The Jokester

Chapter 5: Closer

Trigger Warnings For This Chapter: Cursing, Hallucinations, Mental Illness Traits, Angry Outburst, Sexual Gratification, And Sexual Fantasy

(You Can Skip The Sexual Parts In This Chapter, And It Will Not Change The Story)

    "What!?" Brain slammed both of his fists onto the woman's desk. "What am I supposed to do then?! Who do I go to!?"

   Brain's social worker didn't move an inch, being used to her client's outbursts. "I'm sorry, Mr.Brain. The funding for this place has dried up." She had known it was happening, but even she didn't predict just how quickly she was going to be searching for another job. "As for who to go to, the only place that'd be able to sign off on those prescriptions would be-"

"-NO!" If this woman really thought Brain would voluntarily admit himself back into the town's subpar mental asylum, she was dead wrong. He'd been there once before after experiencing an episode of grandeur. He had convinced himself that he had already succeeded in ruling the world and was running around like a lunatic. After the episode, he admitted himself freely. That's when he found out he had bipolar depression. And anxiety. It's also when he discovered how poorly the mentally ill were treated in that facility.

   Debby sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr.Brain. There's nothing I can do for you." She really was sorry.

   Brain stepped back from the desk, holding the sides of his head. "B-but I need that medicine! Without it, I-I'll become insane!" He hated remembering the period of manic behavior he was once filled with. It was embarrassing and scary to know that he could act so unlike himself.

   Debby arched a brow. "I was under the assumption that the medicine wasn't doing enough for you based on our last visit."

   Brain threw his hands in the air and paced around in an attempt to rid himself of some of his angry energy. "I only inquired about one of the medicines! The others were doing fine! Did you ever even listen when I talked to you?!"

   The social worker defeatedly slapped her hands onto her lap. "Well, that's all I called you down here to say. I can't do anything. I'm sorry, Mr.Brain." She looked at the shorter man hoping he'd accept the finality of her words and leave. She had around ten more clients to disappoint.

   "Fine." Brain pushed out of the office and down the hall. When he reached the staircase he needed to climb, he saw a man walking down. Debby's office was the only office down this way. Brain passed the man and shouted at him as they moved in opposite directions. "Good luck! It's nothing but bad news in there!"

   Brain stormed out and angrily walked deeper into downtown. When he had gotten the call on a Friday afternoon about needing to come down, he assumed it wasn't positive information. He didn't expect that, though.

   Brain stuck a thumb out for a taxi and ground his teeth. He was livid. At the social worker, at this town, then, of course, there was Snowball and the fact that he only had a week's worth of medication left. Sunday was going to be the day! It had to be!

   When he got home, he slammed his door and headed for the kitchen. He was home later than usual because of the unintended visit with the social worker, but it was a Friday, so it wasn't too big of an issue. His show started later on Fridays.

   He microwaved dinner and sat on the couch. He didn't feel quite as comfortable as he usually did and noticed that he had forgotten to take off his coat, shoes, and belt. He shrugged, kicked off the shoes, and put his feet on the table. "Come on, Murphy. Take my mind off today." If Murphy didn't take his mind off today, he'd just go read Pinky's letter over and over until he fell asleep.