Basically just Beyond Birthday laughing and strangling people. You know, the usual.


Beyond rocked back and forth, humming quietly, a detached smile on his face. He rolled around on the padded floor, laughing manically.

"Ha ha ha ha!" he stopped suddenly, tilting his head in thought. "No, no, that won't do. . . hmm. . . oh, I know! Hee hee hu ha! Yes, that's it!"

He was still laughing when the door of his padded cell opened and a guard walked in, holding a tray. "Prisoner number 1217," he said, setting the tray on the ground. "Your meal."

Beyond lifted his head and gazed at the guard. His eyes travelled to a point just above his head. A wicked grin spread over his face.

The guard knelt and undid the ties on his arms. Beyond stretched them out, sighing. "You new? Never see you before." The guard didn't reply, simply handed him a simple plastic spoon and paper cup full of soup.

"So, how long have you been working here?" Beyond asked, eyes still fixed on the spot just above his head. The guard remained silent, arms folded, waiting for Beyond to finish his meal. "You drew the short straw, didn't you? That's what happens most of the time when newbies pay me their visits." Beyond grinned, scraping out the bottom of the cup. The guard shot him a cold stare before reaching out for the spoon.

Beyond placed it in his open palm, but didn't let go. The guard cleared his throat slightly, and Beyond chuckled. "So, you're not a mute? Wow, that's a shocker." The guard scowled and reached to grab the cup on the ground.

Quick as a flash, Beyond reached out and grabbed the guard's wrist, tugging him to the ground. The guard let out a startled yelp as he fell to the ground. Beyond grabbed his throat with both hands and began squeezing.

The guard gasped for breath, clawing desperately at Beyond's boney wrists. Beyond shrieked with laughter and squeezed tighter. "You know, since you're about to die, I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you a little secret."

The guard's face was turning purple. His eyes bulged and his mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Beyond giggled and leaned down to whisper in the guard's ear. "I wasn't guilty. My victims were going to die anyways. I just sent them on their way. Like an angel of death, you know?" He squeezed even tighter, arms trembling.

Beyond shrieked joyously. "And another thing, I bet you didn't know that I know Japanese, eh? Probably not. I only use it for goodbyes. So," his face split into a full, toothy smile. "Sayonara, Nolan McDonald."

The guard's eyes opened wide as he shuddered one last time before falling limp. Beyond rolled away from the body and yanked the ties off his legs. He stood to his full height, stretching and moving his legs around for the first time in years. He glanced at Nolan McDonald's corpse before sighing. "This is the kind of help the state asylum hires? Such a disappointment."

He pulled the straightjacket off and glanced at the burn marks all over his body. "Hmm, this won't do. I'll definitely be noticed." he glanced over at Noland McDonald.

"Huh," he leaned over, taking in every detail of his guard uniform. "I'd say that we're about the same height, wouldn't you?" he laughed hysterically. "Oh, this is going to be fun."


Just FYI, when Beyond said 'this is going to be fun', he meant escaping. Just wanted to clear up any possible confusion