Struggling to Survive | A Simpsons Fanfic

Chapter 6

    Lisa and Nick had just reached Moe's. Stormy had taken off for an unknown reason. "Nick, my cottage is only two streets away," Lisa told Nick excitedly.

    "Boy am I glad, I just want to get out of here," Nick said, breathing heavily. Lisa nodded in agreement and grabbed his hand.

    "Let's start walking, after Northeast Flanders St., we just need to pass North Van Houten Avenue," Lisa says, and they head off. After walking a long while, Lisa groans. "I'm still in this petty dress! It's so hard to walk in this thing." She pouts.

    Nick didn't know how to comfort girls, so he just shook his head and said, "What a shame," and they were on their way. They had finally passed Northeast Flanders St. And they were halfway through North Van Houten Avenue.

    "I think I see my cottage from here," Lisa jumped up excitedly. She tried to run, but tripped, realizing she had heels on. "Oww..." She groaned. Nick extended his arm for her to reach, and they both blushed as their fingers intertwined, and the warm sensation filled them both.

    "Thank you, Nick," Lisa said modestly.

    "Of course, m'lady," he said, gesturing at Lisa.

    When they finally arrived there, after a long time of walking, Lisa knocked on their beaten up door. Nobody answered. She went to the side where the wall was torn off and peered in. Nobody was there. "Gosh darn it!" Lisa exclaimed.

    "They must have gone to look for me... Oh, dear! The king will execute them when they arrive," Lisa panicked, Nick trying to calm her down. 

    "It'll be okay, I promise. Just breathe." Nick said soothingly.

    "It's okay? How will we get there in time? Stormy ran off, and we have no other transportation." Lisa sobbed.

    Nick thought for a moment. "What about that Moe guy? He had a carriage in the back of his place. It's not far away. I'm sure he'd let us use it."

    Lisa perked up. "Of course he would! He's my dad's best friend!"

    And so they were on their way.

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    The family headed desperately towards the castle, and they all took deep breaths. "Marge, are you sure you want to do this," his words banged into her head violently, and she turned around, steaming mad.

    "Of course I want to! Lisa's my baby and I'm not going to let her be held captive against her will," she finished boldly. Bart and Homer nodded. Maggie had stayed silent for the whole trip.

    As they made their way to the castle, the admired its captivating beauty. The stones were shiny, the flags were a beautiful shade of red, and the water surrounding it was clear and misty.

    As they were about to come to the drawbridge, a man with a grey beard walked up to them. The king. They shuddered. "I've been expecting you," he said breathing heavily. And all they could do was stare in horror.