Regular Show Brain Eraser Novels & Stories

A neural lock. "You see," Elias continued, "to truly refine the 'Memory Eraser,' I need a consistent subject. Someone whose life is full of rich, technical knowledge and deep, agonizing trauma. Every time you start to remember that this lab is yours, that this invention is yours, or that your daughter is buried in the cemetery three miles from here... I simply press a button." "No," I choked out, tears blurring my vision. "Elias, please—" "Shh," he whispered, his finger finally pressing the key on the terminal. "Don't be haunted by the bad memories, Doctor. Let’s focus on the good ones. Like how brilliant your assistant is."

Very present. "I don't know what you're" "The clinic two towns over. Cash payment, fake name." A pause that felt deliberate. "Clinics have staff. Staff talk." I stayed on that floor. Didn't move. "You have forty-eight hours," he said. "Burn it. Walk away. The account disappears and so does what I know about you." He hung up. The dog nosed at the door once. Walked away. I looked at the photo again. The man. His back to the camera.

His eyes searched for mine with desperation, as if he were trying to reach me through the other side of a pane of glass. “No… no…” I kept repeating, not even sure what I was refusing. A nurse rushed in, followed by a doctor. My breathing was a frantic, uncontrolled gasp; the monitor began to beep louder. “She’s having an acute crisis,” the doctor said, firm but compassionate. “We need to help her body come down.” Dad held my hands, but I couldn’t stop trembling. “What does that mean?” he asked, voice breaking. “A mild sedative,” the doctor explained. “It’s not to erase anything—it’s to let her nervous system rest. She’s hypervigilant. Her body still believes she’s in danger.”

“You know he can’t keep a secret.” Sed nodded. That was true. “Will you just let me in?” Eric yelled. Trey moved away from the door and Eric burst into the booth. “Oh,” Trey said, “were you trying to get in?” “What are you guys doing in here?” Eric asked suspiciously. “Nothing that you need to worry about,” Brian said with a wicked smile. ******** Even though Sed’s doctor had given him the okay to talk normally and to sing at Sinners’ concert the next night, Jessica insisted he keep writing on his dry erase board to save his voice for the concert. His throat was perfectly fine. Mostly.

He poured himself a half glass of Ciroc, then gulped it down immediately. He paid a visit to the hospital on his way from the hotel on Saturday morning. Fortunately, he saw his family Doctor, Dr Ellie, who examined his bump. Going to the hospital that morning was the last thing on Sebastian’s mind. But he went there eventually because he had a very serious headache on the right side of his head and as someone who was very particular about his looks, he wanted some cure for the little bump. Doctor Ellie gave him painkillers. She also prescribed a creme for the bump. Sebastian religiously applied the creme but the devilish bump just wouldn’t disappear immediately. Left to him, it was as if the

Claire walked towards Leon's study, but there was nothing she could do now but be quiet and wait. "Claire, please bring me a pair of scissors," said Leon. His fingers danced swiftly on the keyboard. As soon as Claire took the scissors, Leon then cut something and reconnected it to another cable. Suddenly he stopped then looked at the large monitor screen. "We're connected," he said to Claire. It made Claire who was sitting on the sofa suddenly straightened up looking at the monitor screen. The screen depicts a graph of brain frequencies. This must be the Boston Hopkins brain. "Shall we immediately make him commit suicide?" asked Claire.

Jess sat at the end of the hospital bed her feet dangled off the edge, bandaged. She watched as the Doctor examined a film on the light box. He was trying to find something wrong with her brain. It would give them all a scientific reason that would explain away what happen in the dressing room. The doctor scratched his head and crossed his arms. “Uhhem.” Trevor was the first to break the silence. “Well. Jess the great news is you do not have any new hemorrhages. Trevor can I talk to you outside for just a minute.” He nodded to the door.

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

An idea popped into my head as I jerked Tristan . The monitor started beeping slowly. He was breathing, but his breath hitched at one point. "I know how we can save Tristan," I said, and Jaxon froze, waiting for my solution. "And that is?" Jaxon muttered impatiently. "We have to perform Anti-Brain Mutilation," I said, and he gawked at me, confused. "Meaning?" he asked, and I sighed. "We have to brain-flash Tristan."

MAX Yet again another brain signal test, this time being handled by River. I lay on the hospital bed, trying to calm my racing thoughts as River attached sensors to my head and wrists. He was running some special tests on my brain to measure my energy levels, and I was more than a little nervous. "Okay, Max, just relax," River said, his voice soothing and calm. "This is going to be a piece of cake. Or, you know, a piece of pie. I'm more of a pie person myself."