Struggling to Survive | A Simpsons Fanfic

Chapter 4: Hoped for hope

    Back at the Simpsons cottage, Marge and homer were sitting. Marge was bawling her eyes out, and Homer was sitting there with a drunken face. "Homer, our children are missing! We have to find them instead of sitting here like a bunch of losers," Marge told her husband. He got up. "Okay, -burp-" Marge rolled her eyes. They set out into the forest. Oh boy.

    Bart was pinned down by the bear, and it was tearing his flesh. He winced, scared of blood loss. He felt so weak. Yet all he could think about was his sister. As soon as the bear struck again, this time for the eyes, he heard crunching.

    "Help me! Somebody, a b-" He couldn't finish his sentence, as the bear pawned him on the ground again. Suddenly, He saw tall blue hair, a drunken face, and his baby sister. "Mom, Homer," Bart said relieved. They kicked the bear until it ran away, and they hugged. "Mom, we have to find Lisa!" Bart said, rubbing his thick cuts. They then set off.

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    When Lisa and Nick reached the ground, Lisa had an urgent question. "Nick, how are we going to get far on feet?" She asked him with great concern. He chuckled.

    "Don't sweat it. We'll take my trusty stallion, Stormy," He said smiling. He leads Lisa to a pen. Inside was a beautiful horse. It was strong, and it had soft black velvet fur.

   "Wow. I've always loved horses, but obviously I could never afford one.." Lisa sighed. Nick patted her on the back.

    "Climb aboard, we have to get going." He said. Nick got on first, holding on to his horse like a made professional. Lisa blushed and then got on the back. At first, she wobbled, but then she gripped on to Nick's side and felt the warmth of him creep up her.

    Stormy galloped, his hooves pounding the ground with every step. Lisa and Nick's hair was flying in the wind majestically. They arrived at a lake mid-way through the woods and decided to stop. They had a long trek to go, but they needed breaks once and a while.

    They jumped off of the leather saddle and filled up a canteen with lake water. They gulped it down. Especially Lisa, because she barely ever got enough fluids or food to help her body. Nick had his arm around Lisa's neck, and it was wholesome.

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    Bart, Marge, Homer, and Maggie were panting in the hot sun. They wiped their foreheads from sweat, and their feet felt like they were bleeding.

    "We're almost to the castle, just a -cough- few more miles..," Bart said weakly, falling to his knees. He got up a moment later and trudged along with his family in hopes of finding Lisa.

    "Ugh, I could really go for some whiskey right about... Now!" Homer yelled, angry. Marge rolled her eyes and held Maggie tight to her chest.

    "Sometimes, you literally sicken me, Homer. All you can think of is alcohol when your very own CHILD is missing!" She ranted again, and Bart cowered.

    Homer grunted. "Well, maybe if- Doh!" Homer exclaimed out loud, for he had just run into a cactus. Marge and Bart giggled. They sighed and hoped. Hoped for hope. And they hoped for hoped for hope. And that was all they could do until they found Lisa.