Beavis and Butthead Origins: Difference between revisions

“Oh, boys.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ivan awakened in a small room at the corner end of the lab sector of their building. His memory was hazy—so hazy that he didn’t remember how, and certainly not why, he ended up tied and shackled to a chair in this little used corridor. He remembered working on something… something big… but as for what it was, it was a great big blur. It could’ve been a paper. It could’ve been plans for how to spend lab time for the coming weeks. It could’ve been…

 

And yet, he didn’t care. He knew it. He knew he was losing his competence, curiosity, and capacity for benevolence, even… yet, he didn’t care. He didn’t know if he was happier this way. He didn’t think about whether he was happier this way. He just… stared ahead…

“Alright! Uhhh… let me see our subjects here,” said a loud voice of a large man who sounded like he hadn’t used the bathroom in ages.