-ma vie, the ruse: part 3--ma vie, the ruse: part 3-3 years ago in Humor More Like This
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"So you're back," Cecil welcomed Robert home. "So proud of you, big brother."
"And you may imagine the..." -- Bob shuddered lightly -- "...'warm, fuzzy feeling' I got hearing you say that." His
voice was icy with sarcasm, as usual, but more tired than always. "How sweet. Think I need a root canal."
Cecil just stared at him with an air of boredom. "Ah, hush up." He then looked away from Bob, and cocked his head
to one side.
"I see you've brought company..."
"What...?" The expression on Bob's face turned to one of puzzlement, then to concern, and once he looked behind
him, to annoyance; for Katherine stood there casually.
"Ta-dah." she simply stated.
"You followed me?!" Bob inquired rather loudly, his hands almost automatically landing on his hips in annoyance.
It was throughout that evening that Bob an
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
Bed In Breakfast (Animaniacs Fanfiction/RP)BEFORE READING, ALL CHARACTERS AND OTHERS ARE COPYRIGHTS TO WARNER BROTHERS AND ALBLIM ENTERTAINMENT (produced by STEVEN SPIELBERG), INCLUDING TOM RUEGGER (for his creativity). THEREFORE, AM ANNOUNCING AN APOLOGY TO THOSE!Bed In Breakfast (Animaniacs Fanfiction/RP)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was another, crazy day in the Warner Brothers water tower....
Poor Dot Warner, in her pink nightcap and jammies, was in her bed, trying to get some sleep when all the boys were doing all sorts of crazy tricks! With all those echoing laughter and the everlasting continuation of unpleasant sounds....
She cringes angrily....
Dot: WOULD YOU BOYS SHUT UP!!!!!
The boys stopped as they were in a position with boxing gloves....
Dot nods firmly and sternly at them as she yawns and goes back to sleep....
CRASH! BOOM! BANG!!
The noise and frenzied laughs returned....the poor toon's eyes were flashed red and even bloodshed....
Dot: SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now the boys, at this time while stopping, were having masks and fencing swords as they started at her....
Your Blood is Mine BobXBartYour Blood is Mine.Your Blood is Mine BobXBart4 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
Blue HalosSideshow Bob/Bart slash here!! This is only the first chapter, so it's pretty crappy, but it gets better as it goes on.Blue Halos8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Set after Day Of The Jackanapes, told in Bob's POV. Bob realises just how much he may have hurt Bart
In this chapter, Bob is basically just musing things over and talking with Krusty. It will get better as it goes on I swear. Or, at least, I hope!
So, here I was. I had hypnotized Bart to kill Krusty, as usual the plan failed, I had been sentenced to death and managed to weasel out of it, and now here I am face to face with Krusty once more. I was outside the studio, taking a walk from the flat I had rented, forming a new plan to kill Bart. I walked past the building, so caught up in my thoughts I barely recognized it, but then I saw Krusty leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette.
He saw me as I saw him, and we both stared for a moment. It was strangley good to see him. After our last little get together, despite my trying to ki
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 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
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. &
-ma vie, the ruse: part 2--ma vie, the ruse: part 2-3 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Cecil Terwilliger, formerly of cell block 4, Springfield Penitentiary, was pleased to say he was not insane,
thank you very much. His life was (most of the time) perfectly normal. He had never tried to run for mayor on a
corrupted agenda. He had never married someone just to murder them, and he had never held the city ransom
with a nuclear weapon. No sir! Cecil was just about the nicest, most pleasant guy you'd ever want to meet.
It was his brother that was weird.
The red-haired Terwilliger sibling stooped down at their front door and retrieved the envelopes. As he
shuffled through the mail, he predicted that within them were bills, begs for subscriptions to trivial publications
about theories about a musician's surgically-enhanced nose, which rat-faced boy-band dropout would become the
next bubblegum pop sensation, or who Selma Bouvier was dating this week. His expressive onyx eyes blinked in
Lisa's Choice Ch. 9A simpsons FanficLisa's Choice Ch. 93 years ago in Drama More Like This
Disclaimer: This is a dark story that is also Older Lisa X Sideshow Bob. It is slightly AU and takes place in a more "realistic" version of the show. This also takes place 9 years in the future.
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The library felt hollow, each step echoing as Bob went about his duties. It was strange how quickly he had grown accustomed to Lisa being there with him every day. They had talked it over briefly that morning. Until they came up with a real plan Bob needed to keep his job, his apartment wouldn't pay for itself. Lisa would stay inside, and keep the door locked. Of course she wasn't happy about that idea, being left behind made her feel useless. As best as he could he tried to qualm that feeling. Hopefully his collection of books would be adequate entertainment.
Bob laughed a little; the look on Lisa's face when she realized she had fallen asleep on him was priceless. She was so cute when she blushed. Maybe they could start a new life somewhere else. Doing what, he wasn't
ConfessionsChapter 1Confessions5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Planet Express was closed for yet another night- as the stars twinkled above the futuristic city; the owls flying off to their nests in the roof of the houses.
Leela had already headed off home, Nibbler waddling by her side by a leash she held. She arrived home just after Nibbler excreted dark matter on the footpath.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Fry and Bender were walking home together, back to their apartment at Robot Arms Apt. The walk home was the usual quiet, Bender usually eyeing the passing jewellery shop, full of glowing diamonds and gold. Fry had his hands in his pockets, pacing slowly next to Bender. Every time he walked home, he thought about his day- mostly Leela. He was still confused about her. He loved her, yes, but was she really worth the trouble? It's obvious she didn't feel the same way about him- as she saw Fry more as a brother than a love.
He looked at Bender and smiled faintly. He was now settled from gazing upon the riches of the shops
GO!After the tears shedded like infinite streams, the raccoon had finally went to sleep. He tossed and turned as he was having a dream as well. A dream that reminded Rigby of his childhood.GO!3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"I love you, honey!" Rigby's father said while holding his wife close to his warm body.
"I love you too!"
Rigby stood back and watched his parents kiss each other.
"Yuck! Get a room guys!" A young raccoon said, going to the living room to watch some television. Rigby never really understood what love was, and thank God he didn't at that age.
"Well, I got to get going, hun," exclaimed Rigby's father as he gave his wife a kiss good-bye. "See ya later, sport! You too, Don." He said as he patted Rigby and Don both on the head. And with that said, he was out of the front door.
He never came back.
He usually was home around 5, and later on in the evening, he arrived home about 9 PM.
"And where have you been?" Rigby's mother asked while tapping her right foot with folded arms and a raised brow.
Arrival: Joy and Anger -RS "Get up you slackers!"Arrival: Joy and Anger -RS5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ugh... Rigby, shut him up will ya?"
"If you two don't get out here NOW you're fired!" hollow threats as usual. He wouldn't dream of firing us.
"Dude what the H?! It's our day off!" I fired back at Benson, who continued pounding on the door.
"Come on Mordecai, let's just see what he wants..." Rigby groaned tiredly, "The sooner we we get up, the sooner he'll go away..."
Right, but he'd be back at our throats later if Rigby messed up, like always.
"Alright Benson, we're up..." I called out as I sat up in my bed, removing the blanket that had once again failed to keep me warm in the temperature of a morgue that Rigby kept our room last night.
Benson, a living gumball machine around m
A Regular Romance - Ch.1: Friends in Need“UGH! I am so tired of raking up leaves!” Rigby shouted, stabbing another pile of fallen leaves with his rake.A Regular Romance - Ch.1: Friends in Need3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Chillax dude, it’s just a little while longer. Soon it’ll be the weekend!” Mordecai said. “And you know what that means?”
The two boys simultaneously shouted:
They blinked at each other.
“Wait… Did you say-?” Rigby faltered.
“You said video games?” Mordecai raised his eyebrow.
“You said the Coffee Shop!”
“Well… I mean-”
“Mordecai!” Rigby shouted.
“Chill dude! We have the whole weekend to do whatever we want. That’s the beauty of it!”
“Whatever…” Rigby sighed, going back to the leaves.
The sky was a pleasant blue and vibrant autumn leaves covered most of the park. Fall was beginning and summer was just on its way out. The idea of summer ending mad
Stage Fright: Chapter 13 (Bort)Chapter 13: Nice Plaid InteriorStage Fright: Chapter 13 (Bort)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Mom? What's going on?” asked Bart as he sat down on the side of the bed, dread building as he anticipated the worst. What he heard on the other end of the phone was exasperated sobs from his mother. “M-mom! Please... relax.”
“Oh Bart! I'm so glad you're alright.” Marge cried.
“Yeah yeah... I'm fine. Really,” Bart answered impatiently. He really hated to interrupt his mother's emotional rejoicing in the fact that he was alright, but he needed answers.
“What's this about Milhouse being in an accident?” asked Bart urgently, his hand wavering slightly as he held the phone up to his ear.
“There was this freak accident, a hit and run and Milhouse is in ICU at the moment, but he's stable thank goodness. Oh Bart...” Marge paused to catch her breath, her voice strained with both grief and relief. “I thought you might have been with him when it happened since you didn't come home
Warriors Parody- Interview with the power of 3!!!!Dawnflower8: Today, I am doing an interview with 3 warrior cats! First, why don't you tell me your names?Warriors Parody- Interview with the power of 3!!!!2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hollyleaf: The warrior code says ladies first, so I will start. My name is Hollyleaf!
Jayfeather: I'm Jayfeather, and I'm blind, and I'm a medicine cat, so life totally sucks.
Lionblaze: I am Lionblaze, and I know karate! Hi-ya!
Hollyleaf: It is against the warrior code to talk about karate during an interview.
Lionblaze: No it isn't!
Hollyleaf: It is against the warrior code to argue with your sister.
Dawnflower8: I hear you all have special powers. What are they?
Jayfeather: I can spy on other cat's dreams...it's kinda boring though. Nobody ever dreams about me...oh why can medicine cats not have girlfriends?
Hollyleaf: It is against the warrior code.
Jayfeather: I hate the warrior code.
Lionblaze: My power is that it is impossible for me to lose in a battle because I'm a black belt!
Hollyleaf: the warrior code says that I do not have to answer personal questions like this.
...*I'm Lost Without You*...Mordecai rose up from his bed as his alarm clock buzzed an annoying sound. He stretched his arm over and turned the alarm off....*I'm Lost Without You*...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The avian sighed, "Another day, another dollar I guess." He pushed the blankets off of him, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
"Hmm, I didn't hear anything out of Rigby last night..." he thought, "not a single peep."
He finished brushing, spit out toothpaste and rinsed his mouth out with some mouthwash. Putting the cap back on, he stared at himself in the mirror. He reached over and grabbed his towel, wiping the remaining water on his beak.
The blue jay made his way out of the bathroom, out of his room and out into the hallway. Quietly, he sneaked to the end of the hallway to where Rigby's bed would be. Peaking around the corner, he saw his bed, of course, but no lump underneath the pile of clothes and noticed an envelope. He turned the corner and walked up to Rigby's bed, looking directly at the note. He picked up the envelope, open
The Heart that still beatThe Heart that still beat6 months ago in Horror More Like This
TheHeart that still beat
(original text ITA by Zenox)
Chapter01: "do you hear my heart?"
Into a dark night, into a dark forest, there's a huge and old mansion, that looks even older than the city that had arisen nearby.
According to the rumors this manor was haunted by ghosts, there still was no proof, but the folks didn't want neither to came closer to that manor, for not take any risk, so that mansion was abandoned for years.
Dilapidated, with the window glasses broken by the time and the stoning of some foolish thug, its appearance aroused fear, and no one ever tried to came closer, until…
One night the snow was falling very dense, engulfing the country with a thick layer of snow and frost, and stopping the motor of a car, with a stranger inside, just near the abandoned mansion.
The young man, scarf on his neck and heavy vest, began to walk toward that mansion with the only light of his flashlight, hoping to find some help,
he began to notice
It Was All Started By A Mouse- Chapter 1It Was All Started By A Mouse- Chapter 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It Was all Started by a Mouse"
Written by: Kartoon-Company (2008)
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
So they show their relations to me and I respect them
They bring me tokens of myself, they envince them plainly in their possession
I wonder where they get those tokens
Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?
A Regular Romance - Ch.6: Break TimeThe work day was completely brutal for Mordecai and Rigby. Benson piled a ton of extra work on their agenda, and the day still went by so slowly.A Regular Romance - Ch.6: Break Time3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Benson had just given them yet another dreadful job when Rigby finally spoke up.
“What the heck, Benson?! Why do we have to clean the toilets? You’ve never had us clean them before!”
“You guys have to work more to pay for your guest’s rent,” The gumball machine smirked.
“Are you for rea—”
Mordecai clapped a hand over Rigby’s mouth to silence him. “Sorry Benson. It’s been a long day.”
Benson put up a hand. “It’s fine Mordecai. I understand.” He snickered. “The day seems longer when you have someon—” He coughed, and made a big deal of clearing his throat. “I mean something to look forward to.” He glanced at his clipboard. “So, come see me when you guys are finished with the bathrooms. I have more jobs to kee
Phantom Manor Ch12CHAPTER 12:Phantom Manor Ch127 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rained trickled down a glass windowpane in the attic of Ravenswood Manor as Melanies eyes watched the funeral procession headed down the street.
James Furson was buried in a simple wooden casket in the town cemetery next to the Manor. The only ones at the funeral were the casket bearers and a priest; no one wanted to pay homage to a potential murderer.
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Eleven Months Later
Oh Marianne, you wouldnt believe the news Ive just heard!
Why Bertha Granger whatever have you been doin? Youre completely out of breath and your face is red as a tomato! Here, sit down dear and take a rest before you tell me whats goin on.
Bertha sat exhaustedly down in a chair beside Marianne and began to fan herself furiously. A couple of times she tried to speak but she didnt have any energy to make words come out. The portly lady had run so far and so fast that she needed a longer time to rest than most people who
I promise you-Part 2(Rigby comes back without Margaret)I promise you-Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mordecai:- So sude? What did she say?
Rigby:- Well... she said that she was busy in the coffe shop, but she'll be here at the sunset.
Mordecai:- Oh ok. Thanks man.
Rigby:- You're welcome.
(Go down the stairs and Rigby looks the house like he've never been there)
Rigby:- Wow, this is too clean. Too clean for my taste.
Mordecai:- Ah yes, but at least we will have our day off.
Rigby:- Oh yeah!!
(Then, they're in another room. Mordecai's going to use the computer)
Rigby:- Hey! You promised me that I was going to use it first!
Mordecai:- Oh right. Sorry.
Rigby:- Thank you.
Mordeccai:- You promise me that you will give me it in one hour?
(An hour later)
Rigby:- Take it dude.
(Mordecai sits. Then, in another scene, both were walking toward video games)
Rigby:- Hey, you promise me that if something strange take me, you'd go to find me?
Mordecai:- What? What kind of promise is that?
Rigby:- I don't know. I'm bore
Monsters University: Mike and Shelly 4Mike worked extra hard the remainder of the semester on his scaring. He spent almost all of his free time studying with Shelly. And finally, the day of the scare final came. The class walked into the Scare building and took their seats, every person doing some last-minute studying. Well, all except for James Sullivan.Monsters University: Mike and Shelly 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Professor Knight entered the classroom and everyone there fell silent.
"Good morning. Today, as you all know, is your Scare final. We will be joined by Dean Hardscrabble as each of you have your turn in the Scare simulator."
He turned toward the huge box-like thing set up in the middle of the room.
"I warn you that the sensitivity levels will be raised to their highest level. From bed-wetter to heavy sleeper. Let's begin."
Shelly was literally shaking in her seat, she could barely concentrate on her textbook. Mike noticed that and reached over to gently grab her tentacle in his hand. She appreciated the gesture and smiled at him.
"Don't be nervous. You'll do f