BeakerSqueedom
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[Summary] The innocent, sweet Bunsen discovers a most unexpected truth about his dreams and innermost ambitions. In the search to a new truth, he finds himself stumbling across things of an odd sort of nature.
[Genre] Comedy/Dark/Alternate Universe
Contemplation of Another Kind
"My goodness," Bunsen murmured, as he looked over his mess of an assistant. The calm drifted in after the explosion, allowing only the merciful whimpering of Beaker to sound amidst the clatter of scientific remnants piled over the carrot top. “You should be a little more careful next time.”
With the loss of yet another device, it was enticing to just stand there, force a spirited smile, and maybe shrug the whole thing off and continue this horrible pattern for the next few years to come. He was living the persistant lie that perhaps he’d succeed in creating something brilliant and emerge as a Muppet of considerable worth. He gave a wistful sigh and did what he always did…act oblivious.
“I understand that a young man like you would simply crave for the latest trends, but I just can't honestly agree with your choice of clothes.” He chided, referring to the towering pile of machinery that had fallen on Beaker.
After everything he had ever created, his work only ended up in the trash; humiliation. There were times he’d wear himself out with all-nighters. He even considered the merits of creating super pills that would swiftly eliminate the dire necessity of sleep—which nearly killed him. This was routine; nothing new. He valued research more than himself and even his faithful, loyal assistant’s life. The good thing about, though, about being a Muppet was that they could be rebuilt again if anything were to happen. Almost immortal, you could say.
In the pitiful attempt to invoke a chuckle from his red-haired friend, he glided with a seemingly tranquil air to his equally sorrowful assistant and lightly honked his long nose. The young assistant nodded faintly, crawling out of the remains in embarrassment.
“Mee mee mee?” Beaker asked, gazing at Bunsen with that usual optimism that charmed Bunsen so.
He shook his head. “No, no. I…I think I’ll stay here. Thank you very much.” He said gently, with a pleasant giggle to assure that he was indeed alright.
Beaker left hesitantly, leaving the Muppet to think to himself.
[A/N] I liketh the blockquotes, nyeh! Leave me alone! XP
This isn't a long story, I promise you. This one will be finished faster than you can say "omg".
With the loss of yet another device, it was enticing to just stand there, force a spirited smile, and maybe shrug the whole thing off and continue this horrible pattern for the next few years to come. He was living the persistant lie that perhaps he’d succeed in creating something brilliant and emerge as a Muppet of considerable worth. He gave a wistful sigh and did what he always did…act oblivious.
“I understand that a young man like you would simply crave for the latest trends, but I just can't honestly agree with your choice of clothes.” He chided, referring to the towering pile of machinery that had fallen on Beaker.
After everything he had ever created, his work only ended up in the trash; humiliation. There were times he’d wear himself out with all-nighters. He even considered the merits of creating super pills that would swiftly eliminate the dire necessity of sleep—which nearly killed him. This was routine; nothing new. He valued research more than himself and even his faithful, loyal assistant’s life. The good thing about, though, about being a Muppet was that they could be rebuilt again if anything were to happen. Almost immortal, you could say.
In the pitiful attempt to invoke a chuckle from his red-haired friend, he glided with a seemingly tranquil air to his equally sorrowful assistant and lightly honked his long nose. The young assistant nodded faintly, crawling out of the remains in embarrassment.
“Mee mee mee?” Beaker asked, gazing at Bunsen with that usual optimism that charmed Bunsen so.
He shook his head. “No, no. I…I think I’ll stay here. Thank you very much.” He said gently, with a pleasant giggle to assure that he was indeed alright.
Beaker left hesitantly, leaving the Muppet to think to himself.
[A/N] I liketh the blockquotes, nyeh! Leave me alone! XP
This isn't a long story, I promise you. This one will be finished faster than you can say "omg".