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Three Ways that Thaddeus Venture Dies (Dr. Venture gen)
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Words: 693
Title: Three Ways that Thaddeus Venture Dies
Fandom: Venture Brothers
Pairing: gen
Rating: G
Spoilers: Heavy spoilers for Shadowman 9 (episode 3x02)
Disclaimer: The Venture Brothers is the property of Doc Hammer, Jackson Publick, Adult Swim, and other subsidiaries that I am not involved with. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: The square glasses are coming back into style again, right? And turquoise?
1. ready for anything
He signs the paper and the pain in his palm is only a low burning compared to the pain in his head. He's given something of his father's legacy away again, but he can't quite put his finger on what and he doesn't care anymore, he can't. The square glasses are coming back into style again, right? And turquoise?
Brock bursts in and he feels a moment of shame, but Killinger handles it. He finds Brock a new job, a better one. Then he plans Venture's first arch job.
"How do you feel about Venomous Venture?" he asks in that clipped accent of his. Hank squeals, "Cool!" Venture nods. It doesn't really matter that he isn't venomous, right? They could work something out later if they needed to. He had some sort of snake venom in the labs somewhere.
That's what he is thinking about when the laser blasts hit him in the face. It isn't Jonas Venture Jr.'s intention to hurt his brother. He believes mostly in nonviolence now. But there is a malfunction in the security robots-- not the sort that melts one's face into tragic disfigurement, but a greater one.
Thaddeus Venture is dead before his troops are at the door. Killinger turns to Hank. Dean is screaming and it seems like he'll never stop, but Hank's world has been reduced to two slits in a mask.
"Will you?" Killinger asks. Slowly, Hank nods.
2. strictly third-rate
He signs the contract. He wears the costume and he fills out the thousands of applications and he even spends several hellish evenings at Guild parties. Sucking up to the Monarch, the fscking Monarch, and he has enough self-respect left to hate himself for doing it.
The stuff he does is low-brow-- ray guns and elaborate plans and those traps that take ten minutes to kill and nine-and-a-half minutes to escape. Hank, Dean, and Brock disappear one day and he doesn't notice for almost a week. The boys move in with Jonas (curse them! curse all of them!) and Brock gets a new job.
He could clone them-- even Brock, he'd saved DNA just in case-- but it wouldn't be the same. So he sighs and goes on. Eight-minute traps with seven-and-a-half minute escapes. A standing invitation to dinner shouted after him as he goes home each time, defeated. The occasional jail visitation, staring at his sons (so tall! when did that happen?) from behind the bulletproof glass.
Killinger is long gone the day Thaddeus Venture dies, alone in a compound that has one-hundred people on regular staff (including the cleaning lady, who refuses to wear a uniform, but she gets the ring out of the tub so Venture lets her stay). It isn't suicide, or a blown trap-- just old age.
It's almost a week before someone dares to investigate the weird smell in the labs.
3. overdosed
He doesn't sign the contract, but he signs plenty of them afterwards, watching Venture Industries shrink before his eyes. The boys can't play on the lawn anymore, he rents that to the government for mine-testing. Industrial Building #4 makes shoe polish now.
Sometimes Hank and Dean ask him why he has to sell, but their father doesn't answer their questions, preferring to shout at them until they go away. He fires Brock because he has to. Brock doesn't ask for much, but he has nothing to give.
The day before he signs the papers to sell the rest of the compound, Thaddeus Venture overdoses on "diet pills" and drowns in his own tub. Newspapers eagerly speculate whether the scientist's death was suicidal, but Jonas Venture Jr. puts on a tiny suit and plans his brother's funeral. Brock comes and sits in the back row, but he doesn't cry. No one does, really, except for Dean, and sometimes Dean cries when they're out of waffles.
The Monarch comes in late and sits down next to Brock. He's dressed "incognito," but he hasn't managed to hide the eyebrows. Brock grunts professionally.
The Monarch thought it would feel better to be attending his (former) archenemy's funeral. Really, it just feels sort of empty.
Words: 693
Title: Three Ways that Thaddeus Venture Dies
Fandom: Venture Brothers
Pairing: gen
Rating: G
Spoilers: Heavy spoilers for Shadowman 9 (episode 3x02)
Disclaimer: The Venture Brothers is the property of Doc Hammer, Jackson Publick, Adult Swim, and other subsidiaries that I am not involved with. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: The square glasses are coming back into style again, right? And turquoise?
1. ready for anything
He signs the paper and the pain in his palm is only a low burning compared to the pain in his head. He's given something of his father's legacy away again, but he can't quite put his finger on what and he doesn't care anymore, he can't. The square glasses are coming back into style again, right? And turquoise?
Brock bursts in and he feels a moment of shame, but Killinger handles it. He finds Brock a new job, a better one. Then he plans Venture's first arch job.
"How do you feel about Venomous Venture?" he asks in that clipped accent of his. Hank squeals, "Cool!" Venture nods. It doesn't really matter that he isn't venomous, right? They could work something out later if they needed to. He had some sort of snake venom in the labs somewhere.
That's what he is thinking about when the laser blasts hit him in the face. It isn't Jonas Venture Jr.'s intention to hurt his brother. He believes mostly in nonviolence now. But there is a malfunction in the security robots-- not the sort that melts one's face into tragic disfigurement, but a greater one.
Thaddeus Venture is dead before his troops are at the door. Killinger turns to Hank. Dean is screaming and it seems like he'll never stop, but Hank's world has been reduced to two slits in a mask.
"Will you?" Killinger asks. Slowly, Hank nods.
2. strictly third-rate
He signs the contract. He wears the costume and he fills out the thousands of applications and he even spends several hellish evenings at Guild parties. Sucking up to the Monarch, the fscking Monarch, and he has enough self-respect left to hate himself for doing it.
The stuff he does is low-brow-- ray guns and elaborate plans and those traps that take ten minutes to kill and nine-and-a-half minutes to escape. Hank, Dean, and Brock disappear one day and he doesn't notice for almost a week. The boys move in with Jonas (curse them! curse all of them!) and Brock gets a new job.
He could clone them-- even Brock, he'd saved DNA just in case-- but it wouldn't be the same. So he sighs and goes on. Eight-minute traps with seven-and-a-half minute escapes. A standing invitation to dinner shouted after him as he goes home each time, defeated. The occasional jail visitation, staring at his sons (so tall! when did that happen?) from behind the bulletproof glass.
Killinger is long gone the day Thaddeus Venture dies, alone in a compound that has one-hundred people on regular staff (including the cleaning lady, who refuses to wear a uniform, but she gets the ring out of the tub so Venture lets her stay). It isn't suicide, or a blown trap-- just old age.
It's almost a week before someone dares to investigate the weird smell in the labs.
3. overdosed
He doesn't sign the contract, but he signs plenty of them afterwards, watching Venture Industries shrink before his eyes. The boys can't play on the lawn anymore, he rents that to the government for mine-testing. Industrial Building #4 makes shoe polish now.
Sometimes Hank and Dean ask him why he has to sell, but their father doesn't answer their questions, preferring to shout at them until they go away. He fires Brock because he has to. Brock doesn't ask for much, but he has nothing to give.
The day before he signs the papers to sell the rest of the compound, Thaddeus Venture overdoses on "diet pills" and drowns in his own tub. Newspapers eagerly speculate whether the scientist's death was suicidal, but Jonas Venture Jr. puts on a tiny suit and plans his brother's funeral. Brock comes and sits in the back row, but he doesn't cry. No one does, really, except for Dean, and sometimes Dean cries when they're out of waffles.
The Monarch comes in late and sits down next to Brock. He's dressed "incognito," but he hasn't managed to hide the eyebrows. Brock grunts professionally.
The Monarch thought it would feel better to be attending his (former) archenemy's funeral. Really, it just feels sort of empty.
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