《I'm In Love》Bart Simpson x Reader

Chapter Twenty Two: Kidnapped Part Three

"You see Ms.(L/n), your existence is not important to me. You're only here for one reason and one reason only," he confided, "you are a piece of my master mind plan- a trap to lure the real prey."

"You are going to be used to lure in my next victim," Bob waited for a moment, tension building in the air until he finally spoke again, "Bart Simpson."

Her eyes grew three times wider that moment, expanding in pure shock.

Consternation curled up inside her and clung to her ribs, settling uncomfortably in her chest. It felt as though the weight of the world pressed itself onto her chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Still, with a hoarse voice, she managed to Crack out, "B-bart?"

"H-h-how do you know him? What do you want with him?" she questioned frantically, anxiety eating her from the inside. She was confused and mortified at the fact that the psycho that stood in front of her knew Bart.

"Bart and I go way, way back. And not in a pleasant way. That blasted blonde-haired boy ruined my chances trying to frame Krusty and so many other plans that I had!" Bob's voice raised octaves and echoed throughout the basement, bouncing off the walls and only frightening (Y/n) even more.

"He ruined everything for me! He ruined my life!" He bellowed with clenched fists that became white from pressure, the veins in his forehead looked like they were about to explode from pent up rage.

Panicked thoughts whirled around in her head and never seemed to leave. Not only was she afraid for her own life, she was also afraid for Bart's. Whatever connection Bart and Bob had together; it wasn't good. And you were scared that Bob had something up his sleeve that involved either you and/or Bart ending up injured or possibly even killed.

"I've spent 32 years trying to kill that 18 year old boy," His voice wavering, though it met a certain edge. He looked away for a moment to regain his composure; his intensity could unsettle his equilibrium.

He trailed his eyes back to (Y/n).

She watched as his two dark abyss of eyes  stared right through her, another lump beginning to form in her throat at the sight of it.
Bob's presence alone hung like a threatening hail-cloud over the sprouting harvest of her peace of mind, invading her thoughts. Her fear never rested.

"I've waited long enough, and the time for him to die is now!"

"Well...soon." He added in a calmer tone of voice, but a linger of rage could still be detected.

"Now, you may still be confused," He brought his fist up to his mouth and cleared his throat.

"There's one thing that's always wrong with my plans- I am always chasing after him. And so I thought, why not have him chase after me?"

He stopped to look at (Y/n), who was still puzzled and not quite following.

"Still confused? Allow me to elaborate." Bob said.

"Right after I was set free from prison, I began stalking him; following him around and watching in on him with a close eye that never blinked as to not dare to miss a moment. It wasn't long after that I discovered you, (Y/n)."

She shifted uncomfortably at Bob's words, her  sense of privacy felt violated. Sweat dripped down her brow.

"Through speculation, I've noticed that you are the only one who's been around Bart an awful lot. He seems to have taken a liking to you, and knowing that if something bad happened to little old you, it would definitely devastate him," He explained, "So I instantly knew that you would be perfect for my plan."

Realization crossed her, her eyes dilated with horror, her pupils fled from the expanding whites of her eyes as she comprehended the matter of Bob's despicable master plan.

"Are you connecting the dots yet?" He chuckled darkly.

"He'd come looking for someone close to him and he'd do anything to save them, even if it meant the loss of his own life."

"I debated for a while, then came to the conclusion to take you," Bob stated, "the one he admires the most."

"He'll give himself up to me for the safety of yours. Quite shameful and pathetic, don't you think?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I'll set up a date and location to where he needs to be and what time he needs to be there if he wants you back in..one, living piece. And if he didn't arrive on time or at all," He dragged his finger across his neck and pointed at (Y/n).

"And if he goes running his mouth off to the authorities," He dragged his finger across his neck and pointed at (Y/n) again. She gulped.

"He's pretty stupid, but he isn't that stupid. He'd know better than to keep his mouth sealed shut." He said, dusting off his sweater and pulling his sleeves down.

"Anyways, I have to go run some errands. I have a tightly packed schedule. I'll be back here to serve you dinner, but that's only if I'm feeling generous." He concluded as he turned himself around and began walking into the direction he entered the room.

Just before he left the room, he turned around to face (Y/n) and with a smirk on his face, and said,

"Sleep tight~" With that, Bob disappeared into the shadows. The sound of a door opening and closing shut could be heard before a pin-drop silence filled the room, and the light above cracked and it flickered into darkness.

(Y/n) sat there in the dullness of the basement on the cold and uncomfortable floor, left in her thoughts after what just happened. She sank further to the floor, pressed down by exhaustion that haunted her body and reached into her soul.

(Y/n) sat with her head thrown back upon the wall, quite motionless, except a sob came up into her throat and shook her like a leaf, as a child who has cried itself to sleep from a waking nightmare.

"What am I going to do?" She blubbered and the dam of tears broke free, cascading down her grubby face.

She cried and cried her sorrows away, the heavy, heartbroken sobs racked her body until there no more tears left in her, seemingly cried them all away. She eventually grew debilitated from all the tears she shed and fell into a deep, disconsolate slumber.