Marge felt depleted and lost in the psychotic mess of hellish screams in the Serng residence. Each day she slumbered within that house she'd wake up broken, another poor soul trapped in the immortally nightmarish clasp of Mr. J Seng. Today was a special day, however. The day she filed the divorce papers against her hubby, Mr. Serngip.
An agitated mode became apparent before she spoke the news, as Mr. S slammed the fridge door shut with fierce intent, before lumbering like living dead onto the couch -- robotically jumping back into a slow slouch on the blood soaked sofa. Marge needn't break the stirring tension of the voiceless room for now; he quickly chided a snarky remark to Maerg: "always falling flat, aren't we, love. Never doing anything but sitting all day, whilst..." He briefly paused for a hiccup, "I-I slave away all day to save your useless e-existence..." After the inebriated rebuke was finished, Marge attempted to ignore it, clanging dishes to the sink. "Woman!.. I-I'm talking to," He paused again, swallowing his own vomit, "HEY!" He restarted, snagging his beer bottle tenaciously, "Y-you aren't going anywhere! T-this is my house! MY RULES!" He tugged himself up and began slothfully aiming for the frame of the door, clashing with anything in his path. A vase smashed. "MARGE!" Stopping from complete disarray, moments became blurred and dizzy - everything shaking. She didn't understand what was happening: the walls began to crumble and volcanic eruptions of lava began to create a flowing river of magma around the slate of now alone land.
There stood Homer upon marge, after dropping the supposed weapon - his face melting in a horrific blaze, yet smiling lightly before his departure. Now, a steady flow of tears confusing marge further - as she fell into a hysteric cry on the heating concrete slab she now stood on, synced guns began to fire, as a militaristic theme began to endure with sharp notes piercing her ears as it plummeted off into a devilish cacophony - sonorous and bewildering. "Follow the path," Stated a lone sign inbetween the room, reading in a sophisticated old style of calligraphy. Falling to her knees, tears sizzling on her cheeks, she beamed.
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The Sergons
FanfictionMerge, Herm, Sliga, Migga and Blerg are nothing of your normal family. The household gets a bit wacky, as they spin OUT OF CONTROL!!! Read this WACKY chain of episodes to find out. (Notes: uh, the adjective chain, uh- well- you know, it symbolises t...
