A Bunsenbeaker Yandere oneahot for @hammyhamchesse (I thought the best way was to start off with a story and then make the fanart) please forgive me if there are spelling errors or such.
This will be a two part story
WARNING: this will contain eventual possessive behaviour, brain washing, blood, murder, toxicity, mind break, manipulation (definitely not cannon thats pretty clear) In the next part
It was another normal day at the muppet theatre… or as normal it can get. Kermit was organizing paper work, scooter was busy managing the acts, fozzie was practicing some new comedy material, gonzo was swinging around the room as a new attempt to fly… which ended up with him in a trash can with a few broken ribs… etc etc, and then there was Beaker who was grabbing a few extra tools that Bunsen instructed him to bring for there latest experiment.
It has been very odd to beaker to what there latest experiment was. Bunsen said that it was a pet project of his for a few weeks now and had needed some help with gathering a few supplies for it to function properly. It wasn’t that much of a problem to beaker but he hadn’t been told what it was, he never even seen it for himself! Bunsen said that he would show it once it was complete to surprise him, like an early birthday present. (Even though his birthday was little over a week ago)…
As beaker was making his way to the lab, he had trouble navigating his way since most of the equipment was blocking his vision and not even a second later he collided into something that send him to the floor pecies of wires, screws, and other trinkets going everywhere.
“Woah are you ok Beaker?” A dopey voice sprung out with concern. Beaker looked up to see the muppets janitor/stagehand Beauregard who was taken a back by the sudden tumble.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine, sorry for bumping into you-I couldn’t see where I was going.” Beaker blurted out feeling embarrassed by his own actions as he tried to collect the fallen screws.
“Here let me help you there buddy.” Beauregard said as he knelt down to gather the supplies that have fallen around the studio floor. “Gee these are for sure some strange objects… even for you guys these is odd.” Beauregard stated analyzing his surroundings. Most of them were strange on their own but he caught himself staring at two sharp thin medals rods.
“Trust me I don’t even know what Bunsen is planning for this, all I know is that I’m gonna take another trip to the hospital for pain it will give me after I test the damn thing…” Beaker grumbled under his breath, as much as he loved Bunsen and his company he was starting to get piles of piles of hospital bills that were getting a little hard to ignore…
“That figures- I really don’t know how you can survive all those explosions beaker, you must be like super man or something.” Beauregard said as he collected the last few of trinkets that were scattered and handed them to beaker.
Beaker himself was taken aback by said compliment. “Oh! It’s nothing really… I guess I just have a high pain tolerance.. *chuckles*.” Beauregard carried on helping beaker to his feet.
“I don’t know beaker I’m pretty sure you would have been dead long ago.” Beaker scoffed at the remark but Beauregard wasn’t completely wrong on that, he’d just been a miracle that he hadn’t ended up in a grave yet.
“Well thanks for helping me Beauregard..” Beaker muttered back already stumbling to carry everything again before Beauregard caught him by the arms.
“How about I help you carry done of the science-y stuff back to your lab, it’ll be a lot easier for you.” Beauregard offered sympathetically. In truth beaker trusted Beauregard the least when it came with their experiments, still it was out of pure kindness’s and it felt wrong to refuse. He’d gotten to know Beauregard well considering he had worked with him backstage making props for sets.
“Yeah ok thanks man.” Beaker smiled gratefully. As they walked down two headed down to the lab together chatting laughing about old memories they shared while working together. Finally making it through the lab door they settled everything on a nearby table. Beaker took a quick scan of the room realizing that Bunsen was no where to be found.
“Hmm thats odd, Bunsen’s not in here.” Beaker murmured under his breath. “Maybe he just went looking for you.” Beauregard offered sheepishly. “I’ve only been gone for 5 minutes, I doubt he would’ve been worried for me.” Beaker deadpanned.
“Wow this is some pretty cool stuff beaker.” Beauregard said in awe as he took in the many creations Bunsen and beaker had built. “Just make sure you don’t touch anything.” Beaker stated already worried that something would go wrong, but Beauregard was too fascinated by the many colourful chemicals near the window across the room.
“Ooh pretty…” Beauregard was in complete wonder but before he could possibly break anything, beaker grabbed onto his arm in an attempt to just pull him back and refrain him from touching anything that might get them killed… problem was beaker’s pull was a bit stronger than he had anticipated, which resulted in them crashing down onto to cold stone floor with Beauregard right on top of beaker in a seemingly suggestive way. Which poor beaker instantly went into panic mode.
“OH GOD IM SOSOSO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO PULL YOU SO HARD-NO WAIT- I!!” Beaker immediately blurted out blushing profusely, shrinking his head into his collar.
Before Beauregard could get a word out a third separate voice appeared from behind them..
“Oh my… what seems to be going on here?” Dr Bunsen honeydew standing right outside the door way with what appears to be a shocked angry look on his lime green face. This of course sent beaker into a major shock as he stumbled to find his words, but before he could get any out Beauregard cut in.
“Oh hey dr honeydew we were just talking about you! Boy you have a lot of interesting machines here… I was just helping beaker carry some of that equipment he said you needed.” Beauregard said unaware of their current situation, as beaker face went from peach to crimson red in a matter of seconds.
Bunsen stepped in closer observing the current situation that stood in front of him as he spoke. “Well that doesn’t explain why you’re pinning my assistant to the ground. In muppet labs we are civil muppets who don’t engaged in these dirty scenes.” Bunsen then pushed Beauregard off a little too violently, he then pulled beaker up with much ease given how light he was, who then began to dust off his coat. “What kind of fantasy were you roping my dear Beakie in?? I doubt you asked consent first.” Bunsen grip tightened around beakers arm as his voice dripped with acid. Beaker himself was a little taken aback by the sudden eerie change in Bunsen tone.
He’d never seem bunsen this upset before, sure he would get frustrated after a particularly bad experiment, but it was nothing like this.
“NO!-No it’s not l-like that—! I just pulled his arm and we both fell down..” beaker admitted truthfully not grasping the fact Bunsen was still clinging on to his arm, or that it seemed to tighten. “That’s what happened?” Beauregard asked in confusion still not grasping what beaker had just done 7 paragraphs ago.
“YES” beaker stared straight into Beauregard eyes while doing so. “Thats what happed! we didn’t do anything it was just a scene of unfortunate events!” Beaker then looked back to Bunsen who hadn’t taken his eyes off beaker since he entered the lab. This didn’t seem to please Bunsen ether way but after looking into beakers eyes his grip softened along with his face.
“Well. If that’s what you claimed happened Beakie, than I’ll take your word for it. Bunsen smiled warmly up at the ginger haired muppet. “As for you Beauregard. I think it’s best if you get going now we have oh so much work to do and we really don’t need anymore distractions. I appreciate you helping my Beakie, but that’s enough of your.. “help”. Now run along.” Bunsen tone shifted just like light switch back to an icy venom leaving Beauregard and beaker a bit spooked.
“O-ok then.. uh, see you later beaker!” Beauregard waved to beaker as he exited the lab, leaving an absent minded melon head and his assistant alone in an awkward silence. It was at that moment beaker realized that Bunsen grip on his arm still hadn’t ceased. Which was when beaker finally spoke out, breaking the silence.
“Uhh.. Bunsen? Can you please let go of my arm now?” Beaker asked timidly growing a bit frightened at his bosses turn of emotions. “Hm? Oh yes of course my dear.” Bunsen replied letting go of his captive hold on beaker as he straightened up.
“Heh.. right, r-right.” Beaker stuttered out. “So we should get started-?” Beaker began but was cut off by Bunsen. “Actually beaker I need you to make another trip again, I just remembered I forgot my notepad near Kermit’s desk. Could you be a lovely assistant and go fetch for me?” Bunsen asked so sweetly all trace of venom gone.
Beaker did not want to have to walk back up again, but he was only grabbing a notebook this time so it wouldn’t be that much of a struggle. So he found himself slowly nodding at the shorter scientist.
“Oh terrific Beakie!! Then we can finally get started. I’m just buzzing with excitement to show you my latest creation!!” Bunsen said smiling warmly. Beaker smiled back as he headed back out of the lab.
Even if beaker didn’t know what Bunsen had in mind, whatever invention he was making it was going to be a long night…
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