Trapizing through the wilderness - Brian held his elbows to his ears. He'd never imagined to go on as far as he had, but they never stopped him.
not that night
not the next week.
Never. he was unstoppable.
And the wildlife seemed to know that, even the supermutants offered him a wide birth as he scrambled past. "Just where am I headed?" he asked to no one.
The weather became cooler and the ground became warmer, but Brian didn't stop. Each night he spent under that quiet ska-less ether seemed like a taunt. So he quit resting. After being bitten by that botfly the first night, he'd started to hear whispers - murmurs. At first, he'd thought they'd been coming from beneath the ground - but now?
He Heard Them Everywhere. From Everything. Broken imagery of heinous disease ridden creatures scrubbed themselves across every corner of his brainfolds - strings connected to labels connected to the vast expanse of darkness flummoxed his emerging understanding. He couldn't quit hearing her, that scandalous lizard maid.
Nor could he stop the haunting mustachioed man from visiting him on his jaunts - "WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU?!?" He'd plead - but the short king never said. Just raised his arm like he was trying to get a trucker to honk and leaped into the nearest sewage pipe.
It was madness, but something within him didn't want it to end. He rolled upon the ground, searching the dirt for grains of information to decipher; he climbed rocks, as if the elevation could grant him clues to his queries; he swam through radiation - and that's when the secrets unraveled before him.
He was seeing into another dimension - one full of an enemy constantly devouring then regurgitating him, but also, containing within itself multitudes - delicious means for him to thrive off of, animal upon animal, scrumptious and unknown. "Do they truly exist?" He'd asked, staring into his hands. The keys and locks fitted into eachother one after another until he alone knew the answers - and they drove him, not to a greater purpose, not towards a prescribed form of happiness - but just, onward.
In lieu of his passionate Ska, there was the madness, wrapping and concealing him in a safety of glamour, attention, acclaim and devotion. He lost himself to the questions, the pursuit. The destination didn't matter, but he sought it all the same... the droning of the gurdy drilled itself from the furthest recesses of his brain. Where he just his old self, he'd summon the band then and there.
But this new life obscured the old, intertwined it with decisions and ruminations he'd never pondered upon... at least, not in this life.
He found religion within the figure of a bluehog, warped as he was by some kind of radio-activity... the worst kind of activity.
There was sadness in the eyes that stared back at him, had to have been at least sixty clowns soberingly miserable in their expression - but something beyond their sheer facade was a true reality deeper and more manifest then his own.
He needed to reach it, right then and there - he shuddered. A hoarde of bosses above looked down upon him, their features chiseled and pixelated - did Tara exist in those ranks beside them now? A creature he'd undone only to return as his undoing?
Brian woke up in jorts.
"I'm doing this for you, Terry." a tear in his eye, "all of this, for you." The youngest Gilbert raced towards the sea, if he could throw himself into that irradiated pit utilizing the skills he now possessed, he could make it there - to the other side. He'd reach his ascension into Dry Brian and shed the tremulous coils of mortality.
The crashing waves were not loud enough to drown out the woes of his patrons - the gleam of the sea was not bright enough to shed a light upon the mystery entrapping him; and from onshore, dispirit voices screamed his name - but it didn't stop him, nothing could.
Brain David Gilbert threw himself into the sea, mirroring the posture of a plank as he went.
as quickly as he was gone, he returned - enlightened by one singular fact.
Brain bolted back ashore, shaking himself like a wet dog. "WOO!!! I CAN'T DO THAT," he shouted, "I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE COLD BUT I DIDN'T THINK IT'D BE THAT COLD!!!!"
"Brain!" a strange voice beseeched him and he squinted in a perpetual confusion.
"Who?" he asked and the Enlightened One before him lowered her gorgeous blonde eyelashes.
"I'm Olivia," said Olivia, "an android," her shining metallic white body burned with a kind of irepricatable chaotic force. "Have you endured your epiphany, Brain?"
"Yehuhs," lied Brian.
"Excellent, then" Olivia reached from behind herself and retrieved the ever-weeping Karen.
"Brain." Karen spoke. It was the first time he'd heard her voice, its broken Swedish dialect, Yet Brian knew at once what it meant;
"A tie?!?!?!?" HE HOWLED TOWARDS DESTINY. Karen nodded, taking his hand in hers Olivia's hoverports began to glow. "Then there's a chance!" exclaimed Brain, to free himself of the madness - but far greater an aim there was in saving his precious Ska from being some cheap radio gig. If there was one thing Brain David Gilbert could nosh on aside from gross popcorn, it was the taste of an opportunity. "It's about time for us to get out of here!" Brain's grin stretched like a comedy as Olivia shot through the air like David Hasselhoff did through the waves in The Spongebob Movie.
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BDG's Descent Into Madness
FanfictionBrain David Gilbert lives, as any young man of the apocalypse: among his friends and colleagues as the leader of a SKA band called polyGON. His life and the lives of the feral pack of adults he has been hand-selected by fate to lead are about to ge...
