𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 || the simpsons

Chapter Five: Prove It To Me

It began to rain later that day. The small droplets of moisture fell from the heavens, soon splattering onto the ground below. Small rivers were quickly forming along the sides of the roads, eventually draining into the gutters. The employees of the Nuclear Power Plant were forced to run from the building to their cars to avoid getting wet. Some of them had brought umbrellas in anticipation for the upcoming storm, and others pulled their hoods over their heads.

Burns and Smithers were the last to leave. They had been talking about important matters, and had neglected the time. As they walked outside, they were disappointed to see the rainfall. Neither of them wanted to leave the building now.

"Ah, fiddlesticks," Burns said quietly to himself. "What should we do, Smithers?"

Waylon, like many of the other employees, had prepared for the rain, and produced an umbrella from his coat. After some consideration, he offered it to Burns, who looked reluctant to accept it.

"Take it," he said. "I'll be fine."

Monty hesitantly took the umbrella from Smithers and smiled before walking through the parking lot to his car. Smithers, now heavily regretting his choices, followed, cursing his stupidity the whole way. He reached his own vehicle and jumped inside. After inserting the key into the ignition, he quickly turned on the warm air conditioning, and swung out of the Power Plant grounds, heading to Moe's bar.

It didn't take him long to reach it, only around five minutes or so. When he arrived, he was slightly shocked to see Homer, Lenny, Carl, and Barney standing outside under umbrellas. He pulled over and rolled down the window.

"What's going on?" he asked. "Why aren't you guys inside?"

"Moe's not here yet," Barney informed him. "He hasn't opened the bar."

"Yeah, and it should've been open this morning!" Lenny said.

"Stupid Moe..." Homer grumbled. "Where the hell is he, anyway?"

Smithers put the window back up, confused. Why hadn't Moe opened the bar yet? Where was he, and what was he doing? He drove off from the bar, headed towards the apartment complex where he lived. It wasn't way too far away from the tavern.

He entered the place of residence and hung his coat and keys up on the wall before flicking on the light switch. Illumination filled the small apartment building, showing nothing out of the ordinary. As he walked forward, he suddenly heard a creaking of floorboards behind him. He stopped in his tracks, stiffening as he felt a strange feeling on the back of his neck, but before he could turn around, he heard a voice say, from behind,

"Heya, kid."

Smithers jumped, turning around. Beside the door stood the figure of-

"Moe?" Smithers gasped softly. "What are you doing here, and how did you get in?"

"Heh," Moe chuckled. "Through the front door. It wasn't locked. Anyways, I'm here 'cause I want to ask you something."

"What...what is it?" Smithers asked.

"Do you think that everyone, even the worst person in the world, could change, if they try?" Moe questioned. "Do you believe that someone, who has held the same habit day in and day out, can break that habit, with time and effort?"

Smithers looked at Moe, confused. "Yes...yes I do believe that. Anyone can change for the better if they just try."

Moe smiled, laughing quietly to himself.

"Of course you do. I do too. Well, I've got a better question, in response to your answer. If you believe that anyone can change if they try...

"Then why haven't you?"

Moe's voice darkened when he said those words. Glaring right into Smithers' eyes, he took a step forward as he stepped back.

"Wh-what do you mean?" he asked nervously.

"You know perfectly well what I mean." Moe told him, still with that deep and dangerous voice. "Monty Burns."

Waylon was slightly shocked when he heard Moe speak his boss's name. "What does he have to do with-"

"You loved him, do you not?" Moe asked. "He was the one you spoke of in the bar, right?"

Waylon nodded. "Yes, he was, but why-"

"You still love him." Moe said, without a shadow of a doubt. "Yes...I can see it in your eyes, you still love him, and you always have."

"That's not true," Smithers said, his voice shaking slightly. "I-I love you, Moe, not Monty. You."

Moe began to slowly advance towards Waylon. "Then prove it to me."

"Wh-what? How?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, kid." Moe said, a smile slowly growing on his face. "I know exactly how to make you prove your love to me."

Smithers stepped backwards again. "What do y-you mean?" he asked.

Suddenly, Moe rushed at Waylon and pushed him backwards, pinning him against the wall. "Don't worry...it won't be over soon." he whispered. "Just try not to fight me about this. It won't work."

Suddenly, Waylon was filled with horror as he realized exactly what Moe was about to do to him. He pushed Moe away from him, causing him to stumble back, and attempted to escape, but ended up running into the adjacent bedroom, which happened to be the worst place for him to enter right now. Moe began to laugh.

"What? It's not like you can escape your inevitable fate..." he said.

Waylon attempted to make a mad dash for the door, but Moe caught him, and threw him backwards against the wall again, but this time harder. He was stunned by the sudden impact for a moment, giving Moe the perfect advantage. He slammed the bedroom door behind him, before turning back.

Pinning him hard against the wall, Moe closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together. Waylon stiffened, attempting to push Moe off of him, but to no avail. He was completely helpless, entirely at the mercy of his once-friend now turned psychopath. Moe smiled into the kiss, before grabbing his shirt, and ripping it off, over his head.

Waylon froze in shock and terror, and Moe took that advantage to push him from the wall and throw him onto the bed. Before he could do anything, Moe was on top of him, his knees on either side of his body. He tore off his own shirt, throwing it to the floor. As he leaned closer to Waylon, who was now shaking in fear, tears streaming from his eyes, he spoke softly.

"Lock the doors and close the blinds, cause kid,

"We're going for a ride."