A New Bug-Bob Duncan and Mr.Moseby Fanfiction

the side hoe

*MOSEBY POV*

Butter Bob threw me my weed tie and glared at Amy.

Ah...so SHE'S THE RAPIST!!!!!!!!!! FUCKIN BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!! I hastily put my tie and hissed at the bitch.

That's what I'll call her, THE BITCH!!

Amy stood completely still, as if she had just seen a ghost. It was probably just me.

DON'T JUDGE ME 'CAUSE I'M BEAUTIFUL!!!! PRNDL BITCH!!!!!!!!

"uhhhh.." butter deen stuttered," this is amy guys." The bitch slowly waved, completely avoiding all eye contact of Bob

HOW DARE SHE?! THAT RAPIST!!!!!

"So this is where you go every monday." butter Bob sneered at the bitch.

The bitch awkwardly looked down at her shoes, which btw were COMPLETELY FUGLY!!!!! Unlike mine, which were newly polished and clean.

"You leave me to watch all those shit kids, while you come to a FUCKIN BUTTER MANSION!!" butter Bob screamed," YOU FUCKIN BITCH!!! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!"

butter deen glared at me and whispered," do you have any idea how they know each other?" I just shrugged, I couldn't tell her that they had those shit kids together and that they were divorced, thank god for me they were, if I did, she'd kick us out of the mansion without even giving me one look at the most important weapon I needed.

I just had to get the stick.

It was the most important thing I needed in my life, well except maybe Bob, but I knew I needed that stick. It was my only way to get pure happiness, and if I got it, I could bring Bob with me too, where ever I went. I didn't know what Bob and I were.

Were we an item?

Or did we just have a one night stand?

I really hope it is more than just a one night stand, I really, truly liked Bob, maybe I even loved him. I don't know, I'm soooooooooo confused, I just hope Bob feels about me the same I feel about him.

O MY PRNDL!!!!!

I'm starting to sound like those dramione fanfics I've obsessively been reading.

The bitch spoke up,"i don't know what you're talking about?" HOW DARE SHE??!!

"BITCH! I THINK YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT WE'RE TALKIN' 'BOUT!!!" I screamed at her.

"WHILE BOB'S BEEN WATCHIN' YO SHIT KIDS," I gave butter Bob a small smile," YOU'VE BEEN SHAGGIN' BUTTER DEEN HARDCORE IN THIS BUTTER MANSION!!!!"

The bitch gasped and ran out of the mansion, a dildo falling out of her bag.

"THAT'S RIGHT!!" butter Bob screamed,"GET OUT AND STAY OUT!!!"

butter deen gave me glare, and if looks could kill, I'd be lying dead, scorched on the ground. After that, I knew I was in some deeeeeeppp shit.

"SERIOUSLY??!!!" butter deen screamed,"THAT WAS MY SIDE HOE!!! GET OUT OF MY MANSION!! AND I DON'T EVER WANT YOU LITTLE SHITS BACK HERE AGAIN!!"

butter deen violently pushed me and butter Bob down the butter walls, Bob quickly stopping to grab the dildo, and then out the door, grabbing hold of my weed tie before she slammed the door.

"AND NO I WILL NEVER, EVER SHOW YOU THE STICK!! NOT EVEN ONE GLANCE!!! EVER!!!!"

butter deen, wait imma start callin her butter bitch, butter bitch then literally threw me out of the butter mansion, my only hope for pure happiness fading away as she slammed the great butter door.

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*BOB'S POV*

I fell down, my ass hurting as butter deen slammed the door in our faces. I sighed, so much for staying in a butter mansion.

butter Moseby slowly stood up and reached out to pull me up.

"Are you okay Bob?" Moseby eyes filled with concern as he pulled me up, I winced as my ass hurt.

I blushed, looking down. " Well, uh, yeah." Moseby smiled and pulled me along as we walked away from the butter mansion, golden butter trees swaying beside us.

"I'm sorry about amy and everything, and that you didn't get to see the stick." I said, linking my hand with Mosebys. Moseby smiled at me," It's alright...but it was actually kind of my fault we got kicked out of the mansion."

I objected," no. I was the one who called her out."

Moseby declined, "no! Really! I was the one who yelled at the bitch, that's amy," I chuckled," and then butter bitch, that's butter deen, yelled at us and pulled us out." I just laughed, who really cares? I got the dildo anyway.

Moseby and I sat down on a butter bench the sun setting in front of us, it was even more pretty up in the clouds. "I actually need that stick, Bob." Moseby said, continuing to look at the sunset.

" Why do you need it?" I asked, curious. 

Moseby had never really told me what is was for.

"The stick is a butter stick, but not just any butter stick. It is made out of pure gold and has special powers." Moseby's eyes widen just thinking about it. I still wondered, "why do you need it?"

Moseby looked at me, "I need it so I can rule the world."

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I wonder how Moseby is going to get the stick? He seems to really want it.

Or........maybe Bob will convince him otherwise, and bring him back to the hotel so they can continue to fall in love and they can snog each other...

#mosecan