SideShowSEVER pt.1More Like This
Spite spread in the darkness. A pernicious desire, that finally is rewarded with bittersweet satisfaction. The air were stuffy and imbued with the salty scent of dry tears and sweat- and first time in his life he could breath free, he sucked the beautiful fragrance of revenge in his lungs . The dark blood smeared into the eclipse and the sfumato border between them disappeared. His eyes glittered as his look glanced fleetingly at the ruby-red tincture, that flew trough the night; he could feel the metallic-sweet taste on his tongue.
One can't describe what joy a killer feels while torturing his victim. One
Who is Sideshow Bob?Full name: Robert Underdunk TerwilligerMore Like This
Name meaning (Robert): "One with Bright Fame" -- very fitting!
Position: Master thespian-turned-hardened convict, once second banana on "The Krusty The Klown Show".
Prisoner #: 1211/A-113/24601
Age: uncertain, looks about 36 but no more than 43
Characteristics: Evil genius. He stands out from the crowd with a tall stance and freakishly handsome appearance: red, spiked hair ("weeping willow" hairstyle), and especially noted for his oversized feet. His refined attitude is easily noticed from his sexy, culture-accented voice; along with a beautiful singing talent to match. There's alot of sweet in all that sour. Tends to get emotional. Always scheming exquisite plans against anyone who's gotten on his bad side. Hot in a psychotic sort of way.
Personality: Extremely urbane and poised, with a mind like a steel trap. Arrogant, daring and remorseless, doesn't give half a damn what people think of him and keeps on his feet; but is constantly we
Lisa's Choice Ch. 1(Edit: See Artist comments)More Like This
Lisa's Choice Chapter 1
A Simpsons Fanfic
Disclaimer: This is a bit "dark" and is more of a realistic take on the story set nine years in the future. This will also be Older Lisa x Sideshow Bob
Lisa opened the front door slowly, hoping to not draw her mother's attention. She peaked her head in and didn't see her. If she was lucky her mother wouldn't realize what time it was, and that she was home from school. A wind blew in through a window pulling the door shut with an audible thunk.
"Lisa? That you?"
She was in the kitchen; of course. Probably slaving away on some meal that her fat slob of a father wouldn't appreciate. Neither would her brother. Lisa shook her head, she didn't want to think about Bart right now.
"Yeah mom, it's me. Just going to study."
"Where is your brother?" Lisa had already started up the stairs, but paused to answer.
"He said he was going to hang with some friends." Footsteps exited the kitchen and headed towards her. Lisa cursed