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I Love You Like An Alcoholic

Summary:

I came to share my cringe fics with the pvz tag now have old zombie men get a divorce

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(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

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Professor Brainstorm has finally decided he was done with all of Doctor Edgar Zomboss' bullshit. He wasn't sure exactly what it was that finally broke him. Maybe it was one negative comment too many, maybe it was the way Edgar was after his armies suffered a loss due to factors beyond their control and understanding, maybe it was the way the shorter man got too angry too quick and was so full of himself to not see any other reason of why a problem was caused as to not seem wrong. Brainstorm still loved him, but it was hurting himself by doing so. He had no other choice; he had to leave Edgar. Brainstorm didn't know if his undead heart would ever recover from his final decision. Yet he knew he would recover mentally, it was for the better of course.

The professor skimmed over the divorce papers in his hands. Today is the day he'd tell Edgar. The two had been in love for what seemed like centuries but Edgar's love for Brainstorm had seemed to fade away overtime. Brainstorm had become the chore that Edgar obviously didn't want. Their wedding was beautiful, Brainstorm could remember it like it was yesterday, how nice it all was. It was not time to dwell on a burning memory. He entered Zomboss' office, the sound if him entering caused Zomboss to turn around in his chair to face the professor. Zomboss' face stopped to one of annoyance upon seeing the man, "Oh what could you possibly want now, Dear?" Edgar groaned. The term 'dear' no longer sat right as it sounded more mocking than loving.

Brainstorm dropped the papers infront of Zomboss and said nothing. Edgar's face turned to a bit of nervousness, "What are these, Dear?" He said trying not to stammer. "Divorce papers, Edgar. I want a divorce." Brainstorm said directly. "D-divorce? Dear, I'm sure there are better ways to settle our issue-" "I want a divorce Edgar. You've had your chance on multiple occasions to fix what was broken but instead you didn't. I became the chore you didn't want. Hell, on our last date night you did nothing but tell me how bored you were! I'm sorry Edgar, but I think we're over." Brainstorm ranted, trying his best not to cry, why was that so damn hard? Edgar did nothing but solemnly nod and sign the papers.