When Zombies Attack: Overture

[bubosquared]

Overture: Back To The Future

1 April 2025

(Journal, author unknown)

In retrospect it's probably for the best that only a handful of people ever knew how it all really started.

There were theories flying around from day one, and as the days went on and The Situation (as the media insisted on euphemistically calling it) spread across the country, and then the continent, the theories grew wilder.

Oh sure, there had been people early on who'd claimed it was the wrath of God come down on President Obama's home town, but they'd been the usual fringe lunatics. By the time it reached New York, though, half of Congress seemed ready to force the president to step down, just in case it would appease God, and the other half was convinced it was all a secret government experiment gone wrong -- or possibly right.

By the time they discovered it was nanites, the first victim had been sighted in Paris.

The truth seems almost disrespectful -- as if the dead (and the undead) deserve better than to have been unintentional victims of someone who was the laughing stock of even the inherently laughable "mad scientist community."

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1 April 2010

(CCTV footage, audio only)

"Change ... Ya got-- Hey, where am I?"

"Oh, good, you're awake! How are you feeling, then? Bright-eyed and bushy-headed?"

"Ng ..." (struggle) "Let me go, you nutcase! You can't do this!"

"Oh, really?" (cackling) "And who exactly is going to stop me, then? Don't tell me you actually have any friends."

"I. Well. Um. The Nostalgia Critic! He'll get me out of here, he's a good guy like that. Besides, he owes me for helping him during the Brawl. And That Guy will probably tag along just for the potential for mayhem and destruction."

"Well, that was unusually lucid and eloquent of you. The nanites must be working faster than I thought."

"... Nanites? What? What are you doing to me?"

"Oh, relax, it won't hurt. Much." (cackling) "Now hold still so I can draw blood for some tests."

"Fuck you, ASSHOLE!" (struggling)

"I said, hold still. Struggling is useless, these restraints are unbreakabl-- OW! Fuck-- HEY!"

(struggling, metal clanging)

"SUBJECT ZERO ONE HAS ESCAPED. SECURITY HAS BEEN BREACHED. REPEAT: "SUBJECT ZERO ONE HAS ESC--"

"Shut up, stupid computermabob. I-- ARGH! Hurts ... Brains? Brains ... Ya got brains? BRAINS?"

Comments

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Awesome! I love me some girls in tuxes. *leers*

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Leer all you want, honey, but be warned, I'm marrying a deranged mad scientist who might do something unspeakable to your car/house/cat should you hit on me ...

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Pft! I have no car, nor a cat, and I rent, so whatever. Besides, he's too much of a woobie to be a real threat; I bet I'd make him cry in minutes. (Of course, then I'd feel guilty and feed him tea and cookies, but still.)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Pft! I have no car, nor a cat, and I rent, so whatever. Besides, he's too much of a woobie to be a real threat; I bet I'd make him cry in minutes. (Of course, then I'd feel guilty and feed him tea and cookies, but still.)
Steal my mad scientist hubby and I will morph into the ANGRY!Fic-Monster and bash your floor in! (Incidentally, the ANGRY!Fic-Monster came about because I was playfully angry at a slash author for not updating and said that I would destroy her bed in a rage. She said she didn't have a bed. I said I'd destroy her couch, she said she didn't have one of those either. I promptly typed "Morphs into ANGRY!Fic Monster and proceeds to bash your floor in" as a response. She laughed and updated.)