Regular Show Brain Eraser Novels & Stories

Jake, in my next life, and the one after that, I never want to meet you again… … That evening, Jake returned from work and finally remembered the girlfriend he had locked up. He carried a lunchbox and pushed open the door. “Estelle, I’m here. I locked you up for three days. You must be starving. I made you something myself to nourish you.” There was no response. His eyes scanned the room. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto something. His pupils shrank violently, and the lunchbox slipped from his hands, crashing to the floor as the soup and food spilled everywhere.

The guys at school saw me as untouchable, so none of them dared to approach me directly. My close friend, Riley Hayes, noticed my low mood and suggested I see a traditional medicine practitioner. "They're really accurate. They can even tell what you ate last night just by feeling your pulse." I swallowed hard. If they could tell that I had been pleasuring myself every night… "No, thanks," I said. … In the middle of the night, my chest felt tight and sensitive. No matter how fast I moved my hand, I still felt unsatisfied with the large silicone toy. On the screen nearby, the actors began another intense scene while I, still unfulfilled, could only finish in a rush.

The dust was red. There were no machines. "June " Benson whispered. His voice shook. "What year did you say it was?" June smiled, but it was not a smile. She pointed to a TV in the corner. The news was, on. The headline read: "GLOBAL BRAIN EXPERIMENT SUCCESSFUL: ALL STUDENTS REMAIN IN A SLEEP." "Benson " June asked as the walls flickered like a TV "if we are finally home then why can I still see the 'Save' icon blinking in the corner of your left eye?"

"Amelia, how long are you going to keep denying this? Is your Hands of God title really worth more than someone's life?" I ignored his deliberate misdirection. Under police supervision, a complete surgical recording was soon projected onto the big screen. The footage was clear, and the operation seemed smooth. I watched quietly until the video reached the most critical part, which was the tumor removal section. I raised my finger and pointed at the screen. "Stop. Everyone, look here." I pointed to the timestamp in the bottom right corner of the screen and explained, "From 12 minutes and 3 seconds to 12 minutes and 6 seconds, there's a 3.5-second gap in the footage where frames are missing."

Monitors displaying brain activity. "This will hurt," Raven said clinically. "But afterward, you won't remember. Won't remember your daughter's death. Won't remember the Circle. Won't remember the pain. You'll be free." The woman nodded. "Do it. Please. I can't live with it anymore." Raven activated the device. The woman convulsed. Screamed. Then went still. "Memory erasure is complete," Raven said to her assistant. "The subject will wake with no recollection of traumatic events. Monitor for side effects."

I listen to the I See Red by Everybody Loves an Outlaw song. “Did you really think…I'd just forgive and forget, no…” I sing as I soak myself in the shower. “Knock… Knock” The bathroom door sounds. “One sec…” I say as I take my towel and put it on. I open the door and I see Lena in front of me. “What makes you so long? Concert at the shower” Lena says as she stares at my tits, her mouth corner forming into a small but sweet smile and chuckling. “Ahhh… Shut up” I say as I inhale deeply and I roll my eyes and back to the shower.

"Shut up! Care to explain your usefulness, Ms. chronic liar?" "I t-told you! I'm the waiter from a week ago!" "Kiss my ass and send it to the president!" "She's speaking the truth, Miles..." "Eh?" Eh? A reverse trap?! Yet another one of this world's bizarre occurrences! So far, the company assembled is flawless when it comes to abilities, but the chemistry is... questionable. "My enhancement is Erase. It allows me to temporarily delete the enhancement of whoever is looking at me." "For real?"

Daddy snapped, pacing behind my chair, "She still has the fog. She still loses her focus. I’m paying you a fortune to fix her brain, and she’s still falling behind. I want her sharp. I want her perfect." The doctor adjusted his glasses, his eyes staying on the tray. "You have to understand, Giovanni. The human brain has a natural defense mechanism. When the fog hits, it’s a shutdown. We aren't trying to heal her, we are trying to bypass the hardware." He picked up the small box with the wires, the machine letting out a high-pitched whine.

I called back. Mila handed me a pen. “Outpatient rehab three times a week,” she said. “Regular EEGs. Mandatory check‑ins with me before you plug into anything more complicated than a toaster.” “What about hair dryers?” I asked, signing. “Absolutely not,” she said. “Those things are death traps.” She sobered. “I’m serious, Clara,” she said. “Just because you *can* think at speeds that make my grad professors cry doesn’t mean you should use that as your first line of attack every time. Your brain needs recovery time like any other injured organ.”