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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.