands reaching out, and he felt his arms braced tightly against his sides, his hands behind his back, bound, with rope. A blindfold was put over his eyes, which he probably doesn't actually see out of anyway, his excuse to be a freaking hippie.
When Brock awoke, he realized he was bound to a bed, naked from the waist down. When he looked up, he saw one nurse Joy, and one officer Jenny.
W-what's going on?
Well, it is very, VERY simple, Brock. We have become sick of your constant fraternizing, and proposals of sex. In order to alleviate your womanizing ways, we have decided you shall feel what we feel when we have sex at all. Once that is over, we shall commence the shock therapy, to maybe knock you out of the lady's man life.
Brock was disconcerted. Before he could protest, a simple fabric gag was placed in his mouth, and the Nurse, who had spoken, laughed a bit. Brock couldn't turn and look what was happening, but then he felt what they were talking about. The slender conductive piece was inserted into his backside, and he felt violated already. He knew what the thing in him was, and he had heard all about them. The officer came around to his front, and held a simple remote in her white gloved hand. She torturously forced him to watch as she clicked the button, and the piece began vibrating.
After a bit, Brock didn't know what to think. The violated feeling got worse and worse, until a tear came out of his eye, very uncharacteristic of him. The officer got in front of him again, tauntingly.
Enjoying that?
Though Brock shaked his head no, she laughed, mocking him. She finally beckoned the nursr, who went around back. The next thing he felt was wires being attached to the piece that was already in him, and reached around, one object clipping onto his genitals, the other over his penis. When the nurse came to his front, she held a switch-like button as well. She laughed, and watched him cry in agony as she switched the shock systems on, and at very quick, but regular intervals, one after the other, electrical pulses were sent through the prongs.
Hours after the torture began, Brock layed there, a physical mess. He had been returned to his room, fully clothed, but psychologically destroyed. He felt nothing where the prongs had been, though he was sure they still existed. There was no way in the world he could have seen this coming. Moments after he sat up, Mismagius glided into the room, cackling.
Women are not your toys to play affectionately with, and tonight, it was proven.
Brock shook his head, but agreed. Once the ghost type Pokemon had left, Brock decided he would go and find Ash, and insist that he, Ash, and Dawn left this demented place. Once he was sure it was safe, he stood, and out the door he went, to find his friends.
