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Bradley was... struggling to say the least. He kept trying to run away from Milo, as if that would stop the probability ions from clinging to him. But no matter how much distance he gained on Milo, stuff kept happening.
It felt like the world was falling apart around him. Bradley just wanted to get home.
But unfortunately, even if he went home it wouldn't make things better. He just wanted things to STOP.
But he wouldn't be so lucky.
A dog started barking at him, biting on his plant arm (which still hurt). Bradley managed to get away, but the dog chased him into an alley, and Bradley scrambled onto a car.
A bunch of oil fell from the sky suddenly in a ring, startling the dog away.
A lucky break.
The oil lit on fire.
So maybe not.
How did Murphy deal with this all the time? Did he not get anything done?
This was going to be the end of Bradley Nicholson. Killed by Murphy's stupid Law.
This was really weird, and Milo DID NOT like it. He'd had light days before, but this was no light day. Everything felt off. He felt as light as a feather, and as heavy as a rock at the same time.
It wasn't that Murphy's Law was gone per se... it just... didn't feel like Murphy's Law.
But if he had any chance of returning to normal he had to see this through.
Not just for his sake, but for Bradley's too.
In theory, it should have been easy to find Bradley, after all one of them was used to navigating around with Murphy's Law and it WAS NOT Bradley.
Fortunately, Milo just had to wait a minute, in the eerie calm of the current moment, before the familiar sounds of calamity caught his attention, and Milo was off.
Milo found Bradley sitting in the middle of a ring of fire, atop an old broken down rusty car. Getting cut would not be pleasant. Milo pulled out a fire extinguisher, and put out a section of the fire, just enough to get through to Bradley safely.
"Come on, let's go!"
"Don't act like you're trying to help, this is your fault!" Bradley shouted.
Milo hadn't done anything, and he had a feeling that this wasn't exactly Murphy's law at work. But he kept he didn't think telling Bradley that would help anything, even so he snapped, "I don't like this either!"
"So you passed it off on me?" Bradley said.
"No? I meant I don't like NOT having Murphy's Law."
"You LIKE being like this," Bradley asked, "Of course you would like it, all the attention and praise..."
"Well do you want to keep it?" Milo asked dryly.
Bradley didn't respond.
"You KNOW I can't control it," Milo said., "It's not all sunshine and rainbows."
As if to accentuate his point, a flowerpot fell from the sky, and Milo jerked Bradley forward to prevent him from getting hit in the head
"Why in the world else would you want this back?" Bradley asked.
"It's not ALL bad," Milo said, "it makes my life interesting... that doesn't mean I want it to hurt other people..."
"But you do," Bradley snapped, jumping off the car.
"I just don't feel like me without it," Milo said.
"You don't feel like you,"
"It's... I've never known any different," Milo pointed out, "Murphy's Law kicked in the day I was born. It's not like anything's new... but it feels strange without. I feel... off. And everything's so... dreamy. I feel sick, but not sick... does that make sense?"
"No." Bradley said.
"Oh," Milo said, "Well, I don't feel like myself and I don't like it,"
"I get the off feeling. I feel off. I feel all buzzy," Bradley admitted, "I don't like this,"
"Well, then we need to work together to fix it," Milo said.
"Fine," Bradley grumbled, "Of course I get stuck having to work with you, having a plant arm wasn't enough,"
"That is weird," Milo admitted, 'But you know I'm not responsible for every weird thing that every happens,"
"Sure whatever you say," Bradley said, clearly not believing him.
"Well, the sooner we find Dr. D, the sooner we can get this fixed," Milo said.
"You think he'll be able fix it?" Bradley asked, "He's kind of... you know. Pathetic."
"I'm sure he'll be able to help us," Milo assured him, "We'll figure this out,"