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Beavis stood there, he looked down to the bloody scene he created, he didn’t mean to, he really didn’t. He looked at his blood stained clothes, now he’ll really have to buy a new Metallica shirt. He looked down at his hands, all a bloody mess, his mother’s blood. Beavis stared at his hands for a long time, he reimagined what he did 3 minutes ago. How badly he punched his mom, how badly he stabbed her. He felt guilty at first, but now it’s just anger, angry how he could let himself get abused by that woman for years, angry how he blamed himself for his mom leaving for long periods of time. Angry that he didn’t do something sooner.

Beavis snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that Butthead was coming over in a little bit. He thought of what he could do, there’s no way he can bury the body in a span of minutes. Beavis decided to drag the bloody corpse into the bathroom, he dragged the corpse into the bathtub. He pulled the shower curtain over so it would cover it, he looked down to the blood trail that his mother left behind and quickly cleaned it up. There was still a faint stain on the bathroom floor, but there was no way Butthead was gonna notice.

Beavis quickly tried to take off his shirt but he heard the door open from behind him. He looked over at Butthead, he seemed ticked off a bit.

“I tried to call you several times! Where were you all day, bunghole!?” Butthead asked. He crossed his arms and waited for Beavis to answer.

Beavis slowly turned to Butthead, he stood there. Butthead’s eyes widened from the bloody mess on Beavis. He stands back a bit, he actually felt scared. He hesitated to say anything, Butthead didn’t know if he was gonna go all postal on him.

Beavis froze, he stared at Butthead, “I think… I think I did something bad Butthead… Really bad.” Beavis quietly said. He looks down to his bloody hands and quickly back at Butthead.

Butthead walks towards him slowly. “What the hell did you do?!” He yelled. He wanted an explanation now, no matter what happens.

“I- I’m not sure Butthead…” Beavis started off, he looked back at his bloody hands. “But… She deserved it! She got what was coming to her!” He said.

Butthead took a moment to process what Beavis said, “Who? Who did you kill Beavis!?” Butthead yelled, he walked closer to him.

Beavis took a bit to answer, he looked down at the floor. “The slut I call my mom… That stupid fucking whore… But I’m fine now… Why don’t we watch some MTV? Huh Butthead?” Beavis asked quietly. He looked slowly back at him.

“Uhhhhh… Okay… Sure Beavis, whatever you say…” Butthead replied. He felt nervous now, he had never seen Beavis act like this. He walked toward the couch and sat down, he waited for Beavis to come and join him.

Beavis stared off at the bathroom door before going back to sit down next to Butthead. Beavis turned on the TV and started watching. Butthead was on guard the entire time, he felt uncomfortable with Beavis. It was a weird feeling, something he never experienced with him. Butthead stared at all the blood on Beavis, it made him even more uncomfortable.

“Uhhh… Can you maybe… Like take your shirt off?” Butthead asked.

“Heh-heh-heh… Maybe you should listen to what you said first.” Beavis replied, chuckling a bit. He took a cigarette out from his pocket.

“Uhh… Ugh, shut up Beavis!” Butthead yelled. He got annoyed and growled angrily at him. He stared at him, feeling something burn inside of him.

“Heh-heh-hm… Gaywad.” Beavis said. He lit a cigarette and took a hit, then blew it into Butthead’s face.

“Ew, what the hell dude!” Butthead yelled. He then slapped Beavis in the face.

Beavis’ eyes widened, he slowly looked over to Butthead. He put out the cigarette on the couch and stood up.

“Uhhhh… Wait! Don’t kill me Beavis!” Butthead yelled. He covered his face. God, he was acting like such a wuss right now. Beavis grabbed Butthead’s hands and pinned him to the couch.

“You better stop fucking hitting me! I- I swear to god Butthead I’m actually gonna kill you this time! Then I’ll burn your house down and maybe- maybe kill that slut of a mom you have as well!” Beavis yelled, he breathed heavily.

Butthead actually felt scared, he hadn't seen Beavis in such a state in a long time, but he didn’t even know Beavis could be so… Cool.

Butthead nodded frantically and Beavis let him go. Beavis took off his shirt and threw it into his room, he closed the door of his room and walked back. He looked at his undershirt’s white sleeve and saw that some blood got on it, so he decided to keep it on. He went into the bathroom to clean off the rest of the blood on his hands and neck. He looks beside him, where his dead mother laid in the bathtub. He honestly blacked out when he killed her, so he couldn’t remember what happened. He just knows he punched and stabbed her, none other details besides that.

He walked out of the bathroom and sat back on the couch. He watched the tv while watching Butthead at the same time, he for some reason liked seeing Butthead in such a terrified state. Now Beavis had the power, he now felt the joys of being the person above. The one who laughs with them instead of being laughed at, he felt great.

“Uhh… Beavis, switch the channel, I don’t like this music video.” Butthead said quietly. He really felt like he was overruled, he wasn’t the one who was supposed to be afraid of Beavis. He’s the one who should be in charge, the one who should be yelling at Beavis, telling him to shut up. But he didn’t want to die, not this soon, he’s just 21. So he’ll just sit back and listen to Beavis for once, until he kills him. Beavis will probably snap on him one time, but definitely not soon, not now.

“Hmmm… Alright, what would you like the channel to be?” Beavis asked.

“Uhhh… Put a movie on or something.” Butthead replied.

Beavis then found a random movie and played it. He sat back and watched it, but Butthead didn’t let his guard down. He always kept an eye on Beavis,

They watched the movie for a bit until Beavis looked at Butthead, “You know… Do you ever think about where our moms have been in the past 6 years?” He asked. Beavis knew the answer, he just wanted to know Butthead’s opinion on the matter.

“Uhhhh… I guess scoring with dudes or something.” Butthead replied. He didn’t really like talking about this subject all that much, not like he cared about his mother, just that he didn’t like talking about her.

“Yeah… You know… It’s not fair! We've been sitting here for years, not scoring, while- While! Our moms have been! It’s- It’s not fair!” Beavis said. He started waving his arms around angrily. “Well… Not anymore…” He said quietly.

“Settle down, Beavis!” Butthead yelled. He wanted to hit him, oh so badly. But he surprisingly stopped himself, he held his hand tightly. He looked back up at Beavis who was stuttering words he couldn’t comprehend.

“And- And- And like… They chose to leave us! So it’s like… They’re the bad people! Not- Not us!” Beavis said.

Butthead just let him ramble while he zoned out. He stared at the window, watching a squirrel climb up a tree. He fidgeted a piece of his long hair, twirling it in his fingers, letting it fall back on his shoulder. He then looked back to Beavis to see he stopped and now watching tv again.

They resumed their normal routine as usual, watching tv. But just something different. Beavis thought everything was cool, all he did was just… A simple thing. Just another leaf to disappear into the wind. Butthead didn’t, he knew Beavis wasn’t normal, but not like this. No… Way worse than normal. Beavis was a killer, a murderer. Something that Butthead never expected of him to be. He always thought Beavis would be cracked out somewhere under a bridge, soon to be dead. Butthead knows he does that stuff, Beavis doesn’t. But, besides that would probably be better than being a murderer.

Butthead wanted to leave, he just wanted to walk out and forget this even happened. Disappearing without a trace. But he just sat there, waiting until night. But he really did want to get up, he needed to go to the bathroom.

“I’ll be back, Beavis.” He said. He got up and walked toward the bathroom door.

Beavis felt uneasy, “Wait!” He yelled.

“Huh? What do you want?” Butthead asked. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face Beavis.

“Uhhhhhmmm… Just… Nevermind…” Beavis said nervously. He watched as Butthead walked into the bathroom, his foot tapping the whole time. He needed to bury that body and just forget that he even killed his mom. Pretend she’s still away, simple as that!

Butthead walked into the bathroom, he stood in front of the toilet. “Wet my whistle. Huh-huh-huh.” He said. He chuckled some more before finishing up. He walked toward the sink, not like he was gonna wash his hands, he looked at himself in the mirror, he remembered something important, so, he opened the door of the mirror. He looked around until he saw it, he grabbed the pill bottle and took it out. He examined it, he took the lid out and counted the pills. “20, still 20. That lying bastard.” Butthead said quietly.

They went to the nurse’s office one time in school, just an excuse to skip class. But apparently Beavis got tested for having ADHD, and the results he got were positive, so the nurse prescribed him some pills. That was five years ago. Beavis took them sometimes, he wasn’t sure if it actually helped, but he took 2 every couple of months. Butthead took note of this, so he counted if Beavis really did take them. Butthead wasn’t sure why he even did that, why he took such a stupid responsibility. But Beavis hasn’t been taking any up until now, it had been a year since he took them according to the amount. So Beavis had been lying to him and he was a fool to believe him.

He set the pill bottle back into the cabinet and shut the mirror door. He looked at himself for a while, he never liked how he looked. Like he told Beavis that he was hot, trying to make him inferior to Beavis, but he never really meant it. Butthead thought that even if he was good looking, he still wouldn’t score. No matter how hard he tried to rub it all away, it was still there. He always scratched his face, almost making it bleed, just to hide what filth he had on his face.

Nobody likes a disgusting man.

That rung in his ear, he remembered his mom saying that before running away again. He frowned slightly, he breathed heavily as he continued to stare at himself, getting irritated by it. He suddenly punched the mirror, he felt the shards of glass dig into his skin, he just let it sit in it for a while. Butthead slowly moved his hand to the sink, he watched as little lines of blood go down his hand before turning on the water.

Butthead picked out some of the shards that were in his skin and let the water do the rest. He looked at the damage he did to the mirror, it wasn’t too bad, well you can see yourself multiple times, but it doesn’t matter.

He dried his hand with a towel that was on the floor, it had a weird reddish blue color to it, but he ignored it. Butthead walked out of the bathroom and back onto the couch. He was greeted by Beavis.

“Hey Butthead! Heh-heh Uh- How’s it going?” He asked. He smiled a bit at him.

Butthead felt even more irritated. “So are you going to pretend you didn’t even do anything wrong?” Butthead asked. He stared at Beavis with an annoyed look.

Beavis stared blankly at him, “What do you mean? What did I do?” He asked.

Butthead got annoyed more, he wasn’t sure if he was being serious or he was being a smart ass to him. But he tried to calm himself down, failing miserably, “The hell do you mean?! You’re just going to ignore the fact you, Beavis, KILLED your mom? Huh?!” He yelled.

Beavis started breathing heavily, he looked at Butthead blankly even more. He wasn’t sure if he was going to start crying or start screaming at Butthead. So, he just stared at him, something about it made Butthead feel uneasy. Beavis’ piercing eyes gazing upon him, large pupils cutting into him. Butthead wasn’t sure what to say or do, Beavis’ eyes put him in some trance.

Beavis hesitated to even say anything, he started muttering words to himself before actually speaking up and attempting to form a sentence.

“Hm, I- Listen- I…” Beavis couldn’t finish, he felt a lump in his throat beginning to form. He looked away from Butthead, he clenched his fist tightly. Beavis tried to calm himself down, he felt his eyes begin to water. He rubbed his eyes, only for him to start silently crying. He didn’t want to feel weak in front of Butthead like this, Beavis quickly got up and walked to his room.

Butthead’s eyes widened as he watched Beavis lock himself in his room. He only saw him cry one time, a long time ago. He didn’t know what to do, his gut told him to get up and run out of this house, but his mind told him to see if Beavis was ok. Butthead hesitated to do anything, so he just sat there.

After a couple of minutes, Beavis walked out of his bedroom and back to the couch. Butthead still heard sniffs from Beavis, but he chose not to say anything.

Beavis pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a big hit and blew it into the air, his leg shaking a bit. He sighed loudly before taking another hit of the cigarette. Beavis glanced at Butthead, “You want a hit?” He asked.

“Uhh… Sure.” Butthead responded. He took the cigarette from Beavis and began to smoke it, Butthead was getting used to smoking cigarettes. Usually, Beavis would share some of his cigarettes to Butthead, but today was different. Beavis realized that he was out, he groaned and looked over at Butthead.

“Give me it.” Beavis grabbed the cigarette and proceeded to smoke the rest of it. He put the rest of it out on the couch, he looked over at Butthead. “Come on, let’s go to the MaxiMart.” He said, looking through his pockets for money.

“We don’t have any, we spent it all on beer the other day.” Butthead said.

Beavis stomped loudly and groaned in frustration. That made Butthead irritated a bit, why is he complaining? Out of all things he’s complaining about not having any cash?

“God damnit! You sure we don’t have any left?” Beavis asked.

“No. We don’t, Beavis. Now can you stop asking?!” Butthead said. He slapped Beavis, he needed to knock some sense back into him. Beavis fell back on the couch, he rubbed the area where Butthead had slapped him.

Beavis felt the anger raise in his bloodstreams, the fire inside him began to burn. He clenched his teeth as he lunged at Butthead. Beavis wanted to go for the throat, but Butthead was prepared this time, he kicked Beavis in the nads before he could lay a scratch on him.

Beavis dropped onto the floor, he groaned in pain. Butthead quickly got up and watched Beavis lay there.

“God damn you, Butthead.” Beavis quietly said. Once again Beavis felt that same pain of defeat, the one feeling he’s had for years. He didn’t want that anymore, that feeling that no matter how hard he tried, he could never defeat Butthead. Beavis wanted to be the one who’s laughing while Butthead is on the ground, shaking and crying. “Maybe one day.” He thought to himself, but why can’t that day be now? Why doesn’t he just do that thing he did to his mom, but with Butthead? Just don’t kill him, no, that’s way too much.

Beavis snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Butthead yelling at him. “Hey! What the hell are you still laying there? Get up!”

Beavis grunted in frustration, he slowly got up from the floor and faced Butthead. They stared at each other for a moment before Butthead spoke back up again.

“Well… How are we gonna find more money? Maybe think about it instead of sitting there being some wussy complainer!” He yelled.

“Fine! What the hell do you propose then?! You expect me to think of everything?!” Beavis yelled back.

“Ugh! Whatever! Jesus Christ, at least I’m trying to think of something!” Butthead yelled. He fell back onto the couch, he tapped his foot.

Beavis did the same, he actually tried to think of a way to get money. It has to be quick and easy, they’re definitely not gonna work for it. Beavis came up with the conclusion… His mother’s corpse. She has to have at least some money from “work”. Beavis quickly ran to the bathroom and to the tub. He pulled the shower curtain back and revealed his mother, he flipped her over and reached for the pockets. He found $73, a small bag with pills, and a pack of cigarettes. Beavis put the bag in his pocket and grabbed the pack. There were only 3 cigarettes left, he groaned and also put the pack in his pocket. He finally grabbed the money and stood up, he took one more long look at his mother before closing the shower curtain.

Beavis walked from the bathroom and back into the living room. He showed Butthead the money.

“Woah, where’d you get that?” Butthead asked. He tried to snatch it from Beavis, but he quickly put it in his pocket.

“Uhmm… I just like found it, you know?” Beavis said. He smiled awkwardly at Butthead and walked toward the door.

“You’re just gonna walk out with that on? You have… Blood on it.” Butthead asked.

Beavis stopped and turned around. He looked down at his white sleeve and remembered the blood stain on it.

“Oh- Yeah, yeah. My bad, can I borrow one of your shirts? I need to wash my other ones.” Beavis responded. He quickly took his undershirt off and went into his room.

“Uhh… Sure, I probably have some here.” Butthead said. He followed Beavis into his room and looked on the floor. He found an old AC/DC shirt that didn’t fit him anymore and tossed it to Beavis.

“Thanks… Hey- Hey Butthead, I remember when you used to wear this!” Beavis said. He smiled softly as he put the shirt on.

“Yeah… Alright, come on.” Butthead said. They began to walk out of Beavis’ house and down the street to the MaxiMart.

Their town, Highland, never really changed that much over the years. Some buildings were abandoned or destroyed. People that Beavis and Butthead knew died or packed up and left, they found that very amusing. But something that they enjoyed was that the forest stayed the same, they usually went into there in their youth to find weird bugs or play in the creek.

But they stopped after some time because “It’s for wussy little kids” But deep down, they both wanted to relive those memories.

Beavis and Butthead walked until they saw the front entrance of the MaxiMart. They walked in and got some snacks. Beavis looked over to the cashier, not paying attention, he quickly pocketed a candy bar, Butthead saw that and scoffed. Beavis also grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the rack. After they got what they needed, they walked toward the cash register.

“Wait, shouldn’t we get beer?” Butthead asked.

“No! You’ll just drink it all up again and won’t leave me any!” Beavis responded. He slammed the money on the table.

The cashier looked over to them, she examined their looks. “Are you guys even old enough to drink?” The cashier asked. She gave them a concerned look.

“Uhm… Of course we are! See- See!” He pulled the collar of his shirt down. “I have a tattoo! And like… You need p… pare… parent per… Misson… And my mom has been gone for years!” Beavis yelled.

The cashier got taken aback, she took a moment to collect herself again. “I see sir… Well, here’s your change, 29.21, have a good day.” She said quickly.

Beavis grabbed everything and walked out, Butthead walked toward the lady, he leaned over the counter, “Uhh… Don’t mind him, baby. He has some pieces missing from the puzzle, if you get what I’m saying.” He said. He smirked a bit and the lady made a disgusted look.

Butthead got off the counter and walked back outside. Beavis looked over and saw him. He began the walk back home, Butthead following behind.

“Here grab your stuff.” Beavis said. He leaned over for Butthead to get his items from Beavis’ hands.

“You should’ve asked for a bag, dude.” Butthead said. He examined the items he got and looked back at Beavis.

“Mm hm… Probably.” Beavis said.

The walk back home was in silence, with occasional laughing from time to time, but just silence overall. Until Butthead thought back on something earlier.

Butthead looked over to Beavis, he looked at the tattoo on his neck, it was just lines around it, like something doctors do for surgery, Butthead always thought it was stupid. “Why did you show her your tattoo?” He asked.

“Huh? Oh! Uhm… Cause I didn’t have my info card, and like… That was the only thing I could think to show.” Beavis replied.

“Oh… Uh- Alright.” Butthead said. He didn’t even know Beavis had one of those, probably expired if anything.

They walked back to Beavis’ house, they set their items on the counter in the kitchen and sat down on the couch. The sky had turned a reddish orange color by the time everything settled down. Beavis’ thoughts about his mother completely vanished, he forgot she was even in the bathroom tub. But in the back of Butthead’s mind, the lingering sensation of fear. Fear that Beavis is going to snap in the middle of the night and kill him. Butthead never really feared death, that was nonexistent in his mind, but now, it seemed to be closer to him.

Butthead yawned a bit and looked over to Beavis. He was smoking a cigarette, as normal. Somehow the smell didn’t snap him out of his thoughts. He looked to the side of the couch and leaned his head on it, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Beavis finished up his cigarette and put it out on his side of the couch. He saw that Butthead had fallen asleep so he decided to do the same. He leaned back on the couch and fell asleep.

Beavis opened his eyes, he was on the couch, but something was different with his house. Everything was darker, the air was cold, the windows were blacked out, so he couldn’t see outside. The walls were cracked with water stains running down, the carpet was damp and filled with leaves. He reached down to pick one up, the leaf instantly crumpled into dust, he wiped it back onto the ground. Beavis looked over to the other side of the couch, Butthead wasn’t there, only a few petals of black roses were left.

Beavis felt his stomach grow in pain, like a stabbing sensation. He decided to get up, only to be filled with pain. He wasn’t sure what, he started walking around slowly, each step with a poke of pain. He felt like he was stepping on glass shards with every step. He tried to walk more but he instantly collapsed on the floor after forcing himself to take more steps. He laid on the floor, groaning from the sharp pain in his feet and stomach.

All of a sudden he saw a flash of light coming from in front of him, he couldn’t see what it was, so he crawled towards it. Beavis felt the wetness of the carpet on his hands, it was a weird feeling, but he proceeded on. He got midway toward the light when he felt a grip on his ankles, he looked behind him. All he saw was a black shadowy figure, he couldn’t tell what it resembled. He tried to kick the figure away only to be dragged across the room, he felt the wetness of the carpet begin rising. Beavis saw the water rise around him, he felt the water soaking into his clothes, the smell of pond water rising in his nose. Before Beavis knew, he was completely surrounded in water, he felt the grip tighten and pulled him down more.

His sight was completely lost, the complete darkness of the water blinded him. Beavis wanted to scream, but he couldn’t, the water drowned out the noise. The only thing left was Beavis and the shadowy figure. He felt pain in his stomach rise again, he felt a sharp thorn go into his back and out his stomach, a dark blackness began to go into his skin and veins. Beavis looked over to his hand, all covered in some inky substance. He looked down to where the thorn had pierced him, somehow he didn’t feel it.

Beavis began coughing uncontrollably, he was coughing so much it hurt his throat. He began coughing up blood, but it wasn’t completely blood, it was mixed with that inky substance, making it difficult to breathe. He kept coughing for a long time, to the point Beavis thought that his heart was gonna come out. It was Hell, all of this was Hell, Beavis didn’t know why he was here. He didn’t know what this figure was, he couldn’t think, all he could hear was a thumping noise, something like a heartbeat. It kept getting louder and louder, it made Beavis anxious. The next thing Beavis could do is just lay in a sea of water, he felt the drowsiness of the thumping stop.

Beavis slowly closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the water slowly blanket him. The only thing was just him now, he felt the presence of the figure disappear. Just him.

Beavis woke up in a cold sweat, he breathed heavily as he looked over to Butthead, still sleeping. The sun had completely disappeared, the only light he had was the street lights from outside. He quickly got up to the bathroom, he turned on the water and splashed it on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror only to see it was broken, he looked down at the sink and saw little drops of blood.

“Butthead… Why did you punch the mirror you butthole…” Beavis said to himself. He splashed his face with water one more time.

He took a deep breath before walking back out. He sat back down on the couch, but he couldn’t go back to sleep. Beavis’ leg started shaking again, he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit it and began to smoke it, he still felt a little anxious, but not too much anymore.

Beavis leaned back a bit, he blew the smoke into the air, he took a few more hits before putting it out on the armrest of the couch. He titled his head up so he could see the ceiling, closing his eyes slowly, drifting off to sleep.

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Beavis woke up from the smell of food. He blinked a few times and lifted his head from the couch. He squinted his eyes to see where Butthead was.

“Butthead?” Beavis said quietly. He stood up from the couch and walked toward the smell.

Beavis ended up wandering into the kitchen, he saw Butthead leaning against the counter, looking outside while eating nachos.

“What are you doing?” Beavis asked.

Butthead looked over to Beavis, he stood up straight. “Uhh… Nothing… I just went over to the MaxiMart to get morning nachos. You didn’t wake up when I yelled at you, so I just went.” He said.

Beavis blinked a few times, he looked at the clock on the oven. “11:28am” it read. He looked back at Butthead. “Oh yeah… I had like… A bad dream or something and like it was weird and stuff.” Beavis said.

“I didn’t ask, Beavis. Huh-huh-huh.” Butthead said. He chuckled more as he ate some nachos.

Beavis got a little irritated, “Fine! Let me have some then, Fartknocker!” He yelled. He tried to steal the container of nachos, but Butthead slapped him before he could do anything.

“No way! It’s your fault you didn’t wake up and had some weird dream.” Butthead said. He watched as Beavis stormed off back into the living room.

Butthead chuckled to himself as he ate more nachos. He stopped after he heard a loud crashing noise, he started walking toward the noise. When he was walking toward the living room he saw the bathroom door left open and peeked inside.

“God damnit Beavis!” Butthead yelled. He ran toward Beavis, he grabbed him to turn him around.

Butthead saw that Beavis had blood trickling down his forehead. He looked over and saw that the mirror was completely shattered now. He dragged Beavis to the couch and sat him down. Butthead hurried back to the bathroom and grabbed some bandaids, he walked back to Beavis.

Blood, it had to be blood. Butthead just hated the sight of it, it just sucks. He didn’t understand why humans have blood, what even is it? It’s just some stupid liquid in your body, what use does it have?

But, Butthead proceeded to put the bandaids on Beavis, poorly placed. He then tried to snap Beavis out of his dazed state.

“Hey! Snap out of it, dillhole!” Butthead yelled. He slapped Beavis and that made him perk up a bit.

“AH! What?! Huh!?” Beavis yelled. He looked around and back at Buttnead.

“You like… Banged your head on the mirror like a dumbass.” Butthead said.

“Ugh! Shut up! You’re the one who did it first!” Beavis said.

“Huh? I’m not a dumbass like you and-“ He stopped for a moment, he needed to think about what Beavis was talking about. He thought back when he punched the mirror. “Well… At least I didn’t hurt my face!” Butthead yelled.

“AH! Just shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! I’m done having this- this argument with you!” Beavis said. He got off the couch and stormed off in his room.

“Fine! Go hide like some wuss! I don’t care!” Butthead yelled. He saw the door slam and he sat down on the couch.

Butthead stared back at the tv, he looked for the remote to turn it on. Once he did, he switched it to some boxing match. He found that quite interesting, seeing how cool it was to watch 2 dudes fight. It would be even cooler if it was a battle to the death. But at last, he was at peace again. He was kinda glad that Beavis did that, he didn’t want to be around him right now. Butthead felt more on edge whenever Beavis was around now, he didn’t like it. Not one bit.

But something Butthead knew was that Beavis was a coward. Even if Beavis one day snaps on him, he’s not gonna do much. Of course that was Butthead’s ego talking, his big stupid ego. Of course it couldn’t be enough to cover his failures and disappointments. Always lingering, never really disappearing.

He also knew that Beavis would probably come out of his room soon, he never really held a grudge. But Butthead continued watching Tv, he heard a door creak open and looked over. Beavis was dragging clothes from his room and on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Butthead asked.

“Uhm, I’m like, gonna do laundry or something, cause like… Yeah.” Beavis replied.

“Do you even know how to do laundry?” Butthead asked.

“Yeah- Yeah! I think I remember…” Beavis said.

Beavis then proceeded to lift some of the clothes up and walked toward the laundry room. He set the clothes down and looked around for detergent, he lifted the container and took the cap off.

“Uhm… Hey Butthead! What do I do first!?” Beavis yelled.

Butthead sighed loudly and got up from the couch. He walked to where Beavis was. He pushed him out of the way and grabbed the detergent, he poured some in the empty washer and started it.

“So like, wait a few seconds and put the clothes in, dumbass.” Butthead said. He chuckled a bit to himself and walked back to the living room.

Beavis growled quietly and looked over to the washer. He lifted the lid and saw water rising, he quickly put it back down. He waited a few more minutes and lifted it back up and threw the clothes in, he closed it up and walked away.

Beavis walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch. He looked over at Butthead, he stared at him for a long time.

“Your hair is getting long, you should like… Cut it.” Beavis said.

Butthead looked over at him, he scoffed, “No way! I like it this way, besides you're the one talking, your hair is like… Way longer than mine!” He said.

“Nuh uh! My hair just goes down to my shoulders, yours goes down to your back.” Beavis said. He then showed Butthead the length of his hair, turning around.

“Huh, oh yeah. Huh-huh-huh. It’s like lion hair or something. You know?” Butthead said. He then put his hand on Beavis’ hair, making Beavis jump up. His instincts kicked in and he slapped Butthead’s hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” Beavis shouted. He leaned away from Butthead, he tried to smooth his hair out. “Can’t let the chicks see me with jagged hair, come on Butthead…” he said.

“Not like you would score any.” Butthead said quietly. He chuckled a bit to himself.

“Shut up, Butthead, guys would probably think you're a girl… Heh-heh-heh. And they would like, try to score with you.” Beavis said. He started giggling a lot, he saw how much anger Butthead had in his eyes, he absolutely loved it.

“No way Beavis! That would be gay and stuff! I’m not some homo-American!” Butthead said. He saw how much Beavis was giggling at him, it angered him deeply. Butthead gripped the edge of the couch, forcing himself not to slap Beavis at this very moment.

Beavis continued giggling, he had that shit eating grin Butthead hated. He looked away from Beavis, he grinded his teeth together.

“Heh-heh-heh. What’s next? Then you gonna dress up like a girl, and- and like… Kiss boys?” Beavis said. He couldn’t help but have the biggest smile on his face. One of the best things to him was making Butthead angry as hell, it was funny to him. But he flew too close to the sun this time, next thing he knew Butthead was straggling him.

“God damnit, Beavis! I’m not some boy kisser!” He yelled. He banged Beavis’ head on the armrest of the couch repeatedly. Beavis tried to get out of his hold, but he just couldn’t. All Beavis could see is how pissed off Butthead was, probably the most angry he’s ever been. It almost scared Beavis somewhat, Butthead’s eyes were filled with fury.

“Ack! Butthead…” Beavis tried to breathe, he couldn’t. He tried to force his way out of Butthead’s grasp. Beavis tried to swing his fist to punch Butthead, he succeeded and swung right in his face. Butthead stumbled off the couch, he hit his head on the corner of the table before falling on the floor. Beavis lifted himself up and he hurried off the couch, he stared down at Butthead. He waited a few minutes to see if he would get up.

He didn’t. Not one muscle moved.

“Butthead? Uhhh… Woah.” Beavis said quietly, a few moments went by, he started snickering at Butthead. Beavis couldn’t help but smile, what if he was dead? He didn’t know why, but it made him feel such bliss. But why? His best friend could be dead, why is he feeling joyous? It’s such a terrible thing to even feel that way towards, but Beavis couldn’t help but laugh. Was this that feeling of winning? It’s such a wonderful feeling, no wonder Butthead likes kicking his ass.

Beavis kicked Butthead’s leg, he waited a few minutes. Still nothing, “Huh… Uhm… Butthead this isn’t funny, can you get up?” Beavis crawled on the floor toward Butthead’s face. He lifted his head up, “Hey! Butthead! Butthead!” He yelled. He tried to slap him a couple of times, but suddenly Butthead yanked his head up.

“AH! Get the hell off me, you pervert!” Butthead yelled. He then took Beavis’ hand and twisted it.

“AH! DON’T TOUCH ME!” Beavis yelled. He ripped his hand from Butthead’s grasp and crawled away from him. Butthead sat up and stared at Beavis angrily, he rubbed the back of his head.

“Ouch… I’m not bleeding am I?” Butthead asked, he then turned around to show Beavis.

“Uhm… No, doesn’t look like it…” Beavis replied.

“Okay good, I would kick your ass if my head didn’t hurt so bad. God damnit, Beavis.” Butthead said. He lifted himself onto the couch and rested his head on the armrest.

Beavis got off the floor to go sit down next to Butthead, “Hey, move your legs out of the way! You’re on my side!” Beavis said. He then pushed Butthead’s legs up to sit down. He found the remote and turned the channel to something good.

“Tv sucks now! We have all these channels and all of them suck! Not one of these have fire, chicks, or- Oh hey! That’s that one movie! Butthead look!” Beavis tapped Butthead’s leg a bunch of times until he focused his attention to the tv.

“Uhhhh… Oh yeah. Isn’t that one where like… They go into the woods to find some chick?” Butthead asked.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! And like… She’s those people who make potions and put spells on people!” Beavis said.

“That’s called a witch, Beavis.” Butthead said. He turned his head back up to the ceiling.

“Heh-heh-heh. You said bitch.” Beavis said, he giggled a bit. Looking over at Butthead.

“Uhhh… Huh, I guess I did. Huh-huh-huh. Bitch.” Butthead said. Both of them started laughing for a while. But that was short lived after some time.

“Hey Beavis, if I was a witch I would like… Put a spell on me that would make chicks score with me.” Butthead said. He smiled widely at the idea.

“No way! Cause like, I would do it first and all the chicks would go to me!” Beavis replied.

“Uh… No, cause like, I would first put a spell on you that didn’t allow you to use spells.” Butthead said.

“Whatever, shut up Butthead.” Beavis growled. He leaned back on the couch, having his arms crossed. His foot tapping a bit in some rhythm he thought of.

The two watched Tv for some time, changing the channel often. Butthead still felt a pain in the back of his head, so he got up to go look for some pain killers. He walked toward the bathroom, he opened whatever was left of the mirror door. He looked up and down the shelves for any, he didn’t find it. He groaned in frustration and shut the door. Butthead looked down at the ground of the bathroom.

He traced the lines of the tiles, each going off in a separate direction, but he stayed in a straight line until he got to a particular spot, an odd spot. All the other lines were a faint white, but this one had a brownish red to it. He examined the tiles around it and found it had the same color to it.

Butthead felt some kind of worry, but why? Nothing was wrong, but something made him feel uncomfortable. He suddenly realized that there was more of that color around on different tiles. He followed it until it got to the bathtub, his heart sank when he saw stained blood on the rim of the tub. He felt that scared feeling again, he didn’t like it. But something pushed him to want to look in the bathtub, so he placed his hand on the curtain. Butthead opened the curtain as fast as he could.

His eyes widened to what he saw, Shirley, dead cold, stone cold. His breathing started getting faster and heavier.

“BEAVIS! Get the fuck in here right now!” Butthead yelled.

Beavis picked his head up from the couch, he thought it was pretty serious if Butthead was swearing like that. So he got up quickly and ran toward the bathroom. “What?! Oh…” Beavis said. He stood still, looking at his mother and back at Butthead. He felt that same feeling yesterday, that painful feeling of loss, slowly reforming into anger.

Butthead stared at Beavis, he waited for him to do something, anything. Nothing, he just stood there. Butthead snapped out of it and walked toward Beavis, “Hey! Dumbass!” He yelled.

Beavis stared at Butthead directly in his eyes, “Hm? Yeah?” He asked. He started giggling nervously.

Butthead was about to strike him when he saw how glossy Beavis’ eyes were. He felt guilty, he shouldn’t. Beavis was the bad one here, not him, he’s the one who murdered Shirley, his own mother.

“Beavis…” He started. He looked back at the corpse and back at him. He put his hands on Beavis’ shoulders, “We have to get rid of the body, I think we can like, go to jail because of this.” He said.

Beavis looked around the room, then back at Butthead. He frowned slightly, “Hm… Yeah. Alright. But how? We can’t just make it disappear.” He asked.

Butthead thought of ways, but the only way he thought of was the traditional way, burying it. “Uhhhh… We can like… Bury her in the backyard, we have a shovel.” He suggested.

“Hm… Why can’t we just put her in the trash? That’s what she would’ve wanted.” Beavis said.

“Uh… No, that’s what you want, Beavis. Besides, people could easily find it, dumbass.” Butthead said.

“Hey! It’s my mom, and I get to do whatever with her! Heh-heh-heh. Can we like… Burn her body instead?” Beavis asked. He smiled widely at the idea and took out his lighter from his pocket.

“What? No! People will smell it… Then we’re gonna get arrested!” Butthead yelled.

“Ohhh yeah… Alright, let’s bury her. Come on, help me drag her outside.” Beavis said. He passed Butthead and walked toward the bathtub.

“Huh? No, not yet. Then someone can come over and see the dead body! You are one hell of an idiot, Beavis.” Butthead said.

“Shut up! Uhm… Oh! We can put sunglasses on her, like in that one movie and like… Drag her around everywhere!” Beavis suggested.

Butthead stared down Beavis, he groaned angrily. “Come on, dillhole!” Butthead yelled. Butthead walked outside and Beavis followed behind.

Butthead looked around for the shovel, he found it perfectly placed on the side of the house. He grabbed it and tossed it to Beavis. “Here, since it’s your mom, you get to dig the grave.” He said.

Beavis growled quietly and began digging. Obviously, he didn’t know a thing how to do it, so he mostly just spread dirt around. He did that for about five minutes before he got distracted by a strange noise. Beavis looked around for anything that could’ve caused it… Nothing.

Beavis heard a ringing in his ears, it was an awful sound. He covered his ears just to make it disappear, but it grew louder. He gripped his hair, almost ripping some off. Beavis heard whispers next, telling him to do such things, bad things, horrible things. His breathing was heavy and fast, he felt sweat going down his face. He heard the whispers grow louder, almost yelling at him.

“Beavis! Beavis! BEAVIS! The end days are coming! You must prepare!” Or “The new day is upon us! You must bring sacrifices!” He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he didn’t like it. Those phrases kept repeating in his head until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Beavis! What the hell are you doing?” Beavis looked back and saw Butthead. His breathing began to slow down, making himself calm down easier.

“Oh, uhm… Nothing! Nothing at all, Butthead!” Beavis said. He laughed nervously.

“Whatever…” Butthead peeked over Beavis’ shoulder and saw no progress. “Dude! You didn’t even dig anything! Here, let me do it since you're so incapable of doing something simple like this.” Butthead took the shovel from the ground and started digging. He had more skill than Beavis so he actually dug into the earth.

Butthead dug a decent hole, but not enough for a whole dead body, so Beavis started helping, he started digging with his hands. Dirt getting into his fingernails. But the two kept digging until the sun was over the horizon. By that time, the hole was big enough for a whole dead body, it wasn’t deep, but they didn’t care.

“Okay Beavis… Go get your mom.” Butthead ordered.

“What?! I thought you were gonna help me carry her out!” Beavis said.

“Uhhh… No. It’s your mom, and like, you’re the one who killed her.” Butthead said.

Beavis groaned and walked back into the house. He went into the bathroom, he froze when he saw his mother again. He felt a powerful weight on his shoulders, he needed to walk, but his shoes were stone. He couldn’t move at all, so he just stared at the corpse. Beavis glanced down at all her features, he remembered as a child that everyone would say he looked like her. He thought that was a compliment, but now he absolutely hated it. He didn’t want to look like his mother, he didn’t want to look like her at all. Beavis never wanted to see her again, but he thought that she would change, but… No one could ever change, no matter how hard you try, they’ll always have that part of them within their soul, never actually disappear.

Beavis began walking, he went up to the bathtub and lifted up the corpse. He placed it on the floor and began dragging it outside, he opened the back door and walked toward Butthead.

“There you are! Took you long enough!” Butthead said. He crossed his arms.

Beavis said nothing, he dragged the body toward the hole, throwing it into it. He took the shovel and began burying the corpse, it was much easier than digging. Butthead stood back and watched as Beavis completely covered the body with dirt. It was pretty good work for someone who has never done this before.

The two stood before the grave, Butthead was going to leave when Beavis stopped him.

“Hey! I wanna like, say some words, that’s what you do at a funeral.” Beavis said. Butthead walked back toward Beavis and waited for him to start. Beavis looked down at the grave, he looked around and saw some dandelions. He ran toward it and picked them, he walked back.

Beavis looked at the dandelions and back at the grave, he thought about what he wanted to say, he thought long and hard about it.

“Uhm… So like… I would like to say that… I’m sorry for killing you mom… You like birthed me… And it’s like, I took your life away and that’s not how it’s supposed to go. But also… You had it coming, you know?” Beavis started. Butthead looked over to him, confused.

“Yeah, you got what you deserved! You left me for… 6 years, definitely a lot more through my childhood, but- but you know how much pain I felt?! Huh, Huh?!” Beavis felt that fire start in him, he grinded his teeth.

“Settle down, Beavis!” Butthead yelled.

“SHUT UP YOU SON OF A BITCH! JUST SHUT UP! You understand how much pain this- this- this- Slut I call a mom has done to me?! And- and your mom has done the same!” Beavis yelled.

Butthead looked over at him, he twitched his eye a bit at him.

“Yeah! That’s right! I’m actually glad you're dead, mom! I’m just thrilled that I had the guts to finally do something right! And that’s killing you!” Beavis yelled. He threw the dandelions at the grave, he smiled widely.

“Beavis-” Butthead started until he heard screaming. He looked over to Beavis, he saw that it wasn’t from him. Both of them looked over, it was none other than their “best friend” Stewart Stevenson.

“Beavis! You… You killed someone?!” Stewart asked nervously. His hands were shaky, he walked toward them a bit.

“AH! Get out of here Stewart! I’m trying to mourn my dead mom!” Beavis yelled.

“Ugh, Settle down Beavis! You were just rambling about how much you’re glad your mom is dead!” Butthead yelled.

“You killed your mom, Beavis?!” Stewart asked. His eyes widened. “How could you do such a thing?!” He added.

“Shut up Stewart! If you don’t get out of here then you’re next!” Beavis yelled.

Stewart gasped audibly, he had the most worried look on his face. Beavis didn’t know why, but he absolutely loved how much fear he brought to him. It made him feel powerful in a way. He watched as Stewart ran out of their backyard, Butthead started worrying.

“Wait! That wuss is gonna tell on us!” Butthead said. He shook Beavis to make him do something.

“Heh-heh. Ohhh yeah. Uhmm… I’ll like… Hunt him down.” Beavis said. He picked up the shovel and started running to Stewart, Butthead followed behind slowly.

Stewart tried to run away as fast as he could. He didn’t want to be next on Beavis’ list, but unfortunately he wasn’t even to the corner when he felt a sharp pain in his head. Next thing Stewart knew, everything was black.

“Dude, I don’t know! Maybe like… Yell at him or something!”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah, alright! Heyyy Steewwart… STEWART!”

Stewart opened his eyes and saw two idiots staring at him. He was instantly on guard, he looked around to see where he was. Beavis’ house, he recognized it. He saw both Beavis and Butthead’s faces frowned when they realized that Stewart was up.

“Hey! What’s going on? Guys!” Stewart asked. He couldn’t move, he looked down and saw he was tied up to a chair.

The two stood back and talked in private.

“What do we do? We can’t just let him go! He’s gonna be some wuss and tell his stupid mom!” Beavis asked.

“How am I supposed to know? You’re the one who had to knock him out with a shovel!” Butthead argued.

“You’re the one who told me to get him!” Beavis argued back.

“Shut up, dillweed. I have a plan, we like, kidnap him, beg for ransom money, and then we’re rich.” Butthead suggested.

“Or… I can just kill him… You know? Heh-heh-heh. And… Stewart’s mom will never figure out it was us!” Beavis suggested.

Butthead face changed, he stared at Beavis. Wondering if he was being serious. “Beavis. You know what you’re suggesting, right?” He asked. Beavis nodded his head, he turned back to Stewart.

“Like- like we could just hide him in that closet over there. So we don’t have to bury it again.” Beavis said.

Butthead stared back in disgust, Beavis was serious about this?! He didn’t know how to feel about all of this, so he stood up and walked out of the house. Beavis got confused and tried to follow him out.

“Butthead? Hey- Hey! Where are you going?!” Beavis asked. He followed him until they got to the door.

“Beavis, I’m… I’m going out for a bit. Keep an eye on Stewart, okay? Is that simple enough for you?” Butthead asked. He turned his head to face Beavis.

“Hmm… Yes, yes it is, Butthead.” Beavis said.

Butthead thought if this is really a good idea to leave Beavis, but he proceeded and left the house. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he went in a straight direction. He didn’t even have money on him, so he wasn’t sure why he was doing this.

He knew, he knew exactly what he was doing. All he’s doing is just telling himself that all of this is okay. Beavis being a murderer, yeah, that’s totally fine. Them kidnapping Stewart? Well… They did it many times, so Butthead didn’t really care. But something inside of him, I guess a gut feeling, but something told him he should’ve just left Beavis like that. Especially in the condition he’s in.

But Butthead pushed those worries aside and continued walking to nowhere.

Meanwhile back at the house, Beavis and Stewart were watching Tv.

“Uhm… Can you untie me, Beavis?” Stewart asked. He looked over to him.

“Heh-hm-heh. Sorry Stewart, I can’t do that.” Beavis said.

“Why not?! I haven’t given you a reason not to trust me!” Stewart said.

Beavis groaned a bit, “You’re gonna tell everyone! Can’t let that happening, you know?” He said. He changed the channel to something else.

“Hey! I won’t! I’ll keep my mouth shut!” Stewart said.

“No, you won’t. You’ll be a wussy and tell your mom.” Beavis replied. His leg started shaking up and down.

Stewart kept pressuring Beavis to let him go, making Bevais more annoyed by the second. He tried to ignore Stewart but he kept whining about how he had goals in life and he can’t die just yet. Something about that made Beavis giggle, he felt a funny feeling. Something extraordinary, something new. He wasn’t sure what, but it made him feel glorious in a way.

But that was shortly lived when he heard Stewart start crying.

“Woah! Heh-heh-heh. Why are you crying? Man, you are a wussy.” Beavis said, he scoffed.

Stewart sniffed and looked at Beavis. “What do you mean… Why I’m I crying? You two kidnapped me!” He said.

Beavis was looking at the tv the whole time he said that. He looked down to Stewart, he stared at him for a long time. Seeing his stupid face made Beavis feel irritated, a little too much for his liking.

“Stop looking at me Stewart!” Beavis ordered.

Stewart instantly looked away and stared at the tv. Beavis was getting tired of this, it’s only been 20 minutes, but it felt like an eternity since Butthead left. Everything was boring and dull. But he thought of a way he could have fun. Beavis got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen, he grabbed a knife. He noticed one missing, he thought back on yesterday. Beavis doesn’t even remember what happened to that knife he used to murder his mother.

But he ignored that, so he took the knife and set it onto the counter. He grabbed a lighter from his pocket, he noticed a bag fell on the floor. He picked it up, and saw it was that pill bag. Beavis examined it, he wasn’t too familiar with what kind these are. He thought he should ask Stewart what they are, but he continued on to what he was doing.

Beavis flicked the lighter on and burned the ends of the knife. He walked back to the living room and sat down, Stewart started whining again.

“Beavis? Uh… I don’t think you should have that…” He said. Stewart tried to back away from him, forgetting he was tied to a chair.

“Now, now, Stewart… First, I need to ask you a question.” Beavis said. He took out the bag and showed Stewart. “What type of pills are these?” He asked.

Stewart looked at Beavis with confusion, “You think I know something like that?! Wait- Hm… They look like tramadol… That’s a dangerous substance if taken without precaution, Beavis.” He said.

Beavis stared at him in confusion, “Heh-heh-hm-heh. Uhm… What?” He asked.

“It’s a drug that helps numb pain.” Stewart replied. He glanced back at the bag and back at the tv. A sense of worry came over him.

“Ohhh… It’s one of those… Alright, cool!” Beavis said. He smiled widely. He took the bag and put it into his pocket.

“I don’t think you should have those, Beavis. You can get really messed up!” Stewart worryingly said.

Beavis growled slightly, he looked over and saw the knife and he decided to pick it up again. He saw that the heat from the blade faded away, so he took out his lighter and burned the ends of the knife again. Beavis liked how the flame made the knife a charcoal color, he didn’t realize he had the lighter too close to his skin until he felt a burning sensation.

“Heh-heh-heh. That felt cool. It kinda burns though, Steward, what do I do?” Beavis asked. He showed Stewart his burnt finger.

“Oh gosh Beavis! You have to put it in cold water! Hurry!” Stewart said. He stared at Beavis’ finger for a while until he got up.

“Alright! Uhm… Oh yeah! I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere.” Beavis said. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. He let the cold water soak into his finger, it kinda felt nice, relieving even. Beavis tried to look at himself, forgetting that the mirror was broken. Beavis looked away, he almost screamed when he saw the bathtub. He completely forgot that his mother would leave blood stains everywhere, he quickly leaned over and turned on the shower. He watched as the blood slowly dissolved into the drain, every trace of it almost gone.

The last trace of his mother, gone. Beavis felt some kind of pain, an anger mixed with sadness. He took a deep breath before turning the shower off, he gripped the curtain and slowly closed it. He definitely won’t be showering for a while, like he would anyway.

Beavis shut the water off from the sink and walked back to the living room. He looked at Stewart before sitting back down on the couch. He leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, he took deep breaths. Beavis felt guilty, he wished he wouldn’t.

Stewart looked over at Beavis, seeing him this upset made him feel bad.

“Are you okay, Beavis?” Stewart asked.

Beavis glanced over at Stewart, it felt strange to have someone actually care about him. He looked back at the ceiling. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He said.

“Oh… Alright then.” Stewart said. He looked back at the tv.

Beavis pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a deep hit and blew it into the air. He coughed a bit before taking another hit. He sighed loudly before hearing a door open. He lifted his head from the couch to see who entered, it was Butthead. Beavis smiled slightly and sat up on the couch. “Hey, how’s it going?” He asked.

Butthead walked toward the couch, glancing at Stewart on the way and sat down. He sighed and looked at Beavis. “Oh, I’m just wonderful, Beavis, just great.” He said. Butthead didn’t try to sound enthusiastic, or smiled. He continued to stare at Beavis with his cold, dead eyes.

Beavis’ smile grew, he knew he was being sarcastic, which was very funny to him. He looked at Stewart and back at Butthead.

“So… What are we gonna do with him?” Beavis asked.

Butthead sighed loudly, “We’ll just keep him, it’s not the coolest decision, but I don’t know what else to do.” He said.

“Ohh… Like a pet!” Beavis said. He giggled a bit, looking at Stewart.

Butthead grinded his teeth, “Mmm hmm… Sure, Beavis.” He said.

Stewart looked over to them confused. He waited for an explanation, which he didn’t get. He tried to slip out of his ropes, which just hurt him. The two looked over at Stewart, trying to escape.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t try to do that if I were you.” Beavis said. He got up and stood in front of Stewart, he gripped the ropes. “Toughest ones! Heh-heh-hm-heh. Wait…” Beavis looked away, he stared into space while he tried to remember something.

“What?” Butthead asked.

“Oh! I’ll be back!” Beavis said. He ran toward the laundry room, he saw that his clothes were done. He lifted up the lid and took the clothes out, he quickly opened the dryer and put them in. Beavis turned the knob and the dryer started. He ran back to the living room.

“Did you seriously forget about your laundry? You really do suck.” Butthead said.

“Hey! Shut up, dillweed!” Beavis yelled. He took the knife from the couch and pointed it at his throat. Butthead immediately leaned away, his eyes widened.

“Woah! Put that down, Beavis! Seriously!” Butthead yelled.

Beavis grinned, he felt some weird feeling. “Heh-hm-heh. What? You scared or something?” He asked.

“Uhhh… Yeah! You have a god damn knife! I don’t know if you’re gonna kill me or not!” Butthead answered.

Beavis frowned a bit, “You really think I’m that crazy?” He asked. He slowly lowered the knife and placed it into the couch cushions.

Butthead looked at him dumbfounded. “Uhh… Yeah, Beavis! You killed your own mom! And you don’t even feel guilty about it!” He said.

“Yeah, well maybe I do, Butthead! You ever think about that! No! You only think about yourself, and you always will!” Beavis yelled. He growled at him, forcing himself not to punch his face.

Butthead didn’t answer him, he looked away. He stared at the tv, taking a deep breath. Beavis felt somewhat relaxed after that, it felt good to be the one who’s right. He took full advantage of that.

Everyone sat in silence after that. They just watched tv for a little bit. Stewart thought about how worried his mother is, he’s been gone for about 3 hours now. He hoped that the cops would be knocking on the door. But unfortunately for Stewart, no help came, none at all.

“Uhm, guys… I’m getting hungry, may you go get me something to eat?” Stewart asked.

Both of them looked at Stewart. Beavis stood up and turned the chair to face them.

“Hey Stewart, we spend many days without food and you don’t see us complain. So maybe shut up.” Beavis said. He sat down on the couch again.

“Uhh yeah. Stewart, you’re being a real complainer right now.” Butthead added.

Stewart frowned slightly, “Well… Don’t you guys have jobs? You get money every week and you don’t get any food?” He said.

Both of them felt threatened, how is this guy talking when he has stability? A good home, a loving family. Beavis and Butthead have none of that.

“Also, you two have that financial assistance thing. What are you possibly doing with all that money you have? Even then, why not go to college? You can apply for a scholarship or get a loan, then you can have proper jobs. A purpose in life!” Stewart added.

Butthead felt irritated, very much so. He wanted to kick Stewart’s ass for saying that. But Beavis, he felt a fire start in him, and it burned fast. His eye twitched, he stood up, he wanted to feel taller than Stewart.

“That’s a big thing to say for someone like you, Stewart Stevenson.” Beavis said. He clenched his fist tightly.

“Well, I’m sorry, Beavis. It’s true, you two have more than enough to at least get a good lead in life. But… if you two don’t change, you’ll probably end up in a terrible apartment, unemployed, getting money by doing small/terrible jobs.” Stewart said.

What happened next was a blur to Beavis, but Butthead saw the whole thing unfold. He remembered every single detail.

Beavis punched Stewart in his nose, breaking it instantly. Stewart cried out in pain. Beavis pulled out the knife from the couch and stabbed Stewart in the chest, 27 times. After he did that he punched Stewart’s lifeless body until he was unrecognizable, Butthead tried to stop him only for him to be punched in the stomach. Making him fall back onto the couch, he continued watching Beavis beat Stewart up, it went on for a while before he stopped.

Beavis stood back at what he did, he looked at every detail he did to him. Beavis took the knife from Stewart’s chest and stared at it, admiring the blood. He slowly looked back at the corpse, he felt that rush of enjoyment, the warmth of that fire burning through his entire body, slowly dying out in a form of relief. Beavis took a deep breath, he sat down on the couch and looked at Butthead.

“Stewart was annoying anyway, right Butthead? Beavis said. He set the knife down in the middle of them.

Butthead breathed heavily, he felt his heart beating fast, not knowing what to do. He stared blankly at Beavis, trying to find the words to describe what happened. Seeing Beavis’ eyes made Butthead feel sick, his eyes were crazy, twitching from time to time from the rush of the kill.

“Beavis.”

“What?”

“The fuck you mean “What” are you really serious?”

Butthead stood up, he couldn’t bear this anymore, he walked to Beavis’ room. The only spot he could think of to get away from him. He locked the door and stared at the wall, looking at the posters in Beavis' room.

Beavis looked down at the ground, his leg shook up and down. He couldn’t control himself but he started laughing, he smiled widely. For some reason, he enjoyed it, he enjoyed the feeling of putting someone out of their misery. The gorgeous feeling of being the one who is on top, a winner.

Beavis’ mind raced with thoughts and ideas. He wanted to do that again. More than ever. He looked at his bloody fist, he’s surprised that he broke Stewart’s nose on the first hit. He looked down at his shirt, you couldn’t even see the blood on his shirt, probably because it’s black. Something he totally forgot he was wearing one of Butthead’s old shirts. Beavis then realized that his own clothes should be ready, so he got up. He walked to the bathroom to wash his hands and knife, watching as the blood drained away in the sink. He quickly washed up and walked toward the laundry room, he opened the dryer door and tried to find a new shirt.

Beavis picked out a white long sleeve shirt and his blood stained Metallica shirt. The washer only made it a darker blue color, not that noticeable if you don’t see it up close. So, Beavis took off Butthead’s AC/DC shirt and put on the white long sleeve first. He fixed the sleeves to his liking and then threw on the Metallica shirt. He walked back to the living room, he thought he should try to get Butthead to come out of his room.

Beavis walked up to the door and knocked on it a few times.

“Hey- Hey Butthead!” He yelled. To which no reply, he knocked on the door a couple more times. Still no reply, he frowned slightly. “Hey Butthead! Can you like… Come out? Heh-heh-hm-heh. Come out.”

“Shut up, assmunch!” Butthead yelled. He opened the door, he took Beavis’ shirt collar and pulled it to face him. “You understand how much trouble we’ll be in if ANYBODY finds out about this? Huh?” He asked.

“Uhmm… Like a whole lot?” Beavis answered. He smiled shyly.

“Well, duh! Get that through your thick skull! You have control this, Beavis! If you just keep killing people like this then we’ll be in jail for like… Forever!” Butthead yelled.

Beavis waited to answer back, he clicked his tongue before he spoke again. “Hm… Yeah, that’s true…”

Butthead let go of Beavis and he walked toward Stewart’s mangled corpse. Seeing it up close made Butthead feel sick a bit, he dragged the end of the chair to the closet, Beavis following behind. He opened it and dragged Stewart into it.

“Heh-hm-heh-heh. Stewart’s in the closet.” Beavis said. He giggled some more, he looked over to Butthead.

Butthead didn’t want to, but he started chuckling a bit as well. He closed the closet door and faced Beavis. “Uhh… Yeah, I guess he is. Huh-huh-huh.” Butthead left to go sit on the couch, Beavis did the same.

“Well, I guess we should have dinner now! It’s about that time… About 12am it seems like.” Beavis said. He got off the couch to dig into his food stash. Butthead didn’t move, he stayed on the couch watching the void on the tv. It really, finally dawned on him that Stewart Stevenson is dead, Beavis killed him, beaten him to a bloody pulp. Yeah, Stewart was annoying, something Butthead definitely agreed on, but he didn’t deserve to die.

But something that Butthead was the most terrified of, is that Beavis did that. He did all of that on impulse, because Stewart made him that mad. Which made Butthead worry that he would do something like that, then he might be next. So now he had to be more careful when around Beavis, not like he has been.

Butthead snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Beavis trot back into the living room with their food.

“Okay! I got some from mine and your food supply. Come on, let’s eat.” Beavis said. He picked up a bag of chips and started eating it.

Butthead hesitated to grab anything, he wasn’t sure he was hungry anymore. But he forced himself to eat something. To his grace, he heard the phone ring, and quickly got up from the couch to go answer it. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the phone.

“Hello? What do you want?” Butthead asked.

He heard a sniff from the other end, “Oh, I was wondering if you two seen my dear Stewart, I heard he went over to see some of his friends.” She said.

Butthead breathed heavily as he tried to think of an excuse. “Uhh… No, we haven’t.” He said.

The voice cried out and sniffed some more. “Oh dear! I hope my poor Stewart is okay! Well, I hope to see you boys out to find him too!” She said.

“Uhhh… Yeah, or whatever.” Butthead said. He hung up the phone and walked back to the living room.

“Who was that?” Beavis asked.

“Stewart’s mom, she noticed he’s gone.” Butthead said flatly. He forced himself to eat some more.

“Oh… Did she suspect us?” Beavis asked.

“No, I told her we didn’t even see him. Just… Nevermind that, Beavis. Let’s just eat and go to bed.” Butthead said.

Beavis agreed and they ate their “dinner” which just consisted of junk food. After they ate they sat back in silence, Butthead turned the tv on to some random channel and leaned on the couch a bit. Beavis did the same, he glanced over at the closet, he felt that weird feeling, he looked at his hands and imagined another scenario. If he killed Stewart another way, he smiled a bit, trying to force himself not to giggle. Beavis closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep peacefully.

Butthead stayed awake, he looked out the window, watching the clouds pass by the moon. He too, glanced at the closet, he felt empty, seeing Beavis do that today, it just made him feel disgusted. It just made him uncomfortable sleeping next to him now. But the weight of sleep finally set on him and he closed his eyes. Passing out within seconds.

Beavis only had a small dream, but it seemed a lot to him. He was standing on a platform, chained. He was bored for a while until he felt arrows stab him, it didn’t hurt Beavis. So he didn’t understand why more arrows kept shooting at him, soon later a black substance started filling up around him, going up to his feet all the way up to his head. Beavis felt the substance filling in his lungs, drowning him. Finally, after what seemed hours, it stopped.

Beavis didn’t dream of anything else after that. Just a night of slumber.

Chapter Text

Beavis opened up his eyes slowly and looked over to Butthead, still sleeping. He continued to stare at the ceiling, he breathed in and out, feeling his heartbeat slow down a bit. He stayed like that before he stood up and walked outside, he sat on the steps of the house. He looked up at the morning sky, he’s seen it many times before, but today, today felt different. He wasn’t sure why, everyday is the same, why does he suddenly feel this unknown feeling? This new wave of emotion he wasn’t so sure of? Beavis looked at his hands, he was always good at lying to himself, but he knew why, he knew exactly why. He felt this newly found love of murdering people, killing innocent people. Mostly innocent. But he absolutely loved it, he felt that rush of emotion, the thirst for blood. It was such a wonderful feeling, an experience that he could never forget. Hearing the screams and cries for mercy was so filling to him.

Beavis didn’t know why, now that he wasn’t sure of. Yes he felt good doing it, but why? He needed to solve that mystery. He felt his leg shake up and down and tried to stop it, he didn’t know why he was feeling this nervous. Beavis wasn’t sure of anything at this point.

He leaned forward and rested his head on his knees, he grabbed a lighter from his pocket. He lit it up, he stared at the flame for a bit, he whispered “fire” for a while. Beavis smiled softly, he remembered the times he set things on fire, some of those times were with Butthead. He always enjoyed doing things with him.

Beavis stared off into space before he realized that Butthead was staring at him the whole time. He looked up and saw him standing in the doorway.

“Oh- Uh- Good Morning or something…” Butthead said. Beavis could tell he was nervous, so he smiled softly.

“Heh-heh-heh. And good morning to you too. Why are you up this early?” Beavis asked.

“Uhh… I could ask you the same thing.” Butthead said.

“Oh- I… I couldn’t sleep, that’s all!” Beavis responded. He looked over and saw that he still had the flame lit, so he closed the lid quickly. He stood up to face Butthead, his grin increasing.

“Uhhh… Alright then…” Butthead said. Beavis could tell that he was uncomfortable by the look on his face. Which he understood why. Beavis started to walk back inside, pushing Butthead in with him. He closed the door slowly and continued walking to the couch.

Both of them sat down and watched Tv, they forced themselves to stay up but the weight of sleep was slowly falling onto them. Butthead looked over to the window, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again. He was always the first one to sleep. Beavis on the other hand, he stayed up. He easily managed to do it. Beavis waited until he heard Butthead’s breathing slow down, as soon it did, he got up from the couch. He excitedly walked toward the closet, upon opening he saw the corpse of once, Stewart Stevenson. He stared at it for a bit, looking at what he done, Beavis almost felt proud of his work. But also disgusted on how he could be so sloppy when killing him. Even with his own mother he was more careful, even though it was the same massacre, he controlled himself. But something about Stewart’s words cracked Beavis a bit, right through his chest and into his heart. How stupid of himself to be caught up in all that.

Anyways. Beavis breathed out slowly, and closed the closet door. He turned around and walked back to the couch, where he too, fell back asleep.

When the two arose again, it was the afternoon.

Beavis sat up and stretched. He yawned a bit, cracking his fingers, making a nice snapping sound. He looked over at the other side of the couch, expecting Butthead to be there. For some reason, he wasn’t. Beavis felt confused and stood up from the couch, he walked around the house, only to find Butthead nowhere. He felt a wave of loneliness, he never liked that feeling. So he went outside, he was surprised that Butthead still wasn’t there. He started panicking, he quickly walked back inside, he stepped into the bathroom.

Beavis sat down on the rim of the bathtub, he shook his foot up and down. Only to hear a weird sound, he looked under his foot and saw shards of broken glass. He looked at himself, he thought of the only way he could calm himself down.

He reached in his pocket and grabbed the bag of pills. Beavis counted how many there were, he took almost all of them out and quickly swallowed the pills. He leaned back a bit and breathed in and out, his legs shaking even more. The many possibilities running through his mind on where Butthead is, he felt almost terrified. What if he was gonna tell the police on him? Take him to some jail or even an institution. He always remembered that his mother would threaten him to take him to one of those, he never knew why. But he hated it. She would always yell at him when he slammed the door or if he did something stupid. That’s what Beavis hated the most about his mother, how cruel she was.

Beavis sat there for a while, the pills only increased his anxiety. Many thoughts passed through his mind at once, making him over simulated a bit. But the only thing he wished is for Butthead to come back, he’d do anything for him to be here.

Butthead continued sitting on the sidewalk, eating the nachos he just got from the MaxiMart. It felt weird having Beavis not by his side, he didn’t realize until today that it felt weird. Even the cashier asked why Beavis wasn’t with him. He sometimes hated how much he was associated with Beavis, wherever he went by himself people would ask where his other counterpart was. It annoyed him.

He continued eating his nachos when he heard a familiar noise coming toward him. Butthead looked up from his container to see him, Todd. He felt his body turn, it was a weird feeling. As Todd stepped out of his car, he approached Butthead, immediately gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling it to face him. Butthead felt honored to be in the presence of his idol, especially alone without Beavis to mess it up.

“What? Your other girly friend not here today? What a shame, leaves less food for me.” Todd said. He then threw Butthead to the side and grabbed his nachos.

Butthead stared at Todd, even in his 30s he could still beat him up. Butthead felt honored more than anything, he wondered if he was gonna take him for a ride in the back of his car trunk again, that would be cool.

Todd ate all of Butthead’s nachos and noticed he was staring at him.

“What are you looking at?” He asked, he stepped toward Butthead a bit.

“Uh… Huh-huh-huh. Nothing…” Butthead replied. He chuckled some more after that.

“Whatever, next time you both better be here. You wouldn’t want me starving, would you?” Todd asked.

“Uh, no. That would suck.” Butthead replied.

“Well, good.” Todd said. He jumped back into his car and rode off.

Butthead stood back up, he chuckled. “Todd is cool.” He looked to his side, forgetting Beavis wasn’t there. He then looked down at the ground, he sighed loudly. Butthead started walking back to the house, in fairness, he didn’t really want to go back into that house, but it was better than being alone. He never really liked it.

Butthead continued walking down the street, but he stopped in front of a house, a familiar house. Daria’s house specifically. He didn’t know where she was now, probably somewhere cool he had to guess.

He looked straight ahead and kept walking, he decided to pick up the pace with getting home. Butthead soon made it to the front door and opened it, upon arrival, he heard nothing. Usually he’d hear the tv running, or some kind of noise, but it was dead silent. He closed the door quietly and walked to the living room.

“Uhhh… Beavis? Hello?” Butthead asked. He realized he said that too quietly, so he walked around the house. He walked around the corner and saw that the bathroom door was opened a bit. He pushed the door open and saw Beavis huddled in the corner shaking and mumbling nonsense. “What the hell are you doing Beavis?” Butthead asked, walking toward him a bit.

Beavis didn’t even notice Butthead was standing right there. His mind was spinning too much, he still couldn’t focus. He heard strange voices, whispering in his ear, it was a little too much for him. It all finally stopped when he heard Butthead start yelling at him.

“Settle down, Beavis! You’re doing that weird muttering thing again! What the hell is wrong with you?” Butthead yelled.

Beavis looked up and quickly grabbed Butthead’s shirt collar. “Don’t you hear it? They’re mocking me!” Beavis yelled. His head twitched a bit as he looked to his side, his eyes darted to a crack in one of the tiles on the floor. “Telling me things, like- like- to cleanse the city or something!”

Butthead tried to get out of Beavis’ grip but failed. “Let go of me, assmunch! You’re stretching out my shirt!” He yelled. He then attempted to grab Beavis’ arm and squeezed it tightly. That somehow didn’t work, usually when he does that it works, but Beavis reacted in a way Butthead never thought he would. When Butthead squeezed his arm his reflexes kicked in and he punched him in the face. Butthead flung back onto the bathroom floor, he lifted his head to look at Beavis. He grunted angrily and crawled toward him to slap him only to be kicked in the face.

“Get the hell away from me, you- you- you bastard!” Beavis yelled. “God! No wonder no one likes you, you- you disgusting person, such a waste of space you are!” He continued, he started kicking his legs at Butthead, signaling for him to get away.

Butthead laid there, he looked at Beavis funny. He was in a state of shock, why would Beavis say such things? They talk to each other like that all the time but the words he chose made Butthead feel distraught. He didn’t like it, he never liked feeling this way, but he didn’t think someone like Beavis would make him feel this much hatred toward himself. But why?

“Why are you still- still- still here? Didn’t I tell you to leave?! Get the fuck out of here!” Beavis yelled. He looked beside him and picked up a shard of glass and pointed it at Butthead. “Go- Go leave me alone! I need my peace, they’re getting louder! I- I- I can’t take it! Just leave, Butthead!” He yelled.

Butthead hurried up and scurried off the floor, he ran out of the bathroom. He shut the door and stood there, he felt his lip bleeding. He pressed his thumb on his lip and saw the red substance on it. He didn’t think blood was cool anymore. He didn’t really know what to think, he couldn’t get his head straight. Butthead just wanted to sleep, just forget about all of this. That’s what he does best. Pretend nothing happened.

Butthead walked toward the couch, he fell into it, feeling the rough surface of the couch. He tried to remember when it wasn’t like this, but he always remembered the couch being dirty and covered in stains. If he did remember correctly, this couch was from some junkie that one of their mothers bought from. He didn’t bother to think about it anymore, he looked over and saw that the tv was off, he groaned in annoyance and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. He switched it to a random channel, he let the remote fall onto the floor and he got comfortable.

Butthead laid there for a bit, his body got adjusted to the couch, and he slowly fell asleep. But before he did, he thought he heard Beavis weeping a bit. But that would be ridiculous, why would he be crying? What is there to cry about? He never really fully grasped the concept of feelings, like he never understood why he would feel things and never knew what it was. Like right now, what was Beavis’ problem in the first place? Why was he acting weirder than usual? Something Butthead did notice is that his eyes were all weird, and he was twitching more than normal. Now when Beavis would do this sorta thing, it’s funny, humorous even. But this just sucked.

This all just needed to be sorted out later or tomorrow. But at least Butthead finally got some decent sleep.

So did Beavis, after an hour, everything slowed down and he passed out in the bathroom.

Butthead was still in a state of sleep but he could hear what was going on in the real world. He heard the phone ring a few times until Beavis woke up from it and walked out of the bathroom to see who it was. Butthead thought that the call was either from some salesman or worse, being called into work. Since they got older new stupid teenagers took over their jobs and now they get called in as a last resort. It sucked for them since they got lower income. But at least they didn’t have to go to work almost every day.

Butthead fell back into unconsciousness as he got bored. But he instantly got woken up again when he felt Beavis shake him a thousand times. He lifted his head and saw Beavis.

“What?” Butthead asked, clearly annoyed by being woken up.

“Uhm. We got called into work and stuff…” Beavis replied. He cracked his knuckles as he waited for Butthead to get up.

Butthead took a minute to reply, he thought if they should go into work, but it was the right thing to do, so he got up slowly. Fixing his hair but making it worse, he stood up from the couch. “Uh… Okay. Let’s like, get over there.” He said.

“Hm heh-heh-heh. Yeah! Go to work, get some money from the money man. Heh- money is cool.” Beavis said.

“Yeah, money is cool, obviously. What’s not is that we have to spend it on bills and stuff.” Butthead replied.

Beavis agreed and they both got ready for work. Once they got outside none of them realized it was dark out already. But off they went on their journey, they got to work fast and easy because of their shortcut they found a few months back.

They end up making it to work surprisingly on time, as they walk in and it’s just dead. No customers, not really a reason why they should be here. Mostly because it’s the night shift and nobody wants to take night shifts.

Butthead sighed audibly and they walked to their designated spots. Beavis sat by the window, staring into the dark void of the night sky. While Butthead was already passed out again. Beavis was still out of it a bit, some things were still kind of blurry in his eyes. But he continued staring at the night sky, seeing whatever stars were out tonight. Alone with his thoughts, usually wasn’t good, but he didn’t hear the voices so at least that’s good.

Beavis found himself feeling tired again, so he got up and walked to the fryer. He grabbed the handle and poured the fires into a container, he took it and started eating the fries. Which tasted horrible, but he still continued eating them.

It was a slow night for sure, almost little to none came in to eat. Which Beavis and Butthead preferred, but it was still boring.

“Hm, heh-heh-heh. Hey- Hey Butthead.” Beavis spoke up, he looked in Butthead direction.

“What Beavis?” Butthead said with little to no emotion.

“There’s like… A dead rat in a trap. Heh-heh-heh.” Beavis replied.

Butthead picked his head up from the counter and looked into the kitchen. There was indeed a dead rat. “Huh-huh-huh. Cool… Let’s fry it.” He said. Butthead walked into the kitchen shortly after and waited for Beavis to pick up the rat.

“Heh-heh-heh. Poor critter.” Beavis said. He picked up the rat trap and released the rat into the fryer, instantly starting to sizzle. Some oil spewing out and burning their arms a bit, they reacted with an “ow” and they continued staring at the rat being fried.

“Smells weird.” Butthead said. “It doesn’t usually smell weird.” He continued. He looked over at Beavis.

“Uhm… I’m not sure, it’s probably been dead for a while. Cause like… Bodies start to smell after a bit.” Beavis repiled.

“Of course you would know that…” Butthead whispered. He crossed his arms.

Beavis still heard, he got mad a bit. “Well, it’s obvious, Butthead. What do you take me for?” He said.

“A killer, Beavis. That’s exactly what I take you for.” He responded. He chuckled a bit, making Beavis angry even more.

“Shut up! That was a long time ago okay?” Beavis said.

“Uhh… It’s been a day, Beavis. Huh-huh-huh. Dumbass.” Butthead said.

Beavis growled at him, he then looked over to his right and saw a meat hammer. There’s no real purpose for this being in here since the meat is already sliced and all that stuff, probably for decoration to make the place seem more professional.

“What? Too wussy to come back at me?” Butthead spoke up, he started laughing more.

“God, shut up Butthead! Your voice is so gaining! No wonder no girl likes you!” Beavis yelled. Slamming the meat hammer onto Butthead’s hand.

Butthead yelled out in pain as he held onto his hand, seeing the dents and blood flowing out. “WHAT THE HELL, BEAVIS?” He yelled. He then tried to slap Beavis only for him to do it to him first.

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on me you bastard!” Beavis yelled. He swung the hammer many times before he decided to set it back down.

Butthead walked slowly away from Beavis, “If my hand wasn’t bleeding I’d kick your ass, Beavis.” He said.

“Huh? Oh really? Well it seems like I did it first! Heh-heh- hm heh.” Beavis yelled. He got interrupted when he heard the front doors open. Beavis looked to see who it was, it was the manager, he groaned.

The two walked out of the kitchen and into the main hall. They waited for the manager to start ranting about how they don’t do their jobs, which was correct. They mostly just tuned it out at this point, so after his ranting was done they continued on with their work.

“Hm… Stupid manager… What does he know? Like- like why should he care how we do our jobs!” Beavis said.

“Uhh… Yeah, he sucks.” Butthead said. He continued to stare at the doors.

Back in the kitchen, Beavis lifted the handle from the fryer and revealed the fried rat, he giggled upon seeing it. Beavis then thought of something great, something cool.

Beavis then purposefully dropped the fried rat onto the floor, which he wiped his shoes on and picked it up. Finally, he assembled it into a burger. He laughed at his creation, he soon called Butthead over.

“What? You better not hit that god damn hammer on my hand again.” Butthead said. He looked over to see what Beavis wanted and saw what he did. “What the hell is that?” He asked.

“Heh-heh-heh. It’s a rat burger, I’m gonna give it to that bunghole of a manager.” Beavis answered. He laughed some more at his idea.

“Huh-huh-huh. Yeah, that would be cool. Go do it.” Butthead said.

Beavis nodded and he went into the back office. Butthead immediately took this opportunity to go out back, he stood by the dumpster, leaning against the wall. The smell of the fresh air seeped through his nose, instantly being ruined by the smell of trash. He groaned as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, Butthead then realized that he didn’t have a lighter, so he went and looked in the dumpster by him. He seeped through the trash and found what you would normally find, but he finally found a lighter.

Butthead leaned back on the wall and lit the cigarette and started smoking it. He blew the smoke in the air making shapes. He looked down at his hand, seeing his skin ruined and all weird. He’s not even sure why Beavis did that, but he was sure mad as hell about it. It’ll probably take weeks to heal back up. “Stupid Beavis.” He mumbled to himself. Butthead wondered what was wrong with him mentally, like he always acted a little strange but not like this. Beavis is sticking up to himself more, it’s very unusual and it also sucked.

Butthead stared at the grasslands for awhile, it was a little windy so the grass was flowing, kinda cold too. He flicked the cigarette ash on the ground and continued smoking it.

Some time went by and even though Butthead got done with it, he still continued to stay outside. He stared up into the sky, into space. Watching the stars pass by, he never understood why they were there. It was stupid to him.

But all of that stopped when he heard a loud crashing noise followed by a scream, he could only think of the horrors that were happening inside.

Butthead quickly ran inside, he saw Beavis standing over a dead body, not the manager, but some random person.

“What the hell Beavis!” Butthead yelled. He ran over to him only to be grabbed by the collar and forced to look at the dead body.

“See Butthead?! This is what happens when pests don’t mind their business! It was awful!” Beavis cried out. He let go of Butthead and he still continued to stare at the body even though it made him uncomfortable.

The face of the dead body had been completely burnt off. Butthead didn’t know what to do, he wondered if Beavis used the fryer on this person.

“Beavis… Where’s the manager? Did you kill him too?” Butthead asked, his voice seemingly shaking a bit.

Beavis stayed quiet for a moment, he looked at the doorway leading into the bathrooms and back office.

“Heh-heh-hm-heh. You see… When I gave that bunghole the burger, he didn’t even want to eat it, so… I simply just made him eat it!” Beavis started. He looked back at Butthead. “And he started choking so I just like watched him and stuff. Then he fell on the floor, and uh…”

Butthead stared at Beavis with disappointment on his face. It kinda made Beavis feel bad, but only for a second before he looked back down at the body.

“And this assmunch came in, started whining about how I killed that bunghole over there. And so… Heh-heh-heh. I had to like… Take care of him.” Beavis finished.

“Hm… I see. God damnit, Beavis.” Butthead said. He slammed his fist on the table and walked off.

“Hey! What should I do with the bodies?!” Beavis yelled.

“It’s not my problem, Beavis!” Butthead yelled back as he walked out of the establishment, on his way back home.

Beavis stood there, he wasn’t sure what to do since Butthead always thought of everything. He thought for a second, pacing around the room. One thing he could think of is that he could cut the bodies into little pieces and fry them, but that would be too hard, too much work. So Beavis thought of the next best thing, throwing the bodies into the trash.

Beavis began dragging the first victim outside, since it was night it was easier not to get caught. He dragged the body next to the dumpster, lifted it up and dropped it into the dumpster.

“Heh-heh-hm-heh. That was cool. Now I need to get that assmunch, it should like, be easy.” Beavis said to himself.

Beavis went back inside and dragged the second victim outside. He’s surprised that the face of the guy burnt off so easily through the deep fryer of all things. It was kinda cool to him, so he stopped for a second and turned around to drag the body back inside. He lifted the arm up and put the whole hand into the deep fryer, he watched as it slowly became burnt and a weird smell came from it.

“Woah, that’s cool!” Beavis said. He started giggling a lot and did the same for the other hand.

After he got done experimenting with that he finally dragged the burnt up corpse out back and threw it into the dumpster. He closed the lid and headed back inside, he decided to go look in the back office.

Meanwhile with Butthead, he continued walking down the street away from Burger World. It was a cold night, he shivered as he continued walking. But he wasn’t worried about that, no, he was mad at Beavis. Which is very reasonable, but Butthead was tired of this. How Beavis can’t control these stupid tendencies to murder people, it’s ridiculous! He was definitely going to have a talk with Beavis when he got home, hopefully he won’t try anything.

As Butthead was thinking all of this out he didn’t realize that someone was coming up besides him in a car. He finally looked when he heard that someone was trying to talk to him.

“Why, hello Butthead. What are you doing out here in the cold?” It was none other than their old teacher, Mr. Van Driessen.

“Uhh… I’m walking home from work.” Butthead said. He always hated seeing teachers out of school, especially now.

“Oh, why don’t I just give you a ride home, save you the trouble?” Mr. Van Driessen asked.

Butthead thought for a second. “Yeah, okay.” He said.

Mr. Van Driessen smiled fondly toward Butthead as he walked around to the passenger door. He opened it and climbed in.

“Eh… It smells weird in here.” Butthead said.

“Oh, that must be my scented air freshener, it’s such a nice smell, Butthead.” He said.

Butthead didn’t bother to conversate anymore, he stared at the window, watching the houses pass by. He saw some houses he didn’t recognize and looked forward.

“I forgot to ask, Butthead, where is Beavis? Shouldn’t he be with you?” Mr. Van Driessen asked.

“Oh, uh…” Butthead started. He had to think for a second before speaking again. “He’s still at work, cause… The manager said that I could go home because… Of… How slow it was.” He said.

“Ohh, that makes sense. Well, I’m glad you boys are putting the work in and hopefully having a successful future.” Mr. Van Driessen said.

Butthead felt some weird pain in his chest when he said that. “Successful future” he knew that wasn’t true, there’s no way that could happen with Beavis being like this.

No one knew this but Butthead did try to find a better job and try to find a better place for the both of them. But failed, no one wants to take a high school education, only low wage jobs will do that. So Butthead gave up on it, he knew now he shouldn’t have given up and lost hope. What would have happened if he did get a better job and they could’ve gotten out of Highland? Would Beavis not have turned out like this? Too much was going on in his mind. He had to stop thinking about the hypotheticals, or he’s gonna start blaming himself, but what is done is done, there’s no changing the past.

Butthead sighed loudly, “Yeah… Successful, whatever you say.” He said.

The rest of the car ride was silent, at least for Butthead. Mr. Van Driessen kept talking about god knows what, Butthead definitely wasn’t listening to, only doing a simple “Uh huh” or nod.

Finally they reached the house and Butthead got out, Mr. Van Driessen rolled down his window to wish Butthead goodbye.

“Tell Beavis I send my best wishes!” He said.

“Uh huh, yeah.” Butthead said. He opened the front door and walked inside. He went over to the couch and sat down. He stared at the blank screen of the tv, he spent too long looking at it before he decided to pick up the remote and turn on the tv.

He continued watching tv, but not really paying attention to it. He couldn’t get his mind off of something, he couldn’t put his finger on it. But it sucked to feel this way.

Maybe it was because of Beavis. That stupid bastard he hated so dearly now. Why did he end up this way? What possessed his mind to do such acts? He asked himself that many times, but never a clear answer. Butthead tried to remember times like this leading up to Beavis killing his mother. Beavis always had some weird moments when killing things, such as animals. Butthead always found it weird, even making fun of Beavis for it at some point. But that was all Butthead could think of, he was too tired to think of anything else. Besides, he didn't want to think about Beavis anymore.

Butthead felt himself drift off to sleep, he never had dreams anymore or at least remembered them. But whenever he did, he felt like it was a vision, or a warning of some kind.

Warning was definitely a good answer.

Butthead heard the door open, he didn’t bother to open his eyes. Maybe it was someone to finally put him out of his misery, that would be cool. But the figure spoke and Butthead quickly identified it as Beavis.

“Heh-heh-hm-heh. Hey… Butthead. Why is the house so dark?” Beavis asked as he walked in. He got blinded by the light of the tv as he staggered into the living room.

Butthead still didn’t bother to answer or appear as awake. He didn’t want to deal with whatever Beavis was gonna say for his excuse.

“Butthead?” Beavis called out, he looked at him before setting some things down and going somewhere else in the house.

Butthead opened one of his eyes to see what was set down, he saw a big paper bag of something, probably food from Burger World, and a metal object. He wondered what the metal object was, he opened both of his eyes only to squint them to see what it was. He couldn’t figure out what it was, so he closed his eyes again and listened for Beavis.

He seemed to be pacing around all over the house because he then walked into the living room and out again. Whispering something, maybe him being all weird again. But then Butthead felt his presence near him, very near him. He could hear his breathing and what he was whispering.

“Hm… M- maybe he is sleeping, why would he be dead? Eh… I got to get that call s- sometime… Heh-heh-hm-heh. I feel weird, why am I twitching? Maybe I should ask Butthead- No- No- I shouldn’t”

Butthead found it amusing that he could still trick Beavis into believing he was asleep. He remembered always doing it to him and Beavis crying to his mother like a wuss. He had to stop himself from chuckling. But something else caught his attention, Beavis supposedly getting a call. A call from who? Who could possibly be calling Beavis?

He then heard the phone ring in the kitchen and Beavis running toward it. He picked up the phone and heard a shaky breath from the other side.

“H- Hey- Hey, Beavis…” The voice spoke.

“Hey Dan… W- Where’s the place this time?” Beavis asked.

The other voice took a moment to respond, “Hm… The- The location is- is…” The voice took another minute. “About… Hm… 20 minutes away… So… Near that- that one area near those- those run down buildings.”

“Heh-heh-hm-heh. Alrighty, oh and I need to tell you some cool stuff I did.” Beavis said

“Beavis. Flicking a c- cigarette and- and starting a forest- forest fire isn’t considered that cool… You- You almost busted us!” The voice angrily spoke.

“No- No! It’s something even cooler than that! I’ll tell you when I get there, I just need to check on something…” Beavis said, his voice drifting off a bit. He looked out of the room to look at Butthead.

“What? Your “roommate”?” The voice asked. He laughed dryly.

“Yeah- Yeah- Yeah! What else would he be?” Beavis asked.

The voice fell silent for a second before going onto something else. “Never- Nevermind… I’ll see- see you there.” He spoke before hanging up the phone.

“Oh, alright.” Beavis said to the dead ring before putting the phone back in place. He stood there for a second and reflected on the conversation.

Butthead only heard Beavis’ part in the conversation. He instantly wondered where Beavis was going, but he had some gut feeling that he should follow him. That something bad was going to happen, something awful. So he waited patiently, he heard Beavis walk back to him and what he presumed to stare at him for an uncomfortable amount of time before finally leaving the house.

Butthead opened his eyes and got up from the couch. He examined the items on the table before he left, more importantly, the metal object, which was the meat hammer. He felt a pit in his stomach seeing that there, why did Beavis bother getting that? He managed to push it down and walked out of the house.

He walked to the sidewalk and looked side to side to see where Beavis went. He saw him walking to the right and closely followed behind, trying to be sneaky about it.

Butthead followed quietly behind Beavis, making sure he was a good distance from him. He wasn’t sure where Beavis was going, they were going all kinds of turns. Until he recognized some buildings and figured out where they were, the most dead area of the whole town. A bunch of old buildings and houses, they both never liked going down here so Butthead was confused why Beavis would be going down here.

Until it clicked in his mind.

Beavis is coming down here to buy drugs, that’s where the money has been going to. Butthead felt a pit in his stomach again, he felt a lump in his throat. He didn’t want to be here anymore, he wanted to turn around and walk home, but a part of him knew he had to save Beavis from this.

He remembered the first time he caught him. It still makes him feel woozy to think about it. He woke up in the middle of night and saw Beavis wasn’t next to him. He scratched his neck from the necklace Beavis previously gave him a couple of hours before. A gift. A very simple one. It was just a necklace with a lightning bolt attached to it, he pretended to not care about it and “necklaces are for wussy girls” but he wore it. It was a good day, if only it continued that way. Butthead decided to get up and use the bathroom, his eyes heavy from the lack of sleep, his legs aching. He walked up to the door, once he opened the door he saw him. All bundled up on the toilet seat with a needle and a rubber band, there was a spoon on the ground with his lighter.

And… That’s all Butthead could remember. After that, he viewed Beavis differently. Thankfully, Beavis was too messed up to even remember it either. Butthead kept it to himself, treating Beavis differently as well. But he knew that he hated needles even more after all of that.

Butthead continued walking down the sidewalk, gripping his necklace that he sometimes forgets that he has it on. He chooses to hide it now, ever since that day. That awful, awful day.

Beavis made it to a certain building and walked in, Butthead fast paced walked toward it. He peeked his head inside and saw Beavis walk up some stairs, he did the same. Butthead stopped midway up the stairs when he heard talking. He poked his head over the corner so he could see him.

“Heh-heh-hm-heh. Hey Danny, what do you have this week?” Beavis asked. He looked for somewhere to sit and found a dirty couch and sat down.

Danny turned around to face Beavis. Brushing his hair from his face. “Why… Why do you ask- ask me like I- I get new ship- shipments every week?” He asked, setting a bag down.

“Eh… Doesn’t hurt to ask every once in a while.” Beavis answered. He laughed a bit, scratching his hand, only to pick a scab by accident. “Aw man” he whispered.

“Whatever… What- What do you want this time? You- Your usual?” Danny asked. Reaching into the bag for something.

Beavis looked up from his hand. “Uhm… Yeah sure!” He said. He swung his legs while looking at the blood dripping out from the opened scab. “Oh yeah! That thing I wanted to tell you.” He said.

Danny looked up from the bag, “What?” He asked.

Beavis smiled softly, almost a warm smile, something Butthead knew, recognized almost instantly. But he quickly shut down the feeling when Beavis started talking nonsense.

“I killed people.” Beavis spoke. He stopped swinging his legs and stared at Danny.

Danny stopped what he was doing and stared back at Beavis.

“Excuse me? Be- Beavis?” He asked. His breathing changed to a quick, scared pace.

“Yeah… I killed people, like… And I’m not on anything when I do, but like… My body just does it! And- And- And… I feel good doing it!” Beavis said. He got up from the couch and started pacing. “And I think I know why I feel good doing it, but you’re a professional, so I wanted your opinion on this.” He asked, looking back at Danny.

He looked at him with confusion. Professional? What does he think he is? A doctor of some kind? Well he was sure shocked, he has heard stories of murder but someone like Beavis doing that? It was truly eye opening.

“Well… I- I’m not a- a- a doctor… But… I think- think you’re a sociopath, Beavis…” Danny said.

“Huh? What’s that?” Beavis asked.

“What you are, Beavis.” A voice spoke up. Beavis turned around and saw Butthead standing behind him. He instantly jumped, causing him to fall on the floor.

“Butthead! Uh… What are you doing here?” Beavis asked as he scurried off the floor.

“What the hell are you doing here? What are you doing in a place like this, Beavis? Really, Drugs?” Butthead started, he spoke in an angry tone, something Beavis only heard a few times. His true anger showed, which scared him a bit. “You know… For someone who killed their own mother and despised her, you really act like her, Shirly.” He said.

Beavis felt a deep pain in his stomach, a sharp feeling. He expressed before to Butthead that he hated when people would compare him to his mother, he wanted to be nothing like her. But apparently that was all for nothing.

“Well… Uh…” Beavis spoke hesitantly, he wasn’t sure what to say. All he could do was stare at Butthead. But even then that was horrifying, his dead eyes cut through him like a sharp blade through a piece of paper.

“You can’t even speak for yourself! You fucking wuss! Go on! Fight! Isn’t that what you love to do? Huh?” Butthead yelled, he slapped Beavis. By then the whole room was silent, Beavis rubbed the place where he had slapped him. It hurt, not too much since he was used to it, but he felt that final spark. Now the fire was burning, and it was burning fast, he felt his whole body heat up. He felt himself lose control of his mind and body, everything that happened next was internally on impulse.

Beavis tried to slap Butthead back only to be pushed away, leading him to pick up a broken piece of the building and throw it at Butthead. Causing him to fall over, he held his chest in pain, coughing. Beavis then ran over to Butthead and punched him repeatedly, Danny was in a state of shock, but also knew he shouldn’t intervene, so he stood there while he watched Beavis beat Butthead to a bloody pulp.

“Would Shirly do this?! Huh? You think you’re so smart? Don’t you, Butthead?! Well if I remember correctly, you act exactly like your mom! A miserable piece of shit who never did anything but be a disgusting slut, but instead you’re just a pathetic disappointment!” Beavis yelled. He stared at Butthead, waiting for a response, anything, but nothing. Nothing but heavy breathing from him.

“B- Beavis… Uhm, I- I- I think you should go- go now… The others are gonna be- be here soo- soon, and I don’t want them see- seeing this…” Danny asked.

Beavis looked up, “What about my stuff?” He asked.

“Just go… I- I- I’ll get it to you some time this- this week.” He replied.

“Hm… Fine, alright.” Beavis said. He looked back down at Butthead, he stood up and dragged him to get him to stand up as well. “Come on, get up!” He yelled.

Butthead was barely conscious, he had a light ringing in his ears and the taste of blood in his mouth. But he managed to stand up with the help of Beavis.

“There! God, do I have to do everything for you? Beavis yelled. He still didn’t get a response from him as they walked down the stairs. He struggled to hold up Butthead due to how heavy he was compared to Beavis.

They walked the streets of Highland, thankfully, it was still dark so nobody saw them. As they walked, Beavis realized something and he smiled, he did it, he won. He felt high and mighty, it was a good feeling, a really good feeling. A better feeling than killing people, a feeling of accomplishment, pride, fulfillment. Something he only experienced a few times but it was powerful.

Beavis thought back on what Danny said “You’re a sociopath, Beavis…” Sociopath… What a funny word he thought. What does that even mean? According to Butthead, it’s exactly what he is or something? That confused him a lot. He’ll probably figure it out later, now he had to get home. Which was close, thankfully because he was getting tired of carrying Butthead.

They got back to the house, they walked up the steps and Beavis opened the door. He carried Butthead over to the couch and laid him down. Beavis stared at him, seeing how bad he beat him up. Butthead seemed to have a bloody nose and a bruised face, nothing that serious.

Beavis ended up going into his room to sleep the rest of the night, leaving Butthead all alone in the living room.

Butthead breathed heavily, trying to calm himself down and lower the pain level of his injuries. It felt weird, like the many times he had gotten hurt, it didn’t feel like this. His chest and face hurt a lot, mostly his face from being punched like 20 times. He didn’t expect Beavis to have such a strong fist for his weak structure, but he felt vanquished and he hated it. He wanted to get up right now and kick Beavis’ ass, but he knew deep down that he can’t right now.

Butthead laid there, thinking back at the whole situation. He thought the only reason Beavis won was because he threw a broken piece of the building at him. But something that stuck out the most is what Beavis said, he is exactly like his mother. He never liked being compared to her either, but it felt strange for Beavis to do it to him. That made him enraged, he was nothing like his mother, he doesn’t even look like her.

He couldn’t really remember what she looked like. It was a distorted image of her, he tried to remember her facial structure, but he couldn’t. It’s been awhile, too long, he missed her. But a part of him hates her for making him like this, a disgusting person.

That’s all he was, filth on this planet. He remembered crying himself to sleep from what his mother would call him. He hated the fact he would cry, it would make him weak in front of her, which made it worse. What was even more worse is that sometimes Beavis would be over and see him in such a weak position like that. He remembered Beavis always trying to make him feel better but Butthead would push him away, calling him the things his mother would say. Maybe that’s where he got his aggressive behavior from.

He looked back at himself in the blank screen of the tv. Maybe he did deserve this, this life of torture. Besides, it’s what Beavis had been living through for years now.

Of course, that would be stupid thing to think, Butthead thought. Really a waste of thought to think of something stupid like that.

Butthead managed to get up and leaned back on the couch. His chest hurt a bit from that, he started breathing in and out slowly. He then realized his nose was bleeding the whole time, he could taste it in the back of his mouth.

So he got up and slowly walked to the bathroom. He always felt woozy coming in here, it was just an uncomfortable place to be in sometimes. Especially at night.

Butthead walked up to the sink and turned the water on, he filled his palms up with cold water and splashed it on his face, instantly shivering from the coldness. He filled his palms with water again and repeated.

After he cleaned himself up he looked at himself of whatever was left of the mirror.

Maybe he was a disgusting piece of shit.

Beavis’ words never affected him this much, why is that? Whatever this feeling was, he hated it. He didn’t feel good at all, even worse than he already feels. Is this what Beavis feels? Whatever this was, it sucked.

Butthead continued staring at himself, no matter how many times he hated to look at himself in the mirror, he always comes back to it. He scratched his face repeatedly, even though it hurt him more, he continued until his face started bleeding. He looked down at his nails that were covered in his blood. Butthead sat down on the rim of the bathtub, he looked to his side to see the handle to turn the water on. He grabbed it and water spilled out quickly from the faucet, he watched the bathtub slowly fill up. He waited patiently until the water reached almost to the top, he quickly turned the handle.

He stared at the water, he turned his whole body around and let his shoes and pants get wet. He wondered something, he quickly got into the tub, feeling his clothes getting soaked. It felt weird being in water with his clothes still on, but he slowly got adjusted to it. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling, he felt the water splash near his mouth whenever he moved.

He remembered when he was young, probably around 6 or 7, that his mother would call him to bring her a beer and to go into the bathroom with it. He remembered repeatedly doing that until his mother fell asleep. He remembered trying to drag her out when she started drowning and she would yell at him for doing so. He never knew why.

Until now.

He looked to his side and saw himself in a broken shard of the mirror, he reached over to pick it up. He stared at himself for a long time, too long. Even when his wrists started to stain the water. Even when his hand started bleeding from holding the shard too tightly. Even when he heard Beavis screaming and tried to pull him out. Even when he didn’t even have the shard in his hand, he stared at himself from outside of his body. He didn’t even feel like he was there anymore. Everything went blank. He couldn’t see or hear anything anymore.

He finally opened his eyes, he wasn’t in the house anymore. He wasn’t sure where he was, but it was bright. In front of him he saw grass with flowers growing, purple hyacinths to be exact, he remembered someone telling him that. He walked across it, accidentally stepping on some, until he reached a tree with a rope bench attached to it.

What he noticed immediately was there was someone swinging in it. Hair dark like his, he walked slowly to them. Once he reached them, he couldn’t see their face, it scared him a bit, but he climbed up the bench. He sat down on the bench as it swung back and forth. Neither of them talked until the figure did.

When it called him, they used his real name, which surprised him a bit. But he knew it was his mother, only she called him by his real name. But she started talking about how she was sorry for everything, Butthead felt his throat close up, his eyes were getting blurry. He wanted to believe it, he really did, but he knew it wasn’t real, none of it was real. Maybe a dream he’s remembering or a hallucination. But it wasn’t real. He always wanted this to happen, for his mother to take fault for everything that happened.

But it wasn’t real. It was never real.

Butthead woke up on the couch, his breath heavy and fast. He looked around him, everything was normal. He looked down and saw that his clothes had changed, he was wearing a plain black shirt with baggy jeans, no shoes but socks on. His left hand and wrists were bandaged poorly, he looked at the window and saw the morning sun was out. He sighed as he laid down again and turned to his side, he didn’t realize he started crying until he blinked his eyes. He felt weak, drowning in this pit of despair. But also he was angry at the same time. Angry at the fact that he let himself do this. He never wanted to do this again, everything hurt.

Butthead laid there as he silently cried himself back to sleep.

Chapter Text

When Butthead woke up again, it was the middle of the day. The light from the outside hurt his eyes a bit. He slowly sat up on the couch. He quickly wiped his eyes from his stained tears, he hated crying. Such a pointless thing to do when you’re sad. He looked down to see the bandages, he completely forgot the things he did last night. He thought it was all a nightmare, a nightmare he couldn’t apparently wake up from.

He stayed quiet for a second to see if he could hear Beavis roam around the house, and he did. He heard him doing something in the kitchen. As if on cue, Beavis walked out of the kitchen and saw Butthead up. He quickly ran toward him and sat down on the other side.

“Butthead! Are you okay? Like- Like are you gonna die?!” Beavis asked, his leg shaking up and down.

Butthead took a bit to respond, “No… I’m not you dumbass.”

“But uhm… You were like… Bleeding real bad and stuff.” Beavis said.

“I know.”

Beavis looked to his side, he wasn’t sure what to say. “Uhm… I cleaned out the bathroom… So… There’s no stains or broken glass.” He said.

“Okay.”

Beavis felt awkward, he didn’t know if he should stay or go. He didn’t want to leave Butthead again, but he didn’t want him to feel awkward as well. He tried to make up something to say until Butthead spoke first.

“Why did you change my clothes? I could’ve done it myself.” He asked.

“Well… Your clothes were wet, and I think you can get sick from that, if I remember right. And… You were sleeping for a while.” Beavis answered.

Butthead stared at him, he gave him a dirty look. “So… You… Took off my clothes… And found these random clothes?” He asked.

“Uhh… Yeah… That isn’t gay, is it? I mean… Uhm… I only changed your shirt and pants.” Beavis asked.

“That’s the most gayest thing I ever heard, Beavis.” Butthead replied. He couldn’t resist chuckling a bit at it.

“So you rather be in cold clothes than in nice and warm ones?! I personally went to that free clothes shop in the middle of the night where all the weirdos were out and picked out those!” Beavis said, his tone instantly changing.

“Beavis. I have clothes here you could have picked out… You need to think, you relic. Besides, you are one of the ‘weirdos’.” Butthead said in a flat tone.

Beavis groaned in annoyance and he leaned back on the couch. “Whatever.” He whispered.

Butthead stood up from the couch. He walked toward the kitchen, Beavis watching him as he did so. He thought of what had happened the night before, he stared at the spot Butthead once laid upon. He remembered checking in on him in the middle of the night and saw tears in his eyes. It made him sad in a way, but he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t the one who did all of that, so what is this? Guilt? Beavis thought about it for a bit before he decided to get up from the couch.

He walked slowly into the kitchen, he didn’t want to make it noticeable to Butthead that he was coming.

“What? Do you have to follow me around everywhere?” Butthead asked, looking through the cabinets.

Beavis stepped into the kitchen, he cracked his fingers as he watched Butthead. “No- No… I just… I just wanted to ask you something…” He asked quietly.

Butthead continued looking through the cabinets, he knew he was going to ask something stupid. So he waited to answer him. But he finally found something to eat, a bag of chips, after he took it out he looked over to Beavis. “What?”

Beavis took a bit to answer as well, he kept cracking his fingers even though it didn’t do anything. He didn’t know if he should ask him this. “Uhm… So… So… Are we gonna talk about what happened?” He asked.

Butthead stayed still, he felt his breathing getting faster. He stared at the sink, watching drops slowly come down from it. He didn’t want to explain to him this, he wouldn’t understand anyway, he’s a murderer for God's sake.

“Butthead?”

He turned his head to face Beavis, their eyes locked onto each other. Butthead could see how worried he looked, almost like a child would be worried. Beavis saw the fear in his eyes, a look he only saw one time, a long time ago.

“Something happened. That’s all. Can you just leave me alone?” Butthead asked. He didn’t bother getting a response from Beavis, he started to walk out of the kitchen when Beavis grabbed the back of his shirt.

“Did you do it because of me?”

Butthead sighed heavily, what he really wanted to say was ‘yes’ because it was Beavis’ fault. Everything was his fault. Every choice has a consequence, Beavis dug his grave. Now he was making Butthead do the same.

“What do you think, Beavis?” Butthead said in a harsh tone. He got out of Beavis’ grip and walked back to the couch. All he wanted to do was sleep, skip the entire day, try to skip as many days as possible so he can forget everything. But as he laid back down on the couch and closed his eyes, he heard Beavis try to talk to him.

“Well… If that’s from me… Then what are the ones on your thighs from? Cause I noticed some when I was changing your pants.” Beavis asked.

Butthead bolted up from the couch and stared at Beavis in such a disgusting manner. “Shut the fuck up. You tell anyone about this then I’ll actually kill you. You pervert!” He said as he laid back down and turned his whole body away from Beavis.

He stood there looking at Butthead, Beavis wasn’t sure what to do. He continued to stare at him, he thought he should leave but his body wouldn’t move. He started to crack his fingers again, still doing nothing. He turned his head to the window, then back at Butthead. Beavis finally got the courage to start walking again, he led himself outside.

Beavis sat down on the steps and stared out into the road, watching cars and people pass by. It was warm out but not too warm. He decided to take out a cigarette and lit it, he didn’t even know why, he didn’t even smoke it. Like a match he let the cigarette burn until it was almost gone.

“This sucks.”

He looked through his pockets to see what there was. Half a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, the small bag of pills that were almost gone, and some money. He unfolded the money and looked over each bill. He mumbled as he tried to count, ending up with around 50 dollars, or what he thought it was.

Beavis looked over to the bag, he gripped it tightly. Maybe him doing all of this turned him into the person he hated the most, he continued to stare at the bag. Very tempted.

“I think Stewart was lying to me. That bastard.” Beavis said to himself.

“Yeah, because Stewart wasn’t a god damn drug addict, so of course he got it mixed up with another pill.”

Beavis instantly dropped the bag and looked up to see Butthead. He stood up and chuckled nervously towards him.

“Heh-heh-hm-heh. Uh… How do you mean?” Beavis asked.

Butthead stared at him with a blank expression, he was tempted to slap him. “Beavis. Stewart was a wussy crybaby who cared about “grades” and “economic success” Do you really think he knew what those actually were?” He said.

“Uhh… Well he was a stupid nerd who knew everything… Besides! Aren't you supposed to be mad at me or something?” Beavis yelled.

“Yeah and I still am, dumbass! I just can’t trust you to go out anymore!” Butthead yelled back. He pushed Beavis out of the way as he picked up the bag.

Beavis instantly tried to take it back but got slapped in the face instead.

“Ohhh, alright, I see how it fucking is!” Beavis yelled as he tried to lunge himself onto Butthead.

Butthead quickly got out of the way and Beavis crashed onto the floor. Butthead kicked him in the stomach then he quickly walked away into the kitchen. He turned the sink on and dumped the entire bag out, he watched as the pills ran down the drain.

“AHHH! Butthead! What the hell did you do?!” Beavis yelled. He ran toward the sink and tried to pull the drain out.

“Beavis. Stop. This is just pathetic at this point.” Butthead said.

“Shut up! You’re pathetic at this point!” Beavis said as he turned off the sink. He stared back at Butthead, grinding his teeth.

He stayed silent for a moment. “That doesn’t even make any sense, dumbass.” Butthead said as he walked past Beavis.

Beavis let him go this time around and started biting his nails while staring at the sink. He finally walked out of the kitchen and saw Butthead pick something up from outside and placed it into his pocket. Beavis watched as he walked back and laid back down on the couch.

Beavis walked back outside and grabbed his lighter and cigarettes, seeing that Butthead took the money. He growled loudly and walked back inside, he shut the door loudly. He walked past Butthead and saw him already sleeping.

Beavis walked into his room and shut the door. He staggered through all the dirty clothes that were
spread across his floor and laid down on his bed. He stared around, looking at the posters of different bands on the walls.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It only felt like a minute but all of a sudden he fell asleep.

He opened his eyes only to be in water, but it wasn’t deep. He stood up and started walking around, everything was foggy, so he couldn’t see anything. He walked for what seemed like forever until he saw a figure in the distance. He ran toward it to see who it was, when it turned around it was only a shadowy figure without a face. All of a sudden it started screaming at him, Beavis quickly covered his ears. Then the figure started catching on fire and slowly began melting into the water. He stood back a bit, confused. But he started walking around again.

Beavis didn’t know where he was or where he was going. He just kept walking forward. As he was walking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his arm. He looked down and saw a huge slash across it, blood was flowing down his arm and to his hand. The blood burned, and it hurt real bad. It felt like a stinging sensation. It started to hurt more when his arms got slashed by some mysterious force. The blood seemed to become hotter and burnt more, almost through his skin.

His instincts told him to run so he did. But he couldn’t escape it, more slashes came down on his arms and legs until he could barely move anymore. He laid in the water, but even that didn’t help the pain. He didn’t know what to do, everything hurt.

He felt like a dying dog hoping to be put down. To finally rest, but it didn’t happen. Death is a privilege at that point. He looked up to the sky, only to see darkness. He wanted to wake up, more than anything. But Hell only just started. The whispers came back, and they were angry. They weren’t even whispering, more like screaming. Saying that he had failed them, that there weren’t enough sacrifices for the great day. Then reminded Beavis that if he brought enough sacrifices, only then will he be safe on the great day. Which is near as they remind him. He agreed, telling that he would bring more.

He woke up screaming.

Beavis looked around to see that everything was back to normal. He looked down at his arms and legs so see no slashes. He took deep breaths as he tried to think of a solution to everything. Butthead came to see what was with the screaming.

“What the hell are you doing in here…” He said in his normal monotone voice.

“Nothing! Just- I- I need a smoke…” Beavis replied, getting off his bed to try to go out, only for Butthead to stop him from leaving the bedroom.

“Well it sounded like something!” Butthead said.

“It’s really nothing! Just let me leave!” Beavis yelled, trying to pass Butthead.

“You better tell me! No normal person just wakes up screaming for no reason!” He tugged the collar of Beavis’ shirt. “But of course I guess you’re not normal, huh Beavis?” He said.

“Okay! Fine! I need more sacrifices for this ‘judgement day’ or- or- ‘The great day’ or whatever it’s called. Or like I’m in big trouble! And- and- I don’t know what will happen!” Beavis said.

Butthead got taken aback by this. “Judgement day? Like… Terminator 2?” He asked.

“No! Not god damn Terminator! Well… I don’t know what it means… But all I know- I… I just gotta keep doing what I’m doing and they’re happy!” Beavis said.

“Who is they? Did you finally really lose it this time, Beavis?” Butthead said, shaking him.

“The voices! And no- I have not lose it! I didn’t lose anything! I’m as fine as I have been!” Beavis said, pushing Butthead out of his way.

Butthead scoffed, he watched as Beavis headed into the kitchen. He heard the phone being dialed and then silence.

He walked into the kitchen to see who Beavis was calling. “Now what are you doing?” He asked.

“Shh… God! He needs to pick up!” Beavis said. He stomped his foot on the ground in frustration.

“Beavis! Just fucking talk to me!” Butthead yelled, shaking him.

Beavis stayed silent, he glanced at the phone numbers and looked at Butthead in his eyes. “Oh! So now you want to talk to me! Of course when it’s about anybody else BUT you, you want to be concerned.” He said.

“It’s not like that and you know it, Beavis.” Butthead said.

“Yes I do know something… And that is… You- You want my whole life to- to be around you!” Beavis yelled.

Butthead stayed silent for a bit. He watched as Beavis glanced down at the floor and then he perked up when he heard someone speaking from the other end.

“Hm. Danny?” Beavis started, he listened for a second. “No- That’s not what I’m asking for- But you know I would if I was there. Heh-heh-hm…” He chuckled a bit more as he listened more. “We’ll talk about that later… But I need a favor- It’s very important. Can I come by soon?” He glanced back at Butthead, seeing he had the most disturbing look on his face. It scared him a bit, but he focused on the phone. “Uh huh… Yeah. Okay, I’ll see you later then. Hm-heh-heh. Thank you drive thru.” He hung up the phone and walked out of the kitchen.

“No. You are not going anywhere alone.” Butthead said.

Beavis turned around, “You can’t go anywhere yourself! People are gonna question your… You know… And I just don’t want that to happen to you.” He said.

Butthead looked at his bandaged wrists, a little bit of him got mad for even mentioning this, but he stuffed it back down. “I’ll just find a long sleeve shirt… Simple. Give me a second.” He walked away and went into Beavis’ room.

He searched through the piles of clothes, he regrets only wearing band shirts. But finally he found a black long sleeve shirt, he has no memory of this specific one. Odd.

He didn’t bother to take his first shirt off and slid the long sleeve one over it. He adjusted the sleeves and walked out, he was surprised that Beavis actually waited for him. He looked at Butthead funny, staring at the shirt, but he didn’t say anything, so they began walking down town.

Butthead felt weird walking with Beavis going to buy- or whatever he’s doing. Something wondered in Butthead’s mind, when did Beavis even get into all these pills and stuff? Of course it would be insane to even ask him that, he’ll fabricate the story to seem like he’s the victim. But he had to really think about when he would’ve taken anything. But he really couldn’t.

But he thought of another thing to ask him. “Why are we even going here? Because of your dream?”

Beavis continued walking, he didn’t bother to answer his question right away. “Because… I need help with something.” He said finally.

Butthead sighed in annoyance as they continued walking.

Beavis looked calm but there was a rising storm in his head. He couldn’t stop thinking about the voices. The voices confused him, he never understood what it was when he was a teenager and he still doesn’t now. They only became a problem when the years went by, ever since that one night, it just grew more. It sucked. He actually tried to get rid of them one day, he thought that if he hit his head hard enough, then it would all stop, it sounded good to him. So, he spent almost the whole day hitting himself with a bat, which Butthead tried to shut it down multiple times before he took the bat from him. Butthead believed he actually got brain damage, which will explain some things.

Beavis chuckles a bit at the memory from time to time. This wasn’t any exception to now, he smiled a bit, chuckling. Butthead got confused, “The hell are you laughing at?” He said, chuckling as well.

“Nothing.” Beavis started, he looked up and saw the same building as before. He hit Butthead multiple times to tell him that they were there. They both got inside the broken building, walked upstairs. Butthead felt his stomach drop again like before, hurting a bit.

Beavis saw his “friend” or whatever he was, and walked over to him. “Heh-heh-heh. Hey Danny.” He said, smiling.

Danny looked up and stood from the dirty couch that was placed there. “Hey- Hey Beavis….” He said, looking over behind Beavis to see that same man he beat up from the previous days before. “Why is- is- is he here?” He asked, sniffling a bit.

“Oh- Don’t mind him. He just- Wanted to come along.” Beavis said, glaring at Butthead a bit.

“Okay… Well- uhm- What- What do you wan- want.” He asked.

“Oh yeah- Didn’t you tell me that there were people who didn’t pay you for your services or something?” Beavis replied.

Danny thought for a second, “Yes?… In- Including you…” He said.

Beavis scoffed, “You know I’ll do you good. Just-“ He got cut off by Butthead laughing, muttering something. Beavis stared at him until he stopped. “Uhm- heh- Anyways… I have something to offer…” He started.

Danny got intrigued, “What? Some- Some kind of- of- trade?” He asked.

“Yes! If you give me some of the people you owe you, then… I can… Kill them. Heh-heh-hm-heh. And I’ll be cut from the chains you have on me.” He replied, smiling, thinking this is the best idea in the entire world.

Butthead sighed in annoyance, “Of course it’s the first thing he thinks.” He muttered to himself, crossing his arms.

Danny was stunned for a second, “You were responsible for- for- for the Burger World murders… Weren’t you?” He asked.

Beavis paused for a second, he thought he took care of all of the evidence, but his thoughts got interrupted by Butthead yelling at him.

“What the hell! I thought you would’ve at least hide the bodies, stupid!” Butthead yelled.

“I did! I threw them in the dumpster and- I… I think I cleaned up… I think.” Beavis pondered.

“The cops found 2- 2 bodies in the dumpster and evidence of hu- human dna in the fryer…” Danny stated, staring at Beavis.

“Shit- Today was Thursday- Damnit- Damnit- Damnit!” Beavis yelled, kicking a piece of a rock.

Butthead sighed, he didn’t bother to yell at him even more.

“Just- Just… Nevermind that! Well Danny will you take my offer?” Beavis asked.

Danny questioned him, “If- if- you kill them… Then- you- you’re on a- a- a higher risk for cops…” He thought for a second more, thinking that the cops wouldn’t suspect him but Beavis. “Yeah, alright. Follow me- me.” He said, leading the 2 of them in some other room in the building

The room that they entered was some garden, it was filled with only what seemed like one set of plants.

“Hey what’s this?” Beavis asked, going up to one of the plants.

“It’s… The farm… I- I only plant some things around town so that I won’t ge- get caught. This- is- is- the marijuana farm, stuff calms you- you down. Makes you mellow.” Danny answered, signaling them to keep moving down.

“I thought you said you get in shipments of stuff.” Butthead said.

Danny turned around, surprised Butthead actually talked, “For- for like… Rare stuff or- or seeds.” He replied.

“Why do you stutter like that? Too much of that powder stuff?” Butthead asked, chuckling.

Danny got annoyed, he kinda understood Beavis’ actions now. “No… I- I have a con- condition… Seems like you- you two have some condition where you- you- laugh after- after every sent- sentence.” He said.

“Nuh uh!” Beavis said. As on cue, they both started laughing for no reason.

Danny chuckled a bit as well. He shook his head as he walked farther down the building. They made it to some seating area, Beavis and Butthead were told to sit down while Danny looked through something. He looked at a paper, going down the different names.

“So- So I assume you gu- guys don’t ha- have a car, do you?” He asked.

The two looked at each other then back at Danny. “No we don’t. We can’t afford one and Beavis’ mom sold hers for extra cash.” Butthead answered.

Danny then looked through the list, “Well, I- I got a guy in- in here that- that has a car. Drives his car- car round town, pretty- pretty good looking one.” He said.

“Uh, who is it?” Butthead asked.

“Todd Ian- Ianuzzi, he gets stuff- stuff from me- me- once in a- awhile, and when I- I- I ask if he’ll pay this time- time he- he’s always says to- to just put it on- on his tab.” Danny looked down at the paper again. “He’s been say- saying that for a cup- couple of months now.” He turned to look at them.

Butthead was in a dazed state, he turned to look at Beavis, which he seemed the opposite of him. “Are… Are you gonna really kill Todd? I mean- He’s cool, would you really want to kill like… One of the most coolest guys.” He said.

Beavis turned to him, “Well… Uh- We can get a car, you been wanting one for a bit now…” He said, looking down at the ground.

“Well- Well he’s my big- biggest problem right now. So- So if you agree then- then, Beavis, you- you’ll be cut from you- your- your debt.” Danny said, he put the paper back with some other ones and escorted Beavis and Butthead out of the building.

The two walked down the street in silence, Beavis knew that there was tension between the two and what was going to happen.

“Hey- Uhm. Are you okay?” Beavis asked, tapping on his shoulder.

Butthead ignored him and walked a little faster than him.

“Hey- Hey- Hey! Listen, there can be another way!” Beavis yelled, going after him.

“No, there isn’t. That’s why you wanted to go there. To please those stupid voices you got in your head- And do you know why you have those? Because you’re crazy! Crazy, Beavis!” Butthead yelled, he turned around to face Beavis.

Beavis stood there, he thought about it. He heard Butthead yell at him but he continued to stare at the ground.

“You know I’m right… Don’t you? That’s why you stare at the ground like some wuss!” Butthead said.

“I’m not a wuss… Have you seen the things I’ve done? And- And you still treat me the same way!” Beavis said, he got closer to Butthead.

“Because you’re a murderer! And what do you mean, have you seen the way you treated me?! You make me clean up your messes! You make me fear for my life every single day!” Butthead yelled, he slapped Beavis real hard, making him almost fall over.

Beavis held the place where he got slapped, he stared at Butthead with this weird look on his face. He clutched his hand into a fist, he punched Butthead in his face. He was too slow to react to it, he laid on the ground, looking up at Beavis.

“What the hell?! Now I’m really gonna kick your ass, Beavis.” Butthead yelled as he got back up and tried to punch Beavis only to beat him to it. Butthead fell back onto the ground, he felt blood trickling down his nose, he used his thumb to wipe some of it off, staring at the smeared blood on his thumb. He started panicking when he felt his shirt being tugged on and his body started moving. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” Butthead yelled, he tried to turn around and stop Beavis but failed.

Beavis dragged Butthead all the way back home, somehow nobody noticed or didn’t care, which is probably the second option. Butthead tried to fight back once in a while, but he gave up after a bit.

Beavis opened the door and threw Butthead into the house. He slammed the door shut, he turned to Butthead. “Get up.” He said. He dragged Butthead to the couch, throwing him onto it.

Beavis walked off into the kitchen, Butthead panicked more as he tried to shake out of his dazed state. He heard a cabinet open and close quickly, he started breathing faster as he saw Beavis come back out with a knife.

“So if you think that I’m the crazy one. Fine. Heh-heh-hm-heh. I’ll show you what hell can be like.” Beavis said.

Butthead thought in that moment that he was going to die. Actually die this time. Maybe it was for the best. He’d finally be free of that monster. But no. It was simply something worse than death.

Beavis ran over and pinned Butthead down to the couch, he ran the knife over his face. He used the tip of the knife to slice through the side of his face, leaving a little bit of blood flowing out.

“Get the fuck off me, Beavis!” Butthead yelled as he tried to push him off to no avail.

Beavis then placed the blade down to his neck, slowly pushing it more into it, causing it to also bleed. Butthead started panicking and tried to punch Beavis, which only worked a little, but mostly not. He tried to think of what else to do, until he realized something. He spat in Beavis’ face which seemed to work as he tried to wipe the spit off his face. At that moment Butthead kicked Beavis in the stomach, causing him to fall back on the coffee table.

Butthead got up and tried to unarm him, only to be stabbed in the hand, the exact hand he cut himself with. He started panicking again and grabbed the knife from his flesh, blood started gushing out. He dropped the knife as he fled to the bathroom.

He turned on the water and rinsed some of the blood. He searched the cabinet and found a whole wrap of bandages, he grabbed it and started wrapping his whole hand up to try to stop the bleeding. The blood flow didn’t stop immediately because the blood was seeping through the bandages, he didn’t know what to do now. He watched as the blood flow slowly stopped, he took the first bandages off and put new ones, but more blood started to come out still.

Beavis sat there as he watched Butthead do all of that. He picked up the knife and examined it, he used his finger to wipe some of the blood off. He stared at it as he licked it, he wasn’t sure why he did it. But it tasted like nothing. He looked back at Butthead.

He was wiping some of the blood off from his neck and face. He didn’t bother to even look at Beavis, he was disgusted at him. He heard Beavis get up from the ground and walk toward him.

“Don’t you dare come in here.” Butthead said, not bothering to look at him.

Beavis stopped in his tracks and stood there. He watched as Butthead turned around.

“I want to out. I don’t care if this is your house, you have to leave.” Butthead said.

“You can’t just kick me out of my own house! Are you kidding?!” Beavis yelled.

“No I’m not kidding, Beavis.” Butthead said, he raised his hand up to him. “Did you see what you have done!? Beavis, all you do is hurt the people around you and you don’t even feel bad about it!” He yelled.

“I don’t just hurt everyone around me! You think I don’t feel awful… And- and you don’t think I have feelings? Well I do… I have big feelings and… I do feel this- this war inside of me that I can’t control…” Beavis said, he looked down. He felt embarrassed for even saying such stupid stuff like that.

Butthead stood there, his eyes widened at this revelation. He began to walk over to Beavis. “Really? You… You have… Empathy?” He asked.

“Yes! You know I am a normal human being like you! Besides, you’re the one who doesn’t have empathy.” Beavis said. He stared into Butthead’s eyes, seeing some kind of guilt in them.

He knew it was working.

Beavis then steered the conversation over to the Todd situation. “So… What if I don’t even kill Todd? Like I just knock him out or something and get all of whatever is in his car?” He suggested.

Butthead tried to think about it, he stared back into Beavis’ eyes. There was nothing. He turned his attention away from him, looking at the floor. “Yeah… Okay.” He said.

Beavis smiled, “Wonderful! You’re a good thinker!” He said.

Butthead got confused when he said that. He wasn’t the one who thought that. He stared back at him in shock. “Huh?” He questioned. But Beavis didn’t give him an explanation. Instead, he grabbed Butthead’s shirt and pulled him out of the room. “Woah, where are we going?!” He asked.

“We’re going to go get ourselves a car!” Beavis said. He led both of them outside and they went down the sidewalk.

“How are we even going to find him?” Butthead asked. He swept away the dust that was on the sweater he was wearing.

“Oh, he’ll find us. Don’t worry. Heh-heh-hm-heh.” Beavis said. He chuckled a bit more as they walked down the street.

Beavis and Butthead then walked all the way to the MaxiMart. They stared at the entrance until Beavis decided to sit down on the curb, Butthead decided to go inside for a drink. He walked to the refrigerators and opened one of the doors, he picked out a glass bottle of beer. It was the cheapest one he could find, so he bought it. Butthead walked out and sat next to Beavis, he looked over and saw that he had bought something.

“Hey! You didn’t get me anything!” Beavis yelled, trying to grab the bottle.

Butthead leaned back and slapped Beavis’ hands away. “Well, you should’ve gone inside with me! I can’t just predict what you want!” He yelled.

Beavis growled and leaned away from him. He stared out into the street, his leg shaking a bit. Butthead then took the bottle and opened it by using the curb. He started drinking it very slowly, waiting.

They probably waited for about half an hour. All they did was stare at the street, well that’s what Beavis did. Butthead decided to fully start drinking, he continued to walk back and forth inside MaxiMart and buy beer. He didn’t bother to buy a pack, he just continued buying single bottles. After he was done with them he chucked all the bottles to the dumpster. Beavis watched in annoyance, not once did Butthead ever get him a beer. But it was kinda funny seeing Butthead intoxicated, hearing him mutter such nonsense.

But finally after almost an hour, the man of the hour showed up, Todd. He sped into the front of MaxiMart and got out of his car. He was about to go in when he saw Beavis and Butthead. Todd chuckled to himself as he thought he was going to have a good laugh. He walked up to the two and swiped the bottle of beer Butthead had in his hand, he didn’t even realize that happened until he saw Todd drink it.

Butthead chuckled as he looked at Todd. He genuinely felt joy when seeing him, it was weird. Beavis had grown to the fact that Todd wasn’t cool and all he was is just some wannabe. He always watched as Todd snatched whatever Butthead had at the time, he never understood why he always did that and Butthead just allowed him to. He also hated the fact that he did the same back then when they were teenagers. But they weren’t boys anymore, Todd never got that, he still called them the names he would back then. That’s what grew Beavis to despise him so much.

Todd hadn’t changed much in his appearance either. Still wearing that same biker jacket. That’s basically it. His hair has grown a bit, guess that’s a little change. But furthermore, Beavis conducted his plan.

While Todd was rambling on about absolutely nothing, Beavis got up and stood in front of him. “Hey Todd! Uh- Since we’re all here and all. Heh-heh-hm-heh. Can we- Try to join your gang again?” He asked.

Todd looked at him, his shoulders tensed up a bit. He thought he was joking for a second until he realized that Beavis looked sincere. “Uh- Yeah. Yeah, you can try and join again.” He said, fixing his composure.

Butthead looked over to Beavis then Todd, “Huh-huh-huh. Yeah, but I get like… A higher rank than you, Beavis.” He said.

Beavis looked over, “Yeah- Whatever.” He said before he felt his shirt collar being tugged on and felt himself being dragged across to the back of Todd’s trunk. He sat there as he watched him do the same for Butthead. Then Todd closed the trunk and got inside the car.

He heard the car start and began driving. The whole time they were bouncing up and down due to the road. Butthead became sick due to it.

“Hey- Hey Beavis. Uh- I don’t feel good… Like… I’m gonna puke, dude. Huh-huh-huh.” Butthead said.

“Don’t you dare! This whole trunk will smell bad, like really bad.” Beavis said. He backed away from Butthead a little.

Butthead tried to calm down a bit to see if that would work but it didn’t. Beavis watched, doing nothing to help. The two sat there for a while, Beavis ended up laying down for a bit. Butthead still sat there as he felt very nauseous.

He looked down at the floor and back at Beavis. “I can’t hold it in anymore… Huh-huh-huh.” He said as he chuckled a bit more. He immediately felt his throat hurt and he began vomiting. Beavis jolted up, instantly hitting his head on the trunk.

“Ah! Shit- Shit. Butthead! I told you to not puke!” Beavis yelled as he rubbed the back of his head. He saw Butthead as he began a coughing fit. He was coughing so much that sprinkles of blood started coming out as well.

Beavis fell back on the floor, he used his shirt to plug his nose. He closed his eyes, he heard the horrifying noise of which Butthead’s coughing. It became more deadly.

“Hey! Can you stop that?! Can’t you control yourself?” Beavis yelled, giving Butthead a stern look.

Butthead then forced himself to stop coughing, he looked down at Beavis. “I- I- I can’t!” Immediately followed by a cough. His throat had become so dry that he tried to shallow of whatever spit he had in his mouth, only to work a little.

Beavis only watched, he sighed as he looked up toward the roof. He saw a bit of light coming from a hole, he sat up to take a closer look. He peeked through the hole to try and see where they were. He only saw trees and the sky had become a red/orangeish color. “Huh. It’s only starting to get dark.” He said to himself.

He felt his whole body suddenly shift over and crash into one of the walls of the trunk. Butthead felt the same, his whole body being dragged across the trunk into a wall.

Beavis looked out of the hole and saw a shadow past by. He looked to the front where the opening of the trunk is and witnessed Todd opening it. He stared at Beavis and Butthead, then saw the pile of puke.

“What the hell, man?! I swear if that stains anything I’ll kick your asses!” Todd said while he then grabbed both of them. He dragged them out of the trunk and onto the dirt road.

Butthead looked up at Todd, “Soooo… Do we pass?” He asked, chuckling.

Todd chuckled himself, “Yeah… No, you guys didn’t. And you guys will never pass, so will you stop asking me like every month?” He said.

“Well… Uhhh… Huh-huh-huh. If you- you just allow us to join… Then we wouldn’t have to ask…” Butthead replied, he chuckled some more.

Todd picked Butthead up by the collar of his shirt. He stared at him intensely, “Not in any world would I allow you little girls to join my gang.” He said sternly.

“Huh-huh-huh. We’re like… 21 years old now or something. That’s not exactly… Little.” Butthead said, his words slurred as he spoke. He looked over and saw that Beavis wasn’t there, but his attention got quickly drawn when Todd started shaking him.

“Huh? For whatever how old you are, you act like a child.” Todd said. He threw him on the ground again.

Todd looked over and saw that Beavis wasn’t there, he looked around the area until he turned around. He saw Beavis with his bat and swung it at his head. Todd didn’t get a chance to react, next thing he knew he was falling toward the ground.

Butthead looked down toward his feet and saw Todd lying on the ground, “Woah. I think he’s passed out or something…” He said. He soon saw that blood was trickling down Todd’s forehead. Butthead started to worry a bit, he got closer to Todd, he suddenly backed up when he saw Beavis start bashing his head.

“Yeah! Is this a child?! Huh?! You god damn scumbag!” Beavis yelled. He continued swinging the bat until Butthead stopped him and took the bat away from him.

“What the hell are you doing!? You made a promise to me, Beavis!” He said, looking behind him, “Holy shit… You really bashed his head in…” He stared at Todd for longer than he should’ve. “Ugh! You can almost see the brain!” He said. Butthead bend down to see it closer, he immediately stepped back and looked at Beavis.

Beavis stared at him, his expression was cold. “Listen… I- I had to do it. He was gonna kick your ass. Had to do what I had to do…” He said.

“Do you… Even have remorse for this?” He didn’t let Beavis answer that question, “No. You don’t… You’re just a big ol’ wussy who… Who only cares about yourself…” He said, his words slurred the more he was enraged.

“You’re drunk, you don’t know anything about me and how I feel.” Beavis said. He looked at the trunk and at Todd. He walked past Butthead and dragged Todd’s body in the trunk.

“No I’m not! Shut up!” Butthead yelled. He walked over to the driver’s side of the car, only for Beavis to yell at him more.

“You stop right there! You ain’t driving, you’re too drunk to be anyway!” Beavis yelled. He finished putting Todd in the trunk and searched his pockets. Finding some cash, but that was about it. He looked at Todd one final time, he looked down at his jacket, he thought he should reap his reward. Beavis lifted Todd’s upper body and pulled his jacket off of him. He dropped the body back onto the floor of the trunk and closed it.

Beavis walked over to where Butthead was, he looked down to the jacket. Around the collar it had some blood on it, but you could barely see it.

“What… Why do you have Todd’s jacket?” Butthead asked, stumbling over to the passenger side.

“I don’t know… Thought it was cool. The only part that was cool about him…” Beavis said, he muttered the last part. He got into the car and saw that it was still started.

“Beavis. You don’t even know how to drive… Huh-huh-huh.” Butthead said, he got comfortable in the seat, leaning back.

“Yeah I do! Besides, I could drive better than you can!” Beavis yelled, stepping on the gas only for the car to not go. He looked over and saw a handle, he pulled it to “D” then stepped on the gas. The car immediately going, Beavis held both of his hands on the wheel. He looked around to see where they were. He remembered going down this trail when Todd would drop them off there the last few times.

Beavis drove for a while until he finally got onto an actual road. Then he could easily tell where they were, he drove downtown where a familiar friend was. He looked over and saw Butthead passed out, he chuckled a little. “Dumbass” He muttered.

Beavis drove to the same building as before, the sky becoming a dark blue by the time he got there. He got out of the car and walked in, he went up the stairs, passing some other people walking out. He made it up the stairs and saw Danny, sniffing a bit and looking up at Beavis.

“Uh- Hey… What- What you want?” Danny asked, walking over to him.

“I got what you need.” Beavis said, smiling widely.

Danny gave him a dumbfounded look, “Hm? Oh! Fuck! You act- actually did it?” He asked, beginning to go downstairs, Beavis followed behind.

“Yeah… I did. He’s in the trunk, you wanna see?” Beavis asked, chuckling.

Danny stopped to think, he looked back up at Beavis then continued, “Yeah. Show me this.” He said.

The two made it to the car and around to the back. Beavis lifted up the trunk to a dead Todd Ianuzzi. Danny looked away instantly, he motioned Beavis to close it.

“So… Am I good?” Beavis asked.

Danny thought for a second, he thought that if Beavis was still in debt to him, he could get a lot done. “No- No. I need you- your help some mo- more- more.” He said.

“Nuh uh! Beavis… You asshole don’t fucking- Ugh. Don’t go get yourself into more trouble!” Butthead said, he staggered out of the car and gripped Beavis’ shoulder.

“You smell like beer. Get in the car! I’ll just drive you home, how ‘bout that!” Beavis yelled, gripping Butthead’s arm tightly, causing him to let go of Beavis’ shoulder.

“Whatever! If you get arrested it’s not my- Fault!” Butthead yelled back before getting back into the car.

Beavis looked back over to Danny, “Uhm… I’m sorry about him… But yeah, I’ll take that offer.” He said.

“Okay. Why no- not after you- you drop him of- off, you can come over and I’ll- I’ll tell you.” Danny said. He then walked back into the building.

Beavis walked back over to the driver’s side and got in. He drove away and back over to the house. But on the way he saw a pond area, he pulled over and got out. He tested the water to see how deep it is, he looked around and saw a little boardwalk. Beavis got back into the car and drove towards the boardwalk.

“What are you… Doing?” Butthead asked.

“Trying to get rid of a body, what does it look like I’m doing?” Beavis replied.

“No… It looks like you're driving around like a dumbass!” Butthead said, looking around to see where they were. “Where even are we?” He asked.

“We’re like… Uh… I don’t know. It’s just some pond. Hold on give me a second.” Beavis said, he stopped the car and got out. Butthead looked behind him to see what he was doing.

Beavis opened the trunk and dragged the body out, looking side to side at times to check for anyone. He dragged it all the way to the edge of the boardwalk. He thought for a second, “Don’t I need to tie his foot to a brick or something?” He thought to himself. Beavis then ran back over to the grass and found a big rock. He carried it over to where Todd was and set it down, he then realized he didn’t have anything to tie it up with.

“Damnit! Ugh! Okay. Uhhh… Maybe he has something in his car.” Beavis said to himself. He walked back to the car, he climbed inside to find rope.

“What are you doing now?” Butthead asked. He swung his leg a little, his fingers tapping on the side of the car.

“I’m just trying to find rope. Something! Oh.” Beavis found a small bag with something in it. He quickly grabbed it, he looked under it and saw rope. Beavis grabbed that and got out of the car and back to the boardwalk.

Butthead looked behind him to see what there was. There was a bunch of old food wrappers but he saw a whole case of beer. He quickly grabbed one and opened it, almost immediately drinking it entirely. “Stupid Beavis… I should’ve killed him in his sleep. Yeah. Huh-huh-huh.” He said, taking another beer. “Should’ve done a lot of things… A lot.” He continued, thinking for a second. He threw the beer to the floor and using his shirt so he could scream without Beavis hearing. “God damnit! Ugh! I can’t do anything right! I should’ve just did it right the first time! Ah! Stupid, stupid!” He yelled.

Beavis then got back into the car, he put his hands on the wheel. He took a deep breath and slowly put his foot on the gas. He looked over to Butthead, he seemed calm again. Beavis continued stepping on the gas, driving away.

The two sat in silence as Beavis drove. Butthead continued to drink every can of beer. Beavis observed every time he would get one.

“You better stop. You’re gonna black out before we even get home.” Beavis said.

“Sssh… Shut up! I’m perfect. Peachy even! Or whatever… People say… Huh-huh-huh.” Butthead said, he did a lazy sway, waiting for Beavis to reply.

“Peachy? What do we live in… The 1920s?” Beavis replied annoyingly. He tightened his grip on the wheel.

“What- Whatever… Just drop me home and you can kill all the people you want.” Butthead said, he suddenly started laughing. “You know… I think I know why you do that…” He started.

Beavis glanced over at him, then back on the road. “What is that?” He asked.

Butthead chuckled some more before answering, “You get a boner anytime you kill somebody, don’t you?” He said.

Beavis’ grip tightened more to the point where his knuckles turned white. He sighed angrily, hoping Butthead would stop talking.

“Huh-huh-huh. You do! I bet you would score with a dead body!” Butthead yelled, he instantly got attacked by Beavis.

“Shut up! Shut up! I should’ve just killed you, you would probably love that! Since you like killing yourself!” Beavis yelled, he tried to choke Butthead.

“Ah! Beavis! Get the hell off of me!” Butthead yelled, he gripped Beavis’ hair and yanked it. “Dude! We’re gonna crash! Get the fuck back on the wheel!” He tried to grab the wheel only for Beavis to quickly step on the brakes, causing Butthead to slam into the radio.

“Get out.” Beavis said sternly, not bothering to look at him.

“Huh?” Is all Butthead could say.

“Are you fucking deaf? Get out!” Beavis yelled.

Butthead quickly grabbed the rest of the beer and got out. He slammed the door and watched as Beavis drove away quickly. He looked around to see where he was, he saw that he wasn’t too far from the house.

Butthead started his short journey back home, he only had to turn three times then he was back. He walked up the steps and opened the door. He stumbled across to the living room and fell upon the couch. He reached over for the remote and grabbed it, he turned it on to a random movie. Then let the remote fall out of his hand.

He sat up and grabbed a beer, he opened it, drinking it instantly, then throwing it onto the ground. He continued this process until there was no more left. Butthead slumped back onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. The weight of his eyelids made him fall asleep a little bit after he laid down.

It had been hours before Beavis got back home again. He did many things he wasn’t proud of, but there’s no point in feeling this way. He told himself not to feel bad about what he does, who knows, maybe the people deserve it, they could’ve been worse than what Beavis was.

But once he opened that door all he could smell was beer, it was intoxicating. He staggered into the living room and saw Butthead passed out on the couch, he walked past him and went into his room. He had brought Todd's jacket in, he put it on, seemingly it fit well on him. He walked over to his dresser and tried to find a sleeveless shirt, he almost pulled out all of his clothes until he found one. He took off both of his shirts and put on the sleeveless one, then wore the jacket again.

Beavis then realized that he should change his shorts into pants, so he looked again in his dresser and found some black pants. He did the same process and wore the pants. Beavis then looked down and saw Todd’s name still there, he quickly searched his room for scissors, once he did, he cut off the patch that had Todd’s name and threw it on the floor. He then searched around his room for a mirror and found a full body one on the floor. Beavis lifted it up from the ground and saw that it was shattered on the top left corner, he checked himself out for a second.

“I can score if I wanted to, that bunghole doesn't know anything…” He muttered to himself. He turned around and walked over to his bed, he climbed on it and slowly fell asleep.

The next day when Beavis woke up, he got up to the kitchen and checked the time, almost 3pm, he didn’t expect to sleep this long. He was about to leave the house when he glanced over at Butthead, he looked like he was going to be asleep for a long time. Beavis then walked out of the house and drove to the MaxiMart. He bought some nachos and sat on the curb. He enjoyed the sun on his arms, it actually felt nice, he hadn't been this relaxed in a while. He soaked himself for the sun for some time then he continued eating his nachos.

Once he was done with the nachos, he got back into the car and drove around town for a while. He listened to the radio while doing so. He probably used up almost all the gas just driving around town, he liked the feel of Todd’s car. It felt like the world just stopped and it was just him and the road. That all stopped when he saw a red blinking light come on and saw that the car needed gas. So, he quickly went to the nearest gas station and filled up the car.

Beavis drove away once he was done with that. For once in many days he felt free, blissful. Soon after an hour or so he came back home. He walked through the door and looked into the living room and saw Butthead wasn’t there. He looked in the kitchen, then into the bathroom. He turned around to walk out and instantly got hit by a glass bottle, he stumbled over and saw Butthead standing before him.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Beavis asked. He tried to get up again only for Butthead to kick him in his stomach. Beavis coughed a lot as he tried crawling away, but Butthead slammed his foot on his back.

“So… You seem to beat me up when I’m most vulnerable, but it’s not okay when I do it? What the hell are you on? Oh! I know what…” Butthead said as he dug his foot into Beavis’ back more, causing him to whine.

“Okay! Okay! I get it, I’m a piece of shit! Just get your foot off of me!” Beavis yelled. He finally felt free again, as he tried to get up he felt an arm wrapped around his neck. He tried to do something, everything to get out of Butthead’s grip. But nothing worked. He felt himself lose air, his eyes were getting harder to open. Beavis felt his whole body shake until finally his eyes stayed closed. Everything was black.

Beavis didn’t feel anything, but he knew something happened. Everything just stopped. His mind went blank but he felt clear. But he wasn’t free just yet.

Chapter Text

It was a normal average day in Highland, Texas. Well, mostly normal. But the sun was shining, it was a normal day. Indeed it was. But unfortunately it wasn’t for Beavis. He usually spent his days inside of his house with his best friend, Butthead. But he was alone today, and somebody he never could’ve expected came by.

Beavis was sitting right in front of the tv, watching a Metallica music video, his favorite one in fact. He watched in admiration, hearing the familiar beat made him feel like it was the 90s again. It was a nice feeling of nostalgia. It stopped suddenly when he heard a knock on the door. He wondered if it was some sales person, usually nobody knocks on the door.

Beavis lowered the volume on the tv to hear if he was actually hearing the knocking sound, instantly he heard it again. Beavis got up from the floor and walked towards the door, he opened it and saw her. Her curly blonde hair, her blue eyes, her smile. Beavis nearly gasped when he saw her. He immediately felt her embrace, it was warm, nice. A break from what he’s used to.

She stepped into the house, looking around before going into the kitchen, Beavis followed behind. He watched as she sat down on a chair.

“What? You’re not going to say hi to me?” She asked, her smile dropping from her face.

Beavis froze and glanced down, “Oh- Uh- Yeah. Hi mom…” He said.

Her smile instantly reappeared again, “Hello, darling. How are you?” She asked.

Beavis stayed silent for a bit until he responded, “I’m good…” He said.

“That’s good. How’s Butthead?” She asked.

“He’s… Good. Did his mom come with you this time?” Beavis asked.

She took a while to answer, “No, she unfortunately did not… But that’s okay! So, what have you been up to?” She asked.

“Nothing much… I was watching tv earlier… Since Butthead isn’t here.” Beavis replied.

“You weren’t sitting too close to it, were you? You know I have told you that you can hurt your eyes if you do that.” She said, crossing her arms.

“No- No! I would never do that, mom!” Beavis said.

“Good! I’ve told you that I wasn’t gonna pay just for those doctors to look at your eyes and tell us what we all ready know!” She said, she took out a pack of cigarettes and grabbed one. She lit one and inhaled, blowing the smoke away from the both of them, coughing.

“Yes… I know mom. But you know I’m grown up now… I can pay for my own things.” Beavis said.

“Ohh… My baby is all grown up… What are you now? 19?” She asked, taking another inhale.

“21… I think. How do you not know how old I am?” Beavis asked.

She took another drag and blew it away from them. She tried thinking of an excuse. “Well, I haven’t been with you in so long…” She said.

Beavis glanced back to her, “Because- Because you chose to leave for so long.” He said. A lump began to form in his throat, he tried to swallow it back down.

“Because you didn’t bother to call me, to tell me you wanted me back home.” She said.

Beavis couldn’t speak, he glanced over to somewhere else, he began cracking his knuckles to distract himself. All he could do was stand there, he nodded to her. Slowly, he turned around and headed back into the living room.

He sat down, he tried to watch the music video but he couldn’t enjoy it. Her words expanded throughout Beavis’ head, repeating over and over again. Maybe he should have called, he wouldn’t be feeling this way if he did.

“Sit up, you're slouching.” She spoke, slapping her hand against his back.

Beavis instantly sat up, he looked at her, “Oh- Sorry mom.”

She smiled and walked away from him. She opened the door to her room and walked in, looking around to see if anything was touched or moved. Once she checked everything, she looked over to her desk, sitting down. She looked at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, she glanced down at a photo. A photo of two little boys and what seemed to be their mothers, the two boys looked like they’re playing while the two women were talking.

She reached over and faced the photo flat down. She stood up from the chair and walked out. She walked over to Beavis.

“Hey Dear… I’m going to walk to the store to get us groceries for dinner, do you want anything specific for dinner?” She asked, her warm smile seemed genuine.

“Uhm… No, I’m okay with whatever you get.” Beavis said, he glanced over to her.

“Oh, just like the old times… Okay, honey. I’ll be back soon!” She said cheerfully, she grabbed her bag from the kitchen and walked out.

Beavis watched out the window as she walked down the sidewalk. He wondered if someone just dropped her off or she took a bus, but he didn’t worry about that. He stood from the couch and walked to the kitchen, he grabbed the phone and dialed Butthead’s home phone. He waited for a few seconds until he heard the familiar voice of his friend.

“What. Who is this?” Butthead asked.

“Beavis. Idiot. Anyway, my mom is back…” Beavis replied.

“Huh-huh-huh. How much do I have to pay for her services.” Butthead asked, chuckling some more.

“Shut up! Don’t act like your mom doesn’t do the same thing!” Beavis yelled.

“Nuh uh! She isn’t a whore like your mom!” Butthead yelled.

Beavis stayed silent for a while before he spoke again. “Shut up! Just- I think there’s something wrong with my mom. She’s acting weird.” Beavis said.

“What? I don’t care, you’re just trying to switch the subject over to something else!” Butthead said.

“No I’m not! I’m just trying to tell you something and you’re being a total bunghole!” Beavis yelled.

“You’re being the bunghole!” Butthead yelled.

Beavis let the phone call from his hand, he pulled his shirt over his head and screamed. He kicked the wall multiple times before picking up the phone again, hearing a loud ring. Groaning, he placed the phone back in its place. Beavis walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, resting his head on his hands.

The lingering thought of what will drive her away this time. Apart from everything that just happened, that’s the only thing he thought of. She usually comes around every couple of years for some reason. He never knew the answer to that question of why she still returns and only stays for around 3 days or less. Maybe for him, to continue lying, even now, when he’s a fully grown adult.

Beavis felt a pain in his chest, it was a weird feeling. He searched his pockets and pulled out two pills, suppose to be painkillers, probably right. He quickly swallowed them, his throat hurt from the dryness. Beavis stood up from the couch and walked toward the phone again, he dialed the same number.

“What.”

Beavis took a moment to talk, “Can you- can you come by tomorrow? Maybe, like, after noon?” He asked.

“Yeah, okay, whatever you say, Beavis.” Butthead said, he chuckled a little before hanging up the phone.

Beavis set the phone back in its place, he walked back into the living room. He sat down on the floor, in front of the Tv. He manually changed the channel on the Tv, trying to find something good to watch. He twisted the knob multiple times before ending up going back to the same channel he was before. A new music video started that he enjoyed, he felt calm again. It was shortly lifted when he heard the door creak open. Beavis immediately got up quickly and walked toward her.

“Help me with this bag.” She asked before she immediately dropped the bag into Beavis’ hands. Which caught him off guard a bit.

She walked into the kitchen with Beavis following behind. He set the bag onto the table and she started taking each ingredient out, Beavis tried to piece together what she was making.

“I got stuff for spaghetti, I remember you always loved when I made that.” She said. The paper bag had more things in it because she slid it across the counter, an audible clinking of glass being heard.

Beavis’ attention drifted onto what’s in the paper bag, when he noticed he was thinking for too long, she asked the same question again. Beavis snapped out of it and tried to think of the last time she even made spaghetti, “Uhm- Yeah, I remember…” He said.

She smiled warmly, then looked through the cabinets for certain dishes. “Well, you boys kept this house in order I see… Almost every dish is cleaned!” She said, laughing a bit.

Beavis laughed awkwardly, but he knew why that was the case. Neither of them don’t actually prepare an actual meal, the two boys don’t have any culinary skills. They spend all of their money on fast food or MaxiMart. Wouldn’t she be smart to know that?

“Well, I’ll start making dinner now. Why don’t you tidy up the table.” She said, Beavis knew that wasn’t a question, so he quickly walked toward the table.

Beavis started wiping all of the dust or whatever it was, on the table onto the ground. She noticed immediately, “Don’t just wipe it on the ground! Take the garbage and wipe it into it!” She talked sternly, watching him do what she asked.

“Sorry- Sorry!” He said. After he wiped all the dust off the table, he took a wet paper towel and wiped the table down. Beavis looked over to her, she nodded for him to leave.

Beavis went into his room, he shut the door behind him, being careful in the process to not break his door more. He walked through the piles of clothes surrounding the floor. He laid upon his bed, staring at the ceiling, biting his fingernails. Beavis switched to lay on his side, staring at the window now.

He didn’t realize he fell asleep until he heard her yelling at him.

“Beavis! Get your ass in here right now!!” She yelled. Beavis instantly jumped out of bed and ran toward her.

“What- What?” He asked, catching his breath.

She came out of the bathroom staring him down, “The bathroom, look at this! How do two boys make this much of a mess!” She yelled, grabbing Beavis from his ear and dragging him in.

He winced in pain until she let go, Beavis examined the bathroom, it looked fine to him. “What? It’s always how it’s been…” He said, looking at her. He could tell by her facial expression that she was drinking and the liquor smell. It was a familiar smell, the putrid scent that always seemed to loom over her.

“No! The last time I left, this fucking bathroom was spotless!” She said, Beavis started realizing how much her words slurred. He felt uncomfortable to be around her, he wanted this conversation to be as short as possible.

“I’m sorry.” Beavis said, looking down to the ground. But he felt her eyes on him.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time! You say sorry, but you continue to do the same thing!” She yelled.

Beavis stayed silent for the rest of the time of her yelling at him. He felt empty, they had this same conversation about a couple of times. Beavis noticed now that she says the same thing every time, the goddamn hypocrite. The more she yelled, he got angrier, he clenched his fist tightly. He wanted to scream in her face so bad, he knew he would get slapped, but it would’ve been worth it. After she was done, Beavis was soon sent back into his room.

Beavis closed the door, being careful not to slam it, another thing she yelled at him for. He stood in the middle of his room, he tried hard not to tear up his whole room. Beavis decided to fall back onto his bed, his face falling on his pillow. He screamed as loud as he could. After he was done, Beavis slowly moved onto his back. His throat hurt from screaming, all he could do was whisper.

“Fuck that stupid bitch… I wish she would die. Die so that I can finally be free from her.” He whispered. Her words repeated in his head over and over again, making Beavis angrier.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard her storm around the house, talking about him loudly. “Augh! Shut up- Shut up- Shut up!” He whispered loudly, enveloping himself within his blankets, trying his hardest to block out her voice he once thought was angelic. He knew now that it was lies from his youth that he put on himself.

Beavis peeked his head out from under the covers to get air, he thought a second of what to do now. Beavis jumped out of bed and walked over to his window. He opened it slowly and quietly until it was fully opened. He hopped out of the window and fell down to the ground, the tall grass cushioning his fall.

He walked to the side of the house and grabbed the ladder that was sitting on the grass, placing it on the house. Beavis climbed the steps and carefully onto the roof, trying hard not to look down. Once he was safely up, he stood still, balancing as he walked to the top. It ended up taking a bit to climb up, his fear kept stopping him. Beavis sat on the middle of the roof, he rested his head on his hands.

Beavis reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter. He flipped the lid open and flicked the striker over and over, purposefully not lighting it. He then reached into his pocket again and found a sparkler, he tried to remember when he even found this. But he stopped thinking and lit the sparkler, the sizzling sound was loud at first until it became quiet. It’s such a wonderful thing but it never lasts long, now Beavis was stuck with a burnt up stick in his hand. Without hesitation, he let the stick roll away from the roof onto the ground.

Beavis got bored again, so he dug through his pocket again. He felt relieved when he found a cigarette, but he noticed it was different. He held it up to his nose and inhaled it, the smell of marijuana instantly hitting him. Beavis thought for a moment if he should actually smoke it, he would definitely smoke it if she wasn’t here. But he really had this voice in the back of his head to do it, the voice was loud and rough. It drilled into the back of Beavis’ head, he wanted it to stop, so he flicked the lighter and placed the flame at the tip of the joint. He inhaled deeply before blowing the smoke into the air, he heard the voice stop immediately.

Beavis thought for a moment, “Am I mental? No… Yeah, I’m a normal person… Yeah…” He took another drag, blowing smoke shaped circles in the air.

“Everyone has voices… Yeah, ‘cause people on the news says stuff like that or something.”

Beavis sat on the roof for a couple of minutes, finishing the last of the joint. Then he finally came down from the roof with ease this time. He walked up to his bedroom window and lifted himself up into his bedroom. He forgot that he needed to be quiet, but then nothing happened afterwards. Beavis quietly twisted the knob on his door and opened up slowly, trying as hard as possible not to make the door creak. He walked out and instantly smelt food being cooked, he quietly walked toward the kitchen and saw her.

She turned around to face him. “Hello dear, dinners about done.” She said sweetly.

Beavis walked to sit down at the dinner table, “Okay Ma.” He said. He kinda just stared at her while she was preparing him a plate.

Beavis didn't realize she placed his plate down until she started snapping her fingers at him. He jumped a bit and picked up his fork and began eating. The food was about average as it gets, he always remembered that about her. Her terrible cooking style, no wonder the boy only ate junk food from his teenage years to now. Beavis ended up devouring his entire plate anyway, since it was an actual meal. A real meal he hasn't had in forever now. He excused himself from the table and placed the plate and fork into the sink.

"Clean the plate first." She ordered. Beavis sighed quietly as he walked back to the sink and rinsed off the dishes quickly. Then returned to his room.

Beavis laid back on his bed, he glanced out his window, the day was almost gone, Beavis couldn't feel more happier, she will finally return to her room, and he can finally feel relaxed.

Time ticked, still Beavis didn't hear her close any doors or even heard her at all. He finally, quietly, placed one foot onto the ground then another, he walked slowly to his door. Upon opening he could see that the living room was empty. So, he walked into the kitchen, that's where he saw her, laying her head on the table, drowning in her own drool, all she smelt was alcohol. Beavis sighed loudly as he walked over to her, carefully laying her into his side. Beavis almost fell over, but he managed to get back on his feet. Beavis then walked her back into her room and laying her down on the bed, covering her in blankets. Then he closed the door as slowly as he could.

He walked over into the living room, he sat down on the couch. He turned to find the remote, grabbing it and turning on the tv. He lowered the volume before changing the channel.

He sat on the couch, watching tv for hours. But he really wasn’t focused on the tv, he just stared at the ground, thinking. Really thinking, how long was he gonna continue this? Continued being tortured for 2 days a couple of years, or whenever she comes back. He can’t bear this anymore, there has to be some escape, freedom. Anything.

Beavis dropped the remote onto the ground, he had to cover his ears. All he heard was a ring, a sharp ring that was all throughout his eardrums.

“Augh! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” He repeatedly said until he finally had enough and laid down on the couch. Slowly closing his eyes, dreaming.

He must have had a vision of some sort, because he was standing in a long hallway, there were different doors on each side. Confused, Beavis started walking down the hallway, observing each door he passed by. Each door had a sign, but he couldn’t read it, the signs were written in some other language. He stopped at one door with many locks, it read “Unreines Kind” sounded like German to him. Beavis decided to unlock them all, but he was hesitant about opening the door. When he did he regretted instantly, a memory, many memories he chose to forget. But somehow it came back.

He heard the cries of his voice, the pain in his screams. He still remembered the ache in his legs, the discomfort of his stomach. How he vomited for hours afterward. When she would yell at him for being in his bed for the rest of the day. This happened many other times, Beavis chose to forget about it the more he grew up. Forget each one of their faces, forget the weird comments they would make, forget everything. Of course, it’s his fault he decided to open this door, it was always his fault.

He shuddered, slamming the door, walking away from the door. Beavis chose to forget about this.

He ran through the hallway, trying to find a way out. Beavis ran and ran until he suddenly felt someone slapping him and yelling.

Beavis opened his eyes and bolted up from the couch, he saw her standing in front of him. He looked up and down then looked toward his room to see the door wide open and a bunch of stuff on the ground. He felt her hand against his face and he looked up at her.

“What- What’s wrong?” Beavis asked.

“This filth! These pornography books, a box full of drugs! How dare you bring these filthy things into my house!” She yelled.

Beavis froze, he looked down at the ground in shame. Until he realized something. “This is my house. You haven’t lived here since I was 15 years old.” He said. He received a slap then an insult.

“This is MY house! I paid for this, I paid for everything you have in here!” She yelled.

“You haven’t lived here in years, you come here because you think it's a safe house. Why is that? Huh, Ma?” Beavis asked.

“No I don’t! I come back for you, but apparently you don’t want me here!” She yelled. Beavis received another slap.

“No. I don’t. I have a question now… Did you even want me? Was it a problem that you had me? Because you couldn’t… Sell yourself for weirdos… The same weirdos that did the same thing to me?” He asked, standing up. Beavis was taller than her, so he felt more in control.

She was in shock, staring back into his stern eyes. “Honey… You let that happen to yourself. You could’ve fought back and you didn’t-“ She was cut short when Beavis started choking her.

“Augh! Fuck you! Fuck you! God! I shouldn’t even be calling you mom! You were never one to me! Now, you’re gonna get what you deserve!” He tightened his grip, watching the light go out in her eyes. He realized something, instantly letting her go.

She shouldn’t have a quick death. It’s a gift more than anything.

Before she could get away, Beavis dragged her by her hair into the kitchen. Slamming her against the fridge, Beavis opened a drawer and pulled out a knife. Without hesitation, he leaped forward and stabbed her on her arm. She yelped in pain, gaining another stab on the other arm.

“Ohhh… See it hurts when it’s you getting it, huh Ma?” He said, repeatedly stabbing her arms. Beavis stood back, staring back at her to make sure she was still breathing. Once he checked, he dragged her out of the kitchen walking toward the living room. All of a sudden she started kicking him, making Beavis lose grip.

She tried to run out of the house only for Beavis to quickly run after her. Before she could even open the door, he stabbed her in the back. "You can't run, not now..." He said as he continued stabbing her many times. Yelling at her as each thrust of the knife pierced her skin. "Augh! Stupid- Stupid Bitch! Fuck you!" He yelled over and over again. He threw the knife to the side and started punching her lifeless body, still yelling the same things. Finally, after what seemed like hours he stopped, he stared at his hands for a good while. It didn't register in his head what he did, his mind was blank, but he felt some type of weight off of him. That feeling only lasted quickly because he realized what he actually did. What a monster he actually is, the horrors he created within his own home.

Beavis looked toward the front door as it opened up slowly, showing a black shadow. He stared at it until it ran toward him at a fast pace. Beavis was instantly drowned in a sea of thick red blood. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak. It was an internal inferno, forever to drown in his own despair. He slowly closed his eyes to be finally at peace.

"Wake up." A voice said sternly.

Beavis opened his eyes, he felt his clothes damp and smelled a weird odor. His head leaned against the tv, it was still kinda bright out. His eyes wandered around until they met Butthead’s. His first instinct was to get up from the floor, but he was quickly pulled back by something. Beavis turned to see that his wrist was tied up by rope, he looked back up at Butthead.

“Hey- Hey Butthead… Can you-“

“No.” He said instantly, he walked back over toward the couch. He continued staring at him with his dead eyes, Beavis did the same.

They stayed the same for a while until Butthead spoke up, “I hate you, Beavis. From the moment we met, I always hated you.”

Beavis felt a shock throughout his bones, “Well- Fuck you! As soon as I get out of this you’ll be-“

He was interrupted by Butthead’s laughter. “Dead? You know… I always wanted you to finally kill me one of these times… Deep down. It was better than being with you.” He said.

“Well if everything is shit, then why didn’t you leave?!” He asked.

Butthead stayed silent for a while, trying to think. “You wouldn’t let me, I know you’d be looking for me, then dragging me back here.” He said.

“That’s your excuse? Really? No- No- No. You didn’t want to, why. Actually why?” Beavis asked.

“Shut up, Beavis.” Butthead said before he got up from the couch. He walked toward the kitchen, Beavis could hear him pouring something out.

“What are you doing?” He asked, trying to lean over the corner of the wall. He waited for a second for Butthead to reply but to no avail. Beavis sighed loudly, he took this time to try to smell his wet clothes. He could smell a really familiar scent, but he couldn’t figure it out. “Hey- Hey Butthead! What is this on me, water?” He asked. Once again no answer.

Beavis waited for about 5 minutes until Butthead came back and sat back down on the couch. They continued staring each other down.

“What is your final wish?” Butthead asked.

Beavis got confused by the question, he took too long to answer which Butthead asked once again. Beavis finally realized, “You’re gonna kill me… Aren’t you, Butthead?” He asked, his voice sounded worried.

“Are you stupid?” He asked, genuinely wanted the answer.

“Augh, shut up…” Beavis said, he then tried to break out of the rope.

Butthead scoffed at Beavis’ weak attempts at breaking free. “Answer the goddamn question. What is your final wish?” He asked once again.

Beavis stopped and actually thought of his wish. “Give me a final cigarette.” He asked. “Please.” He added.

Butthead was surprised by this request, but he soon realized it was stupid of him to be surprised. So, he leaned over toward the coffee table and searched for Beavis’ cigarette box. Once he did he grabbed one, then dropped the box back down, he tread carefully toward Beavis. Butthead handed him the cigarette, which he placed in his mouth, Butthead pulled out Beavis’ lighter from his pocket and lit it for him.

Beavis took a drag and blew the smoke into Butthead’s face.

“Dude, I don’t want your second-hand smoke.” Butthead said, waving the smoke away from him. He walked back on the couch, sitting down. “And be careful with that.” He said.

“Don’t tell me how to smoke, dillweed.” Beavis said, taking another drag.

Butthead chuckled a little, then they both stayed silent.

“I’d rather be someone else than me, too.” Beavis started, “I would curse my skin like yours… But I deal with my problems in other ways.” He said.

“Like doing drugs… That’s the same level of insane, Beavis.” Butthead said.

“Well… Have you ever thought that I hated myself too? Huh?! No, you will and only care about yourself! You never gave a fuck about me! And you proved it right here…” Beavis said, taking another drag then resting his arm on his leg.

Butthead watched as a little flare started to flame up on Beavis’ pant leg. He should have said something, but he let the flame burn until he heard the screams of Beavis. He tried to stop the fire with his hands, but it didn't work. Butthead just stared as he watched Beavis brust up in flames, hearing his screams and cries for help.

Butthead finally got up, but not to help Beavis, instead he walked into the kitchen where the gasoline jug was and picked it up. He poured a trail throughout the house until he reached the front door, he looked back at Beavis.

“There, I gave your final wish.” Butthead said, he still heard screeches coming from Beavis. “And I thought you always liked fire.” He said before opening the door and pouring the rest of the gasoline onto the sidewalk.

Butthead threw the jug onto the lawn, he gripped Beavis’ lighter until he finally decided to drop it on the gasoline trail. He watched as the flames trailed off and into the house. Butthead stood on the sidewalk as he slowly saw the house being engulfed in flames. He soon realized that he should go, so he turned to look at the sunset settling on Highland.

Butthead began walking down the street, following the sunset. He didn’t bother to look back at that house nor would he ever again.

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A few months passed, Butthead, now a little bit older, his hair shorter, he completely let himself go. But he was unwilling to continue living this life he was cursed upon. He felt that life wasn’t worth living without him, both a gift and a punishment. But besides that, he stayed in his house that he owned himself, it was really an abandoned cabin he found while running away from Highland. A secure place for a wanted man, when the house first burnt down, the police found Beavis’ and Stewart’s bodies. Assuming that Butthead killed them, assuming that he was also responsible for the other murders that Beavis committed. That’s what Butthead hated him the most, and the fact that he still haunts him, he knows it’s him giving him nightmares. He’ll catch him, he just doesn’t know how. The stupid bastard.

One day when he was sitting on his chair, he caught the news of the house being burnt and him being unknown. Butthead felt a sudden sensation of shock when he saw Mr. Van Driessen talking about him and Beavis. He felt his eyes begin to tear up when he heard of the nice things he said about both of them. He had to wipe them off, he screamed.

“Stupid- Stupid- Stupid! I shouldn’t be crying over something so stupid as this!” He yelled, throwing the remote at the tv. The tv turned off instantly, Butthead stared back at the black screen, into his own reflection. He couldn’t bear this anymore, he curled himself into a ball, crying himself to sleep. Like all those months ago, but he’s still the same man from those months. Still everything Beavis said before he died. Maybe, just maybe, he could’ve done something different. Something different to change Beavis’ mind about what he is and help him become a better person. But no, Butthead’s a sinful man who should’ve died instead of him, he should’ve burned, Beavis should’ve heard his screams. But no, he had to live instead of him, he deserved it, he thought. Beavis was the one who really knew what Butthead truly was.

A man who will and only care about himself.