𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 || fandom

Might As Well Die (The Simpsons)

Warning: Contains themes of depression and suicide. Also is really sad. Heh.

this song will be referenced to in the one-shot.

It was a beautiful morning outside in the city of Springfield. The town was busy with the hustle and bustle of the residents walking, and the sound of cars driving along the roads. Everyone had someplace to be, something to do.

The time read 6:30. Smithers woke up to the sound of his alarm clock blaring, and gazed blearily at his surroundings. Empty Duff Beer bottles were accompanying him in his bed. Smithers sat up slowly, massaging his head, due to the fact that he was hungover, and had a massive headache. This was nothing new. Ever since a month ago, he had taken up a horrible drinking habit. This normally allowed him to escape the pressures of society, and his own problems. But slowly, he'd realized that drinking wasn't going to solve his problems. His responsibilities continued to mount higher, and beer just wasn't doing the trick for him anymore.

Pathetic, he thought to himself. Look at yourself, Waylon. You can't accomplish anything. You're nobody. Hell, if you jumped off a building, no one would care.

No one would care. Those words echoed in Smithers' mind, over and over, until he realized the solution to his problem. Actually, no. He had realized this solution a while ago, and had thought more and more of it as the days went by. Drinking won't solve the problem. Nothing could. He was resigned to his fate. Today was the day.

Fifteen minutes later, Smithers was driving in his car, headed for the nuclear power plant. There was nothing else to do. Obviously he couldn't tell anybody, but who would he tell? Mr Burns? Smithers almost laughed at the thought. Burns was part of the reason that he was doing this. Smithers had had a crush on his boss for as long as they had known each other, and had tried to confess multiple times, but Burns would either not notice or reject him. And Burns would never notice if one of his subordinates went missing overnight. Things like that didn't matter to him.

Monty wouldn't care. No one would care. You're nobody.

Before Smithers knew it, he had arrived. He stepped out of the car and looked around. There wasn't anyone else in the parking lot. As he entered the plant, a song popped into his mind. It was by one of his favorite artists, the Cold Stares, and it seemed almost fitting for this scene. As he neared his fate, Smithers began to sing.

"I was standing at the water's edge,

"Wondering how it felt to drown,

"I'd rather you tie me to a cinderblock,

"And send me on my way down,

"Now to tell me that I've lost my love,

"And I have to say goodbye,

"My sun rises and sets in his eyes,

"And I know what I know deep inside..."

He entered Burns's office, and walked to the other side, but he did not stop beside the desk. He continued past it, and stepped onto the balcony which overlooked the entire city of Springfield. It looked like a scene from a movie, with the sun shining down on the buildings and reflecting off of the windows, and Smithers knew that the town would be better off leaving him behind.

Here goes nothing, he thought as he stepped over the railing, preparing himself for his imminent death. But before he could jump off and end his problems for good, a voice spoke.

"Smithers?"

Smithers turned around and was shocked to see Burns standing in the doorway.

"Mr Burns! How-how did you get here?" Smithers stammered. "I didn't see your car!"