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The Inexplicable Reality - Sideshow Bob Pt.1	By : Wendell Urth Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 4074 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 4: Simpson’s house
Lisa kept looking back and forth between Marge and Bart. Something was going on! She just didn’t know what. Bart’s “illness” didn’t keep him from eating a bowl of cereal. This was a pretty lame sick act, even for Bart and she was surprised Marge was going along with it.
At one point, Marge sent Lisa upstairs to get something for her. Marge winked at Bart, opened her robe and squeezed her tit a few times, laying a generous splash of fresh breast milk in Lisa’s bowl, she quickly mixed it in, closed her robe and sat down.
When Lisa returned and began eating, both her mother and brother began to snort and suppress laughter. Lisa was confused. “What was going on with these two?” She promised herself to get to the bottom of it. Later. She got her lunch and ran off to catch the bus. Marge and Bart waited a few minutes till they heard the bus pull away…
She stood in front of the boy, letting her robe fall to the floor. She lifted one foot onto his chair, leaned forward. He looked down as his mother inserted her index finger into her meaty cunt. She began making circles, spreading her cunt lips back further and further. Bart looked up at her face with wonder in his eyes as she took the wet finger and placed it in his mouth. He tasted it, he tasted her as she smiled wickedly.

That night, Lisa’s chocolate milk tasted a little off. She checked the milk, it was still fresh. Krusty Brand chocolate syrup. You never knew what was up with Krusty Brand. She shrugged and still asked for more. Marge was happy to oblige. Fresh milk (some from the tit, Marge Brand), chocolate syrup, Krusty Brand. And a teaspoon of cum, Bart Brand.

Lisa Simpson was a sad girl. Too bright for the life she lived. A diamond in the rough… and living with her family was very rough on the precocious little girl.
She wanted to be a “Daddy’s Girl” but was constantly disappointed by Homer’s inattention. Foolishness.
And then Homer died. Died in jail, county lockup with just ten days left on his sentence. He and his cellmate were brewing Pruno, prison wine. Oranges from the mess hall, grapes and raisins, bread for yeast, fruit cocktail.
Ferment in a plastic bag, keep warm in the toilet.
Age well (called “cellaring”) for one week.
Voila!
Dead on the dirty cell floor in a puddle of fruity vomit. He was still clutching his chest when the guards found him hours later.
Time of death? Not important.
However…
Moments before his passing, across town Bob was busy with his own preparations. His wine of choice, certainly not toilet Pruno. A glass of fine chardonnay.
Two gray hairs, a clipped piece of paper (still moist with sweat) and a couple of orange threads. He pressed them into the grey slimy strips that encircled the doll. The open space in the dolls head, the loop, flamed blue for a moment.
Bob began a chant that he had learned online, he had no idea what the words meant. They seemed to twist and vibrate as if his mouth needed to expel something vile. He held the long black needle in his hand, it was warm and seemed to vibrate! He stabbed it in the doll’s heart. Hard and deep. It passed through the doll into the palm of his hand.
For it to work, he needed to provide some blood too, needed to feel some pain.
It was small price to pay for a man’s death.
He held it in place in spite of the pain. Five minutes by the clock on the wall. At 6:45 PM he withdrew the black needle. It was smoking hot now and he dropped it. It could never be used again.
Homer’s death certificate listed Time of Death as 6:45 PM also. It was an estimate, but an amazingly accurate one.

Bob could have used the Death pin on Bart, instead. He considered it, but found that a simple quick death for the boy who had destroyed his life wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted more. He meant for Bart to suffer as he had suffered. He wanted to destroy the family, destroy the Simpsons.
He would get his wish. He knew he would pay a price for his revenge.
But first he had a little side project to work on. It would be a test of his powers. One of the teachers at Springfield Elementary had spotted him the last time he had escaped from prison. She had called the police. He didn’t blame her… much. She had annoyed him with her self-righteousness. “Let’s see,” he said to himself.
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The Inexplicable Reality - Sideshow Bob Pt.1