The Chaotic House

Was It Worth It?

As Brenson and Moxxie returned to the laboratory, Moxxie couldn't shake off the feeling that had lingered ever since Brenson appeared, especially when Moxxie was meant to apologize in hopes of returning things to normal.

"Is something on your mind?" Brenson asked, eyeing Moxxie from behind, noting his guilty demeanor.

Moxxie shook his head. "No, sir," he responded, fidgeting with his fingers nervously, aware of the turmoil his presence had caused.

Brenson chuckled. "Really? It seems like it," he remarked, pausing in front of his desk to collect some documents.

Moxxie's mind was a whirlwind of dizzying and anxious thoughts, but the ones that stood out the most were, 'Why is Brenson acting like we're friends?' and 'Why is he treating me as if I'm some kind of pet?' He wanted to voice these questions, but he hesitated, anticipating that Brenson would make a big deal out of it. He could almost hear Brenson's complaints echoing in his head.

"Anyway, I have another task for you," Brenson declared, settling into his desk chair and gesturing for Moxxie to sit across from him.

Moxxie, following his usual practice, took the offered seat, leaning in to grasp every detail of the new assignment, despite his increasing hesitation.

Brenson exhaled deeply, "Well...Here's everything you need." He pushed some documents toward Moxxie with one hand.

Moxxie's gaze flitted across the papers, his face contorting into a puzzled frown as he read. "You want me to...?" he trailed off, raising an eyebrow in bewilderment as he shifted his gaze from the documents to Brenson.

Reclining in his chair, Brenson placed his head in his hands. "Just tell them you're working for me; you'll have no trouble getting through," he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he idly rocked his chair back and forth.

Moxxie folded his arms, visibly annoyed. "But I work alone! I don't need the assistance of two unicorns," he grumbled.

Brenson straightened up and pulled his chair closer. "Considering what just transpired, you're definitely in need of a little help, understand?" He arched an eyebrow, awaiting Moxxie's agreement.

Moxxie sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. "Fine... But are you certain-"

"Everything necessary to locate them is detailed in the documents," Brenson interjected, assuring Moxxie about the information provided.

Moxxie gave a nod, rising to his feet and exiting the room. With a heavy sigh, he slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor. From his pocket, he retrieved a small, folded piece of paper and carefully unfolded it, revealing a photograph of himself with his friends, taken before everything had turned chaotic. Another sigh escaped him, this one quivering with the weight of guilt, regret, and frustration. There was no turning back; he was bound to Brenson as his 'pet' until he could find a way out of the unintended pact he had made.

"I'm at a loss for what to do next; I can't simply entice Ravi into Brenson's trap! Engaging in an actual crime with him was never my intention, even when he joked about being 'partners in crime.' This is madness!" Moxxie whispered to himself in exasperation, cautious not to let Brenson overhear, as that would put his life in immediate danger.

Moxxie paused thoughtfully before venturing back into the lab to pose a question. However, he halted abruptly upon noticing Brenson accompanied by another individual. Opting for patience, he decided to wait until Brenson was free from engagement.

"Hi boss! I've brought the supplements for your current project," one of the assistants announced to Brenson, presenting him with a container brimming with a blue, shimmering liquid.

Brenson faced his assistant. "Oh, thanks, Scorcher. Is this the complete set?" he inquired, one eyebrow arched in curiosity as he accepted the container from Scorcher's grasp and swirled the contents.

Scorcher affirmed with a nod, his tail expressing his delight. "Absolutely! I can procure more if needed," he offered eagerly.

Brenson dismissed the proposal with a gentle shake of his head. "No need, but I appreciate it," he responded, his eyelids drooping in a slow blink of gratitude before setting the container aside.

Scorcher tilted his head, his ears sagging with concern. "Is everything okay, boss?" he inquired, one eyebrow arched in question.

Brenson gave a languid yawn, reclining in his chair. "No, I'm just tired..." he responded, his voice trailing off sleepily.

With a playful snicker, Scorcher quipped, "Tired from giving Ravi and his crew a thrashing, sir?" His joke held a kernel of truth.

Brenson let out a soft chuckle. "Pretty much," he admitted with a shrug. "You should head out now, pass the word about Project Purple," he suggested, stretching with a groan.

Scorcher's giggle was light. "Already on it, sir," he said, a blush coloring his cheeks as he presented his completed task.

Brenson snickered, "Good, good... Well, you can relax for now, I guess. I'll go fetch Debbie or someone," he said with a shrug.

Scorcher nodded, "On it, sir. Enjoy your lap," he said, giggling and blushing as he exited the laboratory.

Moxxie sighed, 'Great... He's taking a nap. I'll ask him later,' he thought to himself as he departed from the laboratory.