Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

The Inexplicable Reality - Sideshow Bob Pt.1	By : Wendell Urth Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 4077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Simpsons and all associated characters belong to their respective creators and owners, not me. I receive no compensation whatsoever for this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Disclaimer: The Simpsons and all associated characters belong to their respective creators and owners, not me. I receive no compensation whatsoever for this story.

Chapter 3. A Small House on the Edge of Town
Sideshow Bob still didn’t have a clear understanding of the fetish doll or its powers. He did know that it was very powerful and that he wasn’t the master of it. He could use it, do certain things with it, but it wasn’t his, not forever.
“That would be OK.” It would be useful.
Bob went online. There were herbs and plants and chemicals that could be obtained… if you knew where to look and had money. A small pewter pot. Some other supplies. Nothing would trigger a response from the police monitors.
He needed the oldest bone pins or needles he could find. The very oldest in existence today was over 40,000 years old. Priceless, in a museum in Siberia. Beyond reach.
Even the ones only 10,000 years old were beyond him.
He laughed, he had found a 1,500-year-old set at an online auction house, only to realize they were fakes he had sold to a dot com millionaire years ago.
Still, a set of 11^th century genuine bone needles were available elsewhere online. Expensive, but would still be worth it.

They were steeped in the pewter bowl in a heated mixture of herbs and chemicals that had not been combined together in a thousand years. The pins came out each with a different color tint.
One bone needle turned black, marked for Death.
Some were colored blue. Marked for Corruption? That didn’t really describe their power or purpose. There is no word in English for it did.
Various colors. Lust, Desire, Obsession, Betrayal, Obedience, Rage, Silence and others. Some of these needles could be used one time only. Others multiple times, then never again. He could use several bone needles at the same time for more complicated curses.
The fetish doll was not meant for voodoo. It was older than that religion. But it could be used that way… if the doll allowed it.
It did. But not out of desire to help Sideshow Bob.
The doll had its own agenda.
Bob only needed one more thing to activate the doll’s power. He needed something from each of his victims. A bit of clothing might do… but hair, nail clippings, spit or blood, etc. would be better. Bob now knew that it wouldn’t just focus the doll’s power or give it a target. The personal items would literally turn the doll into an extension of that person. Sympathetic Magic! Whatever cursed pins he used on the doll would then seep into the heart, the mind, the soul of the person being cursed. Some curses would only last a short time, disappear and leave no trace. Some would last longer time or until a specific command or mission was accomplished. And some of the pins had lasting, permanent effects.
But how to get what he needed?
Homer (as he thought of him, again in French, that “Gros bac de merde” … “Fat tub of shit”) was spending a relaxing four months in jail for his latest drunken escapade. Originally sentenced to ninety days, he was given and extra month for mouthing off to the judge.
Bob had many friends in both the local lock up where Homer was and state prison. He did favors for people. Helped file court papers, write appeals and letters. Contributed to prison canteen accounts. He didn’t step over any lines as far as the restrictions of his parole were concerned.
Prisoners have secret codes they use when contacting their friends and coconspirators on the outside. Bob had learned these codes (and so had the police and guards) so he drafted and taught the inmates new ones.
He wrote letters to his friends. Nothing the parole board would find suspicious. And later he received letters back. All very innocent. The letters had all been searched before leaving prison. Eventually one arrived with a few long grey hairs in the bottom fold of the envelope. Another had a damp stain on the page. Sweat stain. A couple of orange threads from a prison jumpsuit. Nothing that drew searchers’ attention. Prisons are dirty places, after all.
The next part was accomplished at work. One of the places in the strip mall he cleaned at night was a beauty salon that specialized in Mother/Daughter promotions. The Simpsons didn’t use it, Marge mostly cut her own hair and the children’s’ (you could tell!).
Late at night Bob used his key and selected a gift card and loaded it with a generous amount. He hacked into the salon’s daily receipts and paid for the gift card out of one his of anonymous, untraceable accounts. He placed the card in one of Salon’s envelopes and addressed it to Evergreen Terrace. It would go out with the salon’s morning mail.
Marge would probably think of it as an anonymous gift in memory of Homer.
Then he waited. And waited. And waited. Every night he swept out the stores in the mall and disposed of the trash. Lately it was taking him longer, but the watchers didn’t notice. About two weeks later he was rewarded! Going through the trash, the copious amounts of hair disposed from the salon, he was overjoyed to see thick blue hair. Unmistakable who it belonged to… and to his delight, there were short blonde curls mixed in with the blue.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Adult-FanFiction.Org is not in any way associated with or related to FanFiction.Net

Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.

While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.

All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.

Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!

Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo

The Inexplicable Reality - Sideshow Bob Pt.1