Brawl Stars Short Stories

Mortis Flow

The teenage zombie's morning had been much of the same. Her rotten flesh was conditioned with chemicals and lotions to give a faux smooth finish. Her teeth had to be scraped with a steel wool brush. Of course, she couldn't forget her signature scent. Emz brand hairspray. A style so sharp it'll shock their souls. Another successful completion of her morning routine.

She made her way downstairs through the decrepit mansion they called home. Her uncle Mortis and his best friend Frank agreed to take her in after the accident orphaned her. It wasn't so bad though. Mortis was often just a narcissistic goof and slacker. A dynamic that drove poor Frank insane. He was always cleaning up after the mortician. The least she could do was casually coast through the walls without causing unnecessary trouble.

She made her way to the kitchen for breakfast. Some waffles and bacon would be a nice start to the day she had planned. When she pushed through the threshold she noticed her uncle sitting at the table. She didn't pay him much mind but she felt obliged to at least greet him.

"Morning Uncle Mort."

"Sup slime."

The response she received locked her legs. She had been staring at her phone but now she had to look at him, "...What?"

"Sup fam dog. You shooting the goober with them gamers or what?"

"I don't... huh?" Mortis had a signature set of clothing. He was still rocking his purple locks and usual suit but it had an extra bit of frill along the chest. Also, much odder than the rest, he was wearing shades inside. "What are you doing?"

"Me. I'm just being the top dog in the park. Straight munching down treats and gobbling grizzlies like a landslide."

Emz felt her tongue catch in her throat, "Gobbling?"

"I'm in the bathtub with the almighty Buddha straight biting heaven's toes."

Emz felt like she had just been hit with whiplash. She stuck her head back outside the room, "Frank. Can you come to the kitchen." Meanwhile, Mortis continued his insane ramblings.

"There's no way I could be deaf 'cause all I hear are haters. There's a snake trail sneaking up my asshole but I ain't clenchin. He'll break down the stones I had for breakfast, give my kidneys a break." Emz was still staring at him as Frank entered. The giant had to crouch to get through the doorway. "My body's a coal mine, I'm just crunching up stones and making dust."

The two were stunned. She pointed a finger forward, "Do you know what's wrong with him?" Frank shook his head.

Mortis's intensity began to increase, "I'm him. I've been him. I will continue to be him!" He continued staring at nothing outside as he ranted, "I'm smoking dingos. Smoking straight needlepoints. I'm on 12 perc 30s and I can feel my penis breathing!"

Frank approached slowly. He placed a careful hand on his shoulder trying to get through to his friend. Mortis pushed his hand away while shouting, "I'm smoking filtered crack through a drain pipe blowing the lord's bubbles. I WILL KILL YOU!" He continued to stare forward and yell, "Last guy that ran off on the pack... got choked out by some Bianchi gloves. Last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly fading into darkness and I LET the archangels take him."

The two spectators turned to each other with confused gestures. Frank had heard enough. Whatever he was on they needed to get him help quickly. Frank picked Mortis up by his armpits and slung him over his shoulders. All the while Mortis continued to preach to an unwilling audience. The last sound to exit the house before Emz locked the door was one final defiant statement from Mortis.

"They must have amnesia. They forgot that I'm HIM!"