If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

*Bob's Dream*

Bob was driving along the road in his lovely white car, singing along to the Gilbert and Sullivan CD that was playing in his car. The sky was a misty blue, with only a few fluffy white clouds littering the sky. He was on his way to the University, on his way to work, in fact. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Gino was there, walking out in-front of Bob's car. They both screamed. Bob slammed on the breaks, sweat dripping down his collar. He leaped out of his car and saw Gino led on the road, bloody and unconscious.

*End of Bob's Dream*

Bob shot awake, hyperventilating and sweating. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes, calming himself down.

"I'm in my-" Bob looked down at himself, realising that he wasn't in his bed. He glances to the side and spots a note. He picks it up and reads through it, smiling.

"How thoughtful," Bob smiled. He placed the note on the floor and got up, tossing the blanket back onto his bed.

Bob showered and got dressed. Whilst drying his hair with a towel, Bob caught sight of the clock. He was nearly an hour behind! He gave a little yelp of worry, and toweled furiously. Bob grabbed his car-keys, briefcase and a hairbrush and hurried down the apartment stairs, frantically brushing through his wild red waves of hair.

"Ow- Goddamn this brilliant red bush-ow!" Bob cursed, getting into his car. He spent a few more moments brushing through his hair before finally setting off.

"I hope I'm not late," Bob muttered. He pulled away from the driveway and drove down the road.

* A few hours later*

Bob pushed open the door of his apartment and threw his briefcase onto his bed, along with his car-keys and what was left of his lunch. He went over, brushed his lunch remainders into the bin and then sat down beside his briefcase. Pocketing his car keys, Bob looked up at his ceiling.

"Was your day any better?" he sighed, hanging his head, resting it in his hands.

It'd been absolute torture. He was bombarded with overwhelming sympathies as soon as he had entered the building. The entire day was tiring, but he dreaded teaching Caitlyn's class again. He'd just told the other classes that he'd been ill, but Caitlyn's class had witnessed his nervous break-down. 

Bob groaned and led down on the bed. Reaching for the book on the end of his bed, Bob heard a knock at the door.

"If this isn't Caitlyn, I'm going to lose it," Bob grumbled, getting up. He brushed himself off, plastered a stupid fake smile on his face and opened the door.

Bart Simpson smiled anxiously as Bob opened the door.

"Hello, Bart," Bob greeted him brightly, "What brings you here today?"

"Bob... I need to talk to you about something," Bart replied. He gulped nervously.

Bob invited him inside, and kept smiling, but was screaming in frustration inside; he couldn't take anymore people time. But he knew that Bart meant well, so he kept up the act.

"Sit down, Bart. Make yourself comfortable," Bob said, gesturing to the armchair and the small settee beside the bookshelf.

"Thanks, Bob."

Bart took a seat on the small settee, and Bob sat across from him in the armchair.

Bart cleared his throat and asked, "Bob... Why did you try and kill me?" 

Bob jumped at the question. He felt himself burning with embarrassment.

"Well-er-Bart. I was an idiot. When you exposed my plan, I became a seething cauldron of rage. I just wanted revenge. I wanted to stop this. This voice almost... This voice that was screaming to end you. The person who I was really angry at was Krusty. He mistreat me horribly, and does so still to poor Sideshow Mel," Bob replied, stirring his cold tea, " I could've just quit the job, now that I think about it. I was insane. It all sounds so, so stupid now," he sighed.

Bart nodded.

"Why do you ask?" Bob inquired.

"Because... I'm worried that you might try and kill me once I tell you this," Bart admitted, hanging his head in embarrassment. Bob laughed.

"Bart, I would never, ever try and kill you again, not matter what," Bob chuckled.

"Do-do you promise?"

"I promise. Now, what is it that you came to tell me?" Bob continued.