Mickey Mouse Depressed Novels & Stories

I said to him, but he just gave me a silly smile. "Can't we stay like this for a little while?" he said, still smiling. I rolled my eyes and thumped his forehead. "Oww" he whined and let me go so I stood up. "Why did you make me fall?" I seethed. "You told me to let you go, so I did exactly what you asked," he said, standing up with his robe still loose, revealing his Mickey Mouse underwear. What was wrong with this guy? Was he like 4 years old? He seriously needed to see a psychiatrist.

So Em moved over to let her sit on the bed with them and launched into the events of last night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mickey just stared at them….. “Soooo.. you’re saying.. you don’t want to get him back?” Mickey was frowning at this revelation, she had worked tirelessly on her plan. “You sound a little too disappointed about that”. Sylvia pointed out. But Mickey actually looked extremely disappointed. So Em threw her a bone. “Maybe let’s table it for now.. he did help me. But that doesn’t mean we can’t play a little trick on someone else..”

I can feel how hurt she must be. The group laughed out loud at some jokes, completely oblivious to what was happening here. "Cool down will you, they are not going to be together," Mickey said leaning back in the chair and relaxed. "what do you mean?" I questioned, how can he be this chill when he knows what would happen when the alpha learns of this?

Mikey and I said in unison. "Sure" I brought popcorn and drinks in my room and got comfortable as Mikey put on a show. Almost thirty minutes later into the show. "I knew it, I knew the bitch was evil" Mikey screamed at my flatscreen, and the popcorn he was chewing flew out of his mouth. "Micah calm down" I stared at the chewed pieces on my rug and bed. I pointed towards the pieces." You're cleaning that up." "Make me" He threw a single popcorn on the floor, squinted my eyes at him. He gave me a nervous glance

Mickey joked as Majeed stared at him bitterly, it made me wonder if he would decide to shoot Mickey if he could and the answer I came up with was a big yes. "Hey, Majeed. You know you can not touch him. Just walk away, alright? Before you do something that'll get you killed." Majeed turned and as he was leaving, he shook his head in anger or a kind of regret that I did not quite get. "Fucking clown," Mickey murmured and laughed even louder than he did before. "Ease up on him, Mickey. One of these days he me might act on his threats and damn the consequences. You are frustrating him too much," James referred to Mickey.

I'm pretty sure I'm partly to blame for it and as for the land issues, it must be about the one he wants against the Darkwood huh. As I tried getting off from the bed, I suddenly heard a knock on my door. “Who's there? ” I asked as I rested back on the bed. “Your bestie.” I immediately knew it was Mickey just from the sarcastic voice and laugh. “Yeah right, come in Mickey,” I said sarcastically. “You seem much better than when I last saw you huh,” he said as closed the door and walked closer. “Well of course I'm much better, do you really think a mere bullet would put me down, huh?” I asked.

I facepalm internally. “I’m sorry, I just… I… Can I leave? I’ll come another time to— I’ll go get new ones…” I stammer. “No. Clean up this mess immediately.” “But sir—“ “What have I told you about buts, Minnie Mouse?” Ah yes, the only form of humor Scott has is calling me that nickname. Other than that, he is as cold as ice and very inconsiderate. “I’ll clean it right away.” Minutes later, I'm cleaning up his office while he and this woman switch positions every five minutes.

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

I squirm under his body, trying to get comfortable. "Osiris," I say as tears spring to my eyes. "Do you want to stop, Mighty Mouse?" He asks me gently. I want to stop. I don't want to do this ever again, but I have never been one to run away from anything. "I just need a minute," I say through gritted teeth.

I inwardly thought to myself. My smile dropped quick, and I feel like my eyes were about to twitch. He has the same name as the other fool. Maybe this man is a fool too. I knew I was being irrational having that thought, but I refuse to admit that out loud. Mikey on the other hand, looked like he was about to burst out in laughter. He formed his hand into a fist and covered his mouth from laughing. Then looked at me with surprise and amusement. He was having a ball watching this.