𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 || the simpsons

Chapter Eight: You're Safe Here

The door flew open suddenly. Monty Burns stood there, one hand on the door, the other hand hovering above the button that, when pressed, would summon his guard dogs. He looked exhausted, but at the same time, alert.

"Who the actual hell..." he said, then suddenly recognized his caller. "Smithers? What are you doing here?"

"Monty? Oh thank God..." he ran forward and wrapped his arms around his boss. Monty stiffened, shocked at this. He pushed Waylon off of him and closed the door behind them.

"Waylon, it's midnight!" he shouted. "What the hell are you doing here? It'd better be important!"

"I-I'm so sorry, sir," Smithers stammered. "It-it couldn't wait, I have to-"

"I don't need excuses," Monty interrupted. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't throw you out and let my hounds deal with you instead. I highly doubt that anything could...could be..."

He stopped speaking as he stared at Smithers, noticing something strange.

"What did you do to your arm, Smithers?" he asked.

Waylon realized that the cuts on his arms must have bled through his jacket. He tried to cover it up. 

"Sir, p-please, it's nothing!" he lied. "It was just a scratch, I'm completely fine!"

Monty strode up to Smithers and grabbed him by the arm. He winced in pain as he pulled up his sleeve, exposing the numerous cuts that he had inflicted upon himself. He did the same to the other arm, taking in all of the cuts and scratches that were there.

"Oh my God..." he said quietly, before looking Smithers in the eyes and asking. "Who did this, Waylon?"

"I-it was no one, sir, I'm completely-"

"Don't lie to me," Monty said, his voice slightly shaking with anger and fear. "I want to know who did this to you."

"Please, Monty," Smithers said. "I'm completely fine, no one hurt me, I-"

"It was Moe, wasn't it?"

At the mention of the name, Smithers gasped, shocked. "Wh-what would m-make y-you-"

"I told you, I didn't like the looks of him," Monty said. "I didn't trust him. What did he do to you?"

Waylon began to shiver with fear as the memories slowly made their way back into his mind. "I was a fool," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears. "I should have never trusted him..."

Upon seeing this, Monty walked forward and put an arm around the shoulders of his friend. Waylon pulled him closer, crying softly into his shoulder. Monty stayed there for a moment, attempting to comfort his friend, then brought him to the staircase which led up to the second floor, and they sat down.

"It's ok...it's alright..." Monty whispered. "He's not here now. As much as I would love for him to be here right now, he isn't. It's just us."

After a few minutes, Smithers began to calm down. He wiped his eyes with his slightly bloodstained jacket and sighed. 

"Can you tell me what happened?" Monty asked.

Smithers, refusing to look his boss in the eye, shook his head. 

"Look, Waylon, I know that you're scared right now after whatever had happened. But, you have to realize, there's nothing to be scared about. Moe's not here right now. He can't hurt you. It's just you and me here, and you know I would never hurt you, Waylon." Monty brought Smithers's head to his chest, running his fingers through his hair soothingly. "You're safe here."