Struggling to Survive | A Simpsons Fanfic

Chapter 1: Missing

It was an early morning at the Simpsons household. Erm.. I mean the Simpsons hut. If you could even call it that. Honestly, one of the walls was torn down, there were holes in the walls still standing, and it looked like a garbage dump. A fitting set for peasants, eh? Marge, the peasant wife was dusting the walls while waiting for their water soup to boil. Home, the peasant husband, was off getting drunk at Moe's, and old bar. He had 11 whiskeys that morning, and obviously wasn't coming home anytime soon. Bart, Lisa, and Maggie were huddled next to the fire pit, which was igniting but one flame. They shivered and held onto each other. They didn't get along very well, but they always had each others backs. That's what brothers and sisters are for, am I right?

 Suddenly, Marge called, "Sweethearts, why don't you go look for more firewood? I'm sure that would make it a lot warmer," They nodded and scurried out, except for Maggie who was only an infant. It was freezing outside, especially since it was the middle of winter. All they had for clothing were rags. When they stepped outside, they saw their world of horror. They watched as Mr. Burnsy whipped  innocent men for fun, they watched as the king made poor children do his chores and break their backs, and they watched as peasants were hanged for that. Being peasants. The only good thing about their world was that they each had best friends to rely on. 

Barts being Milhouse, Lisa's being a girl named Janey. They set out to find firewood, and both took their separate ways. Lisa went deep into the woods, and found a great many pieces. She smiled, and weakly tried to make her way back home. Suddenly, she stared in horror at the sight in front of her. The king.

 "Hello, my dear child.. What lovely golden hair you have..," He said in his raspy voice. Lisa trembled. "You're much too beautiful to be a slave.. So I have a proposition." He said, running his fingers through her hair.

 "W-What?" Lisa asked, lost for words. The king chuckled.

 "You, be my son's wife," He commanded.

 "But I'm only 8!" She protested.

 "Haha, and so is he. But he has to be married by the age of 9 or he will be executed. And you'll be executed if you don't do as I say," He waggled his finger in front of Lisa's nose. She almost broke down.

 "F-Fine.." Lisa said subtly. The king looked pleased.

 "Very well then, follow me dear...," he said evilly.

 Meanwhile, Bart went to the meadow, where he found only a few logs, but it was still enough. His plan was to meet Lisa at the house, and so he did. He waited for moments and moments and moments until it was scarcely 12 AM. Bart ran inside.

 "Mother, Maggie dear! Lisa went to the forest for firewood and has not returned," He said in sorrow. Maggie sat down and sobbed. Even though she was a baby, she could understand a lot, and she didn't like the sound of that at all. Marge gasped. 

"S-So the king took her?" She asked, talking in a squeaky voice.

 "I think so." Bart said. Marge cried the whole night on the floor, where she often slept. Her child a slave? What the hell did she do? And that was the question the whole family was asking when Homer came in.

 "Hey guys, what's going on?" He burped.