Brain Bleach Me
"SEBASTIAN!" Solomon roared as he flung the door of the headmaster's Office open. "SEBASTIAN!" He cried, a hint of desperation in his voice. Barefoot with a pair of orange swimtrunks on and a pair of rubber duckies under his arm and a trail of lake water behind him he demanded an audience with the deputy headmaster. He would take either of them really, Sebastian was just much easier to access.
"My eyes! I have seen things I cannot unsee!" The Professor complained, not caring who was in the room. "I need my brain washed, now!" The Professor was babbling and acting as if he was blind, indeed what he saw gave the old man physical pain. He braced himself on the desk, his hand blindly feeling about until he found someone. "Yes, YOU! I need YOU! Obliviate the last 2 hours of my life" he begged.
He did not want it, that memory of prepubescents exploring places he as an adventurer was not willing to explore. He felt as if he was going to be sick. In fact he did get sick, he would buckle over and start to heave. He would stumble away from the person he found and start retching into what he hoped was a garbage can. It wasn't, it was a chair. "I saw things... TERRIBLE THINGS..." he admitted.
"My eyes! I have seen things I cannot unsee!" The Professor complained, not caring who was in the room. "I need my brain washed, now!" The Professor was babbling and acting as if he was blind, indeed what he saw gave the old man physical pain. He braced himself on the desk, his hand blindly feeling about until he found someone. "Yes, YOU! I need YOU! Obliviate the last 2 hours of my life" he begged.
He did not want it, that memory of prepubescents exploring places he as an adventurer was not willing to explore. He felt as if he was going to be sick. In fact he did get sick, he would buckle over and start to heave. He would stumble away from the person he found and start retching into what he hoped was a garbage can. It wasn't, it was a chair. "I saw things... TERRIBLE THINGS..." he admitted.
There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.
Brain Bleach Me
Sergei, holding paper with a list of names turned around as he nearly jumped out of his shoes at the roar of Lear. "Solomon -" he grumbled, grip tightening on the piece of paper. He nearly tore through it as he winced as the man went on a mad tirade that made him question his sanity. Though he had never seen the older man so deeply disturbed, not even his crazy mismatched adventures seemed to faze him. "What are you -" The man reeled back as the poor distraught professor came upon the desk, he thought he'd tumble over at this rate.
Was it the masked man? Was it the masked boy? Perhaps it was some terrible deed that he had seen? Surely no students were evil enough to commit anything heinous. "Obliviate? Lear have you finally gone mad?" He watched the professor bound towards the unfortunate chair and ransack it with whatever Lear ate today. "The upholstery, Solomon! It's velvet!" he cried. The Transfiguration Professor did not want to be responsible for fixing the surface of it.
Neither did he want Sebastien to think that he had any involvement in whatever contents Lear spewed. His paycheck could only take so much scrutiny. The stench reached his nose, causing him to turn his head away in disgust as he came to lay a comforting hand on the man's back. He had never seen someone like this since they saw a horklump's mating process. The man made no sound and instead patted Solomon's back with cheap camaraderie till the man talked again. With a scrunched expression, the man asked, "What has gotten you so rattled that you need obliviating from?"
- S.Y., Professor of Transfiguration