Of Dictionaries and Space Monkeys: WordGirl Oneshots

Of Mice and Men (2013)

A/N: Yes, more really old stuff. Sorry, guys. xD

Did anybody else go through that stage where they first started trying to write dark-ish stuff, and ending up doing so in purple prose? Yeah, that was me when I wrote this. Sorry if I burn anybody's eyes out! ...Would aloe vera help with that?

This isn't great, but my 13-year-old self would've wanted so post it, so... Enjoy!

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"RRRAUGH!"

Dr. Two-Brains growled as he jerked to the left about a foot, giving a mouselike scowl and a sharp squeak to something to the right of himself that wasn't there. But as soon as he did, he gripped his head in pain and staggered back to the right. He grimaced in agony, hissing through his teeth as he managed a vehement, yet almost remorseful glare right back at where the cause of his troubles appeared to be.

"No!" Steven shouted to the creature, but no sound came out of his mouth. He didn't care, knowing it could hear him. "I won't let you do this, I told you!" He grabbed the bars of his cell—they looked like Swiss cheese, in case you were wondering—and shaking them, yelled out at the mousey villain as he mentally strove for control. "I'm NOT a criminal; I will NOT have anything to do with stealing; I will NEVER give you control; I have an important board meeting next Tuesday I can't miss and—"

Squeaky scowled; sitting on his haunches for the sole purpose of being able to mock the professor by parroting its unspoken words with his paw. Blah blah blah.

Steven was about to go on, but seeing what the malicious mouse was currently doing, he stopped mid-sentence with an annoyed frown.

The rodent, however, just pulled a malevolent, toothy smirk as it paced around the man, the mental jail dissipating into opaque, swirling clouds of a reddish-pink hue. Squeaky's figure grew larger with every step he encircled the professor, his long, scaly tail curved to ensure the continued capture of his prey.

Steven, defiant though he was feeling at the moment, couldn't help but shudder somewhat as he watched the huge, snake-like appendage slink around him, his angry demeanor faltering. But he still stood tall, refusing to be intimidated into submission by his captor. After all, it WAS just a mou—

Squeaky stiffened and narrowed his eyes at the thought his prey was having, instantly wrapping his tail around him and then whipping it off, sending the professor spinning like a top. The mouse snickered, and the most of a thought that flickered through Steven's mind that second was Mice have prehensile tails?

An unseen force brought him to an extremely sudden stop, face to face with two blood-red eyes and a huge, grinning mouthful of jagged teeth.

Without even a first thought—forget second—Steven leapt back in fright, only succeeding in tripping over his own feet and landing sprawled out on the floor. What sort of floor was this, anyway? It was obviously something to stand on, but it had no discernible appearance; a murky layer of fog or mist covering its not hard and yet not soft surface...

A noticeable absence of light encased him, an all-too-familiar shadow appearing on the ground around him. Steven winced and looked up. The teeth were closer now, closer than they'd ever been, gleaming in the light that wasn't there.

Squeaky hissed slightly, a few squeaks rumbling in the back of his throat. His eyes narrowed to slits, never leaving the man's for an instant.

Well, at least he's a clean mouse who brushes his teeth more often than not, thought Steven irrationally, slowly finding himself unable to take his own gaze out of the rodent's digging stare.