The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 1The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Robert Terwilliger, otherwise known as Sideshow Bob had a frown on his face as he looked up at the banner on the outside of a building that said "Springfield Gamers, Video Game Convention" on it. He sighed as he looked down. "Why did I let myself get talked into this?" he asked in a thinking out-loud way.
"Because if you said no, your only son would throw a fit." came the voice of his younger brother Cecil who was standing beside him. The two had been dragged here by their sons Gino and William who as it turned out were really into video games which the two boys played quite a lot much to their fathers dismay.
"I am never going to understand these things or our sons weird obsession with them, for that matter." Bob stated to his brother as he crossed his arms. "I doubt any parent really does." Cecil added before he started to head inside the building, with Bob following him in.
Inside there was many tables set up and areas with stands that had people on them, talking. "Egad, how do they
Your Blood is Mine BobXBartYour Blood is Mine.Your Blood is Mine BobXBart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two souls entwined by fate.
Similar in spirit,
blinded by hate.
A thirst for revenge unending.
your retribution pending.
Sins of the past,
never meant for it to last.
The precipice of reconciliation,
That you and I aren't so different you see,
but you will never know truly what you mean to me.
Yet this rage is forever seething.
A feeling indescribable.
A craving, undeniable.
It's almost intoxicating,
To see you shaking, watch you quaking.
Your pain, my exhilaration.
Your fear, my salvation.
from my depths arisen.
My own asylum.
My eternal prison.
An endless cycle,
of hate and indifference.
Of pleas unheard,
Never to be taken.
The devil's bidding,
A heart never relinquishing,
Of an unfinished task.
A murder never come to pass.
No use repenting.
Never sorry, never lamenting.
Now it's time to pay the price.
Cold, silver bl
UnknownUnknown5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just for a note. I have no idea where this is going.
A soft groan. The rustle of a heavy blanket falling gracelessly to the floor. Another annoyed groan.
Although the blinds had been pulled down the night before, the brightly shining morning sun still filled the small room with any gap hat it could get though.
Blond spikes stood out sharply from the blood red sheets on the bed as the occupant rolled over onto his back to face the ceiling. He turned his head to the left for a moment to look at the alarm clock on the night stand. With an irritated sign, he pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking around him. Chaos. Complete, unruly Chaos. Boxes everywhere, who knew where anything was.
But this was his new life. No parents. No sisters. No support. And for once No Killer knowing where he was. Bart sat up and moved to get out of his bed, He hadn't realized how much there was to pulling one together until he actually had did it on his own. &
Stage Fright: Chapter 8 (Bort)Chapter Eight: Making AmendsStage Fright: Chapter 8 (Bort)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As weeks past and it was nearing Christmas, things with the house guests began to deteriorate even more. They were no longer in the honeymoon phase and neither Cosette nor Cassie had found a job yet, not that they were putting much effort into looking, mind you with the internet and World of Warcraft taking up much of their time. Cosette's black cat Tiki had constantly been fighting with the Simpson's cat Snowball, but had secretly had a litter of three solid black kittens under the bed, Snowball being the likely father of them considering they only fought when she wasn't in heat. Bart, Lisa and Maggie had quickly claimed one each, Bart's being a male which he'd named Chance. On the downside, Cosette's big black lab that they kept chained up outside wouldn't let anyone whatsoever out into the backyard except for it's owners.
Marge had already had her hands full keeping up the house before they came, but things seemed even harder on her now with Coset
At The Flower ShopBob x Bart slash. Drabble fic. Set during "Day of the Jackanapes". What REALLY went on "at the flower shop".At The Flower Shop6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After explaining his mission to the hypnotised Bart, Sideshow Bob rubbed his hands together. "Well, now that we have that out of the way.." He brushed his right hand through Bart's hair and knelt in front of him. "Bart, you won't remember any of this."
"I won't remember any of this."
Trembling slightly, he allowed his hand to rest on Bart's neck.
Stage Fright: Chapter 6 (Bob/Bart)Chapter Six: Your LoveStage Fright: Chapter 6 (Bob/Bart)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Quick Note: I don't think lyrics are allowed on fanfiction . net , but the version of this chapter posted here has them. If you came here from fanfiction . net because you wanted to read the version with the lyrics, then welcome to my DA page.
"He called me WHAT?" Lisa yelled at the top of her lungs, causing a picture frame to fall off of the kitchen wall. "Why that little... when I get my hands on him I'll..." Lisa growled, making strangling motions with her hands in an eerily similar way as their father would.
"Just forget it; he was saying it to hurt me, not you," said Bart as he sat at the kitchen table with Lisa directly across from him. Lisa had kept pestering him until he finally let her in on the fight he'd had with Milhouse. A persistent one she was, but he knew that she only had his best interest in mind and it did feel good to get it off his chest and to confide in someone.
"It's no big deal really. Everyone knows you're as pure as snow Lis," Ba
Stage Fright Chapter 3 (Bob/Bart)Chapter Three: Of Secrets that Angels HideStage Fright Chapter 3 (Bob/Bart)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bart continued to watch the tall, slender ex-con as he raked the leaves into a neat pile. He had on an aubergine sweater and a gray scarf artfully draped around his neck and... was he wearing jeans? He couldn't ever remember a time when Bob had worn jeans, the two just didn't seem to go in the same sentence, yet there he was wearing black jeans like they were a second skin. It was an odd enough a thing for him to notice so he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to find out something about the mysterious Sideshow Bob. Just what he was searching for, he wasn't really sure.
A slight breeze had started to pick up and Bart watched on with keen interest as the pile of leaves Bob had labored over so tirelessly began to scatter, just a little at first and then a huge breeze came along, scattering his leaves to all corners of the park. Bob sighed, his posture slouching with frustration. Bart was far enough away that he couldn't be seen as lo
Stage Fright Chapter 4 (Bob/Bart)Chapter Four: Bad-boy and the GeekStage Fright Chapter 4 (Bob/Bart)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next couple of days were pretty dull and uneventful. The doctor had told Homer that the first week after his tonsillectomy was often the worst and he certainly wasn't exaggerating in that regard. Whenever Homer wasn't totally whacked out on pain meds, he was whining and being a complete baby over the pain from his surgery. The whole family tried to keep him well supplied with cold snacks like sherbet and various Squishee slush drinks from the Kwik-E-Mart. By day four, there was a marked improvement, but Bart had the feeling that his dad was going to milk this being sick thing for all its worth.
As Bart lay on his bed having just gotten home from school, he closed his eyes and felt the stress of the day slowly melt away. As his breathing slowed and all of the erroneous clutter of his conscious mind faded, his thoughts wandered back to Bob. It had been four days since their unlikely encounter in the park and he hadn't seen him since. Four who
Stage Fright: Chapter 15 (BORT)Dreamers Often LieStage Fright: Chapter 15 (BORT)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In his darkened room, Bart sat on the edge of the bed, feet planted firmly on the floor and his elbows resting on his knees as he told Bob all of the details that his hazy memory could provide of the scene he'd witnessed.
“I remember that my last thoughts before loosing consciousness were full of regret. Regret for yelling at Milhouse. I had no idea that things were about to end up like... like that. That Milhouse would end up...” Bart looked down to his hands, forgetting for a moment that this was Bob that he was spilling his innermost thoughts to. He took a deep, steadying breath, closing himself off a little. Really, Bob had asked him about the potential crime he had witnessed, not a complete rundown of his emotional state and of his tentative relationship with Milhouse. Bob cleared his throat, likely feeling awkward at the emotional display himself.
“Did you recognize the man dragging the black bag?” asked Bob, steering them back to
Stage Fright Chapter 14Connecting the DotsStage Fright Chapter 142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a hot and humid night, the chill of the previous week was gone and replaced by weather much more fitting of the time of year as summer approached. Sweat dripped from his brow as Bob's hand wavered with anticipation and nervousness, hovering over Snake's doorbell. He was having anxiety attacks that were just as volatile as those he'd had in prison and he just needed something; someone to bring him back down into the reality that Bart had so abruptly shaken the fabric of and sitting alone in his apartment that evening doing nothing but chain smoking and nervously fidgeting like a caged animal just wasn't cutting it.
He finally pressed the buzzer, letting out the breath he'd been holding when he realized that the doorbell was broken. It was a rather rundown part of town, so it didn't really surprise him. He shook his head over how ridiculous he was behaving, swallowed down his own anxiety and knocked. After a moment, he could hear the peep hole slide open
Stage Fright: Chapter 9 (Bort)Chapter Nine: ComplicationsStage Fright: Chapter 9 (Bort)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He looked back to the car, seeing Nelson staring back at him threateningly as he smacked his fist against his hand loudly. Bart gave him a halfhearted smile before knocking again. Soon after, shuffling could be heard on the other side of the door before it finally opened and he stood face to face with Milhouse, the blue haired boy's eyes growing wide with what looked like panic for a fleeting second. Before Bart could get out a single word, he suddenly found the door slamming in his face with a deafening crack. He stood there, his mouth still opened like he was about to speak and he felt a sudden flash of anger at the cold reception.
"Milhouse, open the door! I just want to talk to you!" Bart yelled in vain, still there was no answer. "Come on! This is getting ridiculous! I'll stand out here all day if I have to!" he waited a moment for any response, but was again met by silence. "What do you want me to do, get down on my knees and beg?"
"That would b
Stage Fright: Chapter 10 (Bob/Bart)Chapter Ten: A Dangerous GameStage Fright: Chapter 10 (Bob/Bart)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You want to do something tomorrow? -Milhouse
The message floated out there somewhere in the limbo of the air waves, waiting for his reply. Of all the times to receive a message from Milhouse, this had to be the most awkward with his whole family sitting around speculating about certain sexual orientations he may or may not have. Finally swallowing back his own apprehension, Bart wrote him back.
yeah sure. -Bart
Lisa leaned over Bart's shoulder, trying to peer down at his phone until he shoved her away.
Great. See you then. -Milhouse
So that was it. Had they now fallen back into their friendship as if nothing had ever happened? Even so, there would now be this nagging suspicion that the one friend he'd known for what felt like forever, close as a brother even, might possibly have a secret attraction to him and it was quite unsettling. It was a suspicion that he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to.
The next day after
Benson Goes Crazy And StuffBenson Goes Crazy and StuffBenson Goes Crazy And Stuff4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A "Regular Show" Fanfic
The blue jay and the raccoon were spending yet another afternoon ignoring their usual duties. While some days it's been wrestling a stuffed doll or playing video games, today they decided to be a little more daring and do something a little more audacious.
Mordecai and Rigby were going to just sit on the couch and stare at the blank TV in front of them; hands folded neatly on their laps, sitting up straight, backs against the furniture's cushions.
Just. Doing. Nothing.
"What are the two of you up to now?" The two young workers immediately recognized the voice (along with the sound of gumballs jingling around inside a jar) belonging to their boss, Benson. While they didn't move a single muscle to look, they figured he had walked in through the front door of the establishment, and could tell that he was slightly peeved.
"Nothing," they replied truthfully in unison.
A heavy sigh came from the gumball machine
Warriors Into The Wild Parody-PrologueTigerclaw: Oakheart, why are you here at Sunningrocks?Warriors Into The Wild Parody-Prologue2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Oakheart:I heard it was Redtail's birthday party.
Tigerclaw: Nobody invited you.
Oakheart: Too bad, cuz I made every cat in RiverClan come.
Tigerclaw: You may wanna get away from here Mousefur; Oakheart is angry.
Mousefur: awww...okay...but then i will miss all the fun.
Redtail: We might as well cancel the party. RiverClan is ruining it.
Tigerclaw: But it will ruin your special day!!!!!
Redtail: Whatever. I just don't want BLUESTAR to get involved. Let's leave.
Tigerclaw: Aww...but the party was just getting started...
Bluestar: Spottedleaf, how's Mousefur doing?
Spottedleaf: She has almost recovered completely from the dissapointment of missing the party.
Bluestar: Darn it. I was hoping she would die of sadness.
Spottedleaf: I cannot believe what Redtail did.
Bluestar: I know. He's such a party pooper. Got any messages from StarClan lately?
Bluestar: Like, seriously, what better things do dead cats have to
Warriors Into The Wild Parody: Chapters 4,5,6Bluestar: AT LAST!!!! How did it happen and who should I congratulate?Warriors Into The Wild Parody: Chapters 4,5,62 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ravenpaw: (jumping up and down with happiness) The RiverClan cats did it! The one named Oakheart!
Greypaw: Wahhh!! Why? Redtail was my friend!!!!!
Firepaw: Seriously, Greypaw? Do you have to cry about everything?
Ravenpaw: Oakheart killed him because the party was lame!
Spottedleaf: Smart Oakheart...
Ravenpaw: It was SO AWESOME!!!!! (passes out)
Goldenflower: Oh no. Ravenpaw fainted.
Spottedleaf: He fainted due to extreme excitement.
Tigerclaw: (walks in with dead Redtail) Hey guys! What’s up?
Bluestar: How did Redtail die?
Tigerclaw: Oakheart killed him, but Oakheart died in the process.
Bluestar: Darn it...now Oakheart cannot become my evil sidekick. Oh, and now Redtail is in StarClan.
Firepaw: What is StarClan?
Spottedleaf: Creepy stalker ghost cats that watch us from the sky and give us prophecies about fire!
Tigerclaw: Who is that orange cat?
Firepaw: I am Firepaw, the awesomest cat in t
TheRigby - First session"Rigby."TheRigby - First session2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry to wake you up, but we have just a few minutes left in our session, and it would be irresponsible of me not to try to help you."
"Look, dude, therapy is lame."
"Then why are you here?"
"Because this sofa is the comfiest thing ever."
"I mean, why did you come in the first place?"
"You know why, dude. My stupid boss said I need to go to counselling, or he's going to fire me."
"OK - why don't you tell me exactly why he's sent you here?"
"It was last week. We'd all just finished work and we were playing football. I hate football but I didn't want to look like a loser. But Muscle Man was being such a jerk. He kept stepping on me. On purpose!"
"Then what happened?"
"What do you think? I kicked him in the junk, but he just pushed me back onto the mud and stood on me again. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to get out of there. He let me up, I ran off the field and everyone was laughing at me - even Mordecai and Pops."
"From my notes I see that Mordecai's you
:-Easy Target-:The October night was still young and now, at the park, the concert was now taking place. People rocking out everywhere, with drinks in hand, throwing their fists up in the air; it is a wonder if none of them started a mosh pit. The singers singing in the microphones and the strumming of guitars and the beating of the drums. Everyone was having a wonderful time. Benson was impressed of Skips and his plan and watched as the money poured in, literally.:-Easy Target-:3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Rigby would have attended, but he knew that Mordecai would be there, giving him death stares and having the look of him about to murder the raccoon. He decided to just stay in the house and play some video games, eat some snacks, and do whatever that would entertain him.
The raccoon sighed, "It sounds awesome out there..." At that moment, he thought to himself about how Mordecai and him would be rocking out to that concert. How they would be drinking cans and cans of soda and fist pumping in the air. He sighed one more time and continued t
Extra TapeMordecai searched around the house for Rigby. It was early and they were supposed to go get some joe before work.Extra Tape3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just then, he heard a couple giggles coming from....Benson's office?
"Rigby, what are you doing in here?" Mordecai said as he opened the door and looked around, and he saw Rigby by Benson's chair, giggling like an 8 year old girl. He couldn't quite see what his friend was doing. "Dude, what is that?"
"Man, it's too early for questions!" Rigby continued to mess with the chair, not looking at Mordecai.
"Too early? Dude, you were up before me!"
"Well, now you can't complain that I sleep too late!"
"Whatever." He looked around the office, getting a weird feeling. "What are we even doing in Benson's office?"
"The best prank ever! Bam!" He finally stood up, revealing the chair....which still looked perfectly normal.
"So....what'd you do to it?"
Rigby suddenly got the biggest, most evil grin. "Simple. I just unscrewed a couple things and put glue on the seat, so wh
|-Here's Your Letter-|For anyone who may be reading this, I will be gone by morning. I'm sick of feeling this way... a way that I will never feel again.|-Here's Your Letter-|3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mordecai, if you are reading this, I just want to say that I'm really sorry for what I have done. I know that I am not perfect, no one is; I'm sorry for letting you down, hurting you, and costing you your love. I now know that you two were made for each other. I know that you may already know this... but, I've actually never understood what love was, until now. Remember that one time in Middle School where you comforted me at the lunchroom table? Yeah, my parents were going through a rough time... myself too. All I knew at that one point in my life was that cheating was wrong, especially on your partner, your lover, your soulmate. I was so... naive... I didn't know what I was thinking when I did that to you... It was wrong for me to do that, especially for what you did for me back in Middle School, healing me from those horrid days... I feel as if those day
Monsters University: Roommates"Aaaand... RAWR! No, no... RAAAWR!"Monsters University: Roommates2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The college freshman, Mike Wazowski, was trying to practice the perfect roar for the upcoming Scare Games. After completely getting in by the first round because of luck, he was really trying to bump up his and the Oozma Kappa's skills.
Mike was in the small room he shared with James Sullivan at Scott Squibbles's house. He didn't know or care where James was or what he was doing, he was just happy that he got to stay in the room alone.
As if on cue, James P. Sullivan burst through the door, flinging it open. Unfortunately, Mike was on the opposite side of the door and got shot across the room.
"Oh, sorry, buddy," Sullivan said with a smirk, then chuckled a bit.
"You better be," Mike brushed himself off.
"So, ahh... Whatcha doing?"
"If you must know, I was practicing."
"Practicing? For what?"
"Oh, I don't know... maybe the thing that is going to help get us back into Scare school!"
"Oh yeah, that... Mike, I gotta tell ya, those guys don't have it. Wha
The Heart that Still BeatThe Heart that Still Beat1 year ago in Horror More Like This
chapter4 "the sweet snow"
(original story by Zenox
That was a very long night, and Stephan had plenty of time to prepare a plan to unmask the murderer of the ghost bride, so he could, though with some bit of fear, to bring in as many ghosts as possible and went in front of Emily, who was staring at him sadly
"you can still live... why don't you go away? This place is not for you..." she said, holding high the candle that lit up her face obscured by tears and the heart that pulsed light in her chest, sweating cold, the man tried to take the bride's hands in his own and said,
"No, I can't, my dear.. I must confess one thing ..." Stephan knelt in front of Emily, with the general astonishment of all the ghosts,
"E-Emily... I understand how you feel, alone and abandoned... and my heart aches knowing that you suffer through this alone, so.. I... I ask you to be my bride.. now!"
all present had a little gasp of surprise and the hatbox ghost -formerly known as Randall P
Fear of FlyingDespite the few clouds in the sky, the group of friends entered the airport with smiles on their faces. Well, almost everyone in the group.Fear of Flying4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The seven friends were taking a plane to New York City. Mr. Maellard had given them all tickets. Originally, he was only taking Pops, but his lollipop son had insisted his friends come along. "Besides, now I can show Bean-teen what a real park is supposed to look like," Mr. Maellard had said, referring to Central Park. The group was going to stay there for two weeks, which was time off that everyone needed.
"Looks like our flight will be taking off in an hour," said Skips, reading off the giant billboard with the list of times.
"Sweet, enough time to grab some grub," said Rigby, "C'mon Mordecai."
"Right behind you, dude!" said Mordecai as the two friends ran off towards the food court.
"Don't cause any trouble!" Benson shouted after the two, "Because if you guys get arrested, I'm not bailing you out again!"
But secretly, Benson did hope the two did
Regular Crack Chapter 13~13th crack pairing: Rigby and Benson~Regular Crack Chapter 133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mordecai and Rigby sat on the couch watching TV. It was a Saturday, and Saturday meant relaxation.
Rigby wiped his mouth, feeling it was dry. Stupid mouth.
"Hey Mordecai, do me a solid and get me some soda."
Mordecai simply glared at him.
"Dude, I'm never doing solids with you again."
"Ah man, why not?"
Mordecai scoffed. "You don't remember what happened last time? How you almost messed the house up? And you almost destroyed my rep because of the..you know.."
Rigby started to chuckle. "Oh yeah, I remember. That was awesome." He chuckled.
"Hope you enjoyed it, because I'm never doing that again, same goes for the solids."
"What? C'mon man, my mouth's dry and my feet are asleep. Please?"
"Fine." Mordecai grinned. "But I have a solid for you once I get back."
"Pfft, bring it on, man. You suck at giving solids."
Mordecai went to get him a glass of soda. As he came back, he smiled gleefully as he watched the raccoon guzzle the soda. When he was
Regular Show: Photocopy machineRegular Show: Photocopy Machine:Regular Show: Photocopy machine2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
[At the Park]
[Mordecai, Rigby and Benson are standing next to a photocopy
machine. Benson is holding some documents.]
Benson: Listen up Mordecai and Rigby; I need you to
photocopy these documents. And don't you photocopy your butts!
Mordecai: You can count on us.
[Benson hands Mordecai and Rigby the documents and leaves.
Moments later, Mordecai and Rigby are busy copying the documents.]
Rigby: Aww man, this is boring. Hey, I know, let's photocopy
Mordecai: I don't know Rigby. Benson told us not to do that.
Rigby: Come on Mordecai. He'll never know.
Mordecai: I still don't know…
[Five minutes later…]
[Rigby is sitting on the photocopy machine making copies of
Mordecai and Rigby: OOOOOOOOH!!
[The glass on the photocopy machine breaks. Rigby falls
inside the copier.]
Rigby: Mordecai! Help!
[Mordecai pulls Rigby out of the copier.]
Mordecai: Dude, are you okay?
[Rigby pulls a bit of glass from his butt]: