Bob's Burgers Oneshots

by blagra1679

Hello fans of the great show called Bob's Burgers. These are a series of various Oneshots ranging from angst to comedy. They contain shorts starring all of your favorite characters! Warning: This will contain obsessive shipping! I also accept requests and suggestions from all you readers. These shorts will range from K to T. Check out my DA page as blagra1679 : 4 CHAPTERS SO FAR!

1. No More

Bold=Author's Note

Italics=Thoughts

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Ok, first of all, I apologize in advance for this. With that out of the way lets get to the big stuff. This is a

Bob's Burger fan fiction featuring Louise. It's an attempt at angst which is not my forte, so I'd love to get

advice from you pros out there. It's kind of implied that Louise is a bit older than she is in the show and I

think you can figure out the rest. I obviously don't own Bob's Burgers (thankfully for you). It's very short

because I am a lazy bum and can't do anything better (yet, I hope).

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I punched the bag. The flashes of memories wouldn't stop. The memories of the accident. The memories

of the burning and the screaming. The memories of sobbing and hopelessness. The memories of- no! No

more memories!

I punched the bag. No more! No more! No more! No more! I repeated like a mantra as I hit the bag again

and again and again.

My knuckles bled but I didn't care. I liked the pain, it helped me forget. Forget the sleepless nights. Forget

the drawn faces. Insincere faces. Faces pasted with sympathy and pity. They know nothing. Besides, nothing

could compare with the pain I already felt.

I continued to hit the bag. Red blood, my blood, smeared its surface and covered my hands. Sweat

dripped down my brow and I wiped it away with my bleeding knuckles.

Automatically I pulled my ears farther down on my head. My ears. The ones he had given me. That's when

the tears began to stream down my face. I tore off my ears and flung them across the room.

Sinking to my knees sobs wracked my small frame. I could taste the salty sweat and tears on my lips and

the snot running from nose.

I needed to get up. If I didn't get up now, I never would. Maybe that's OK, a small part of me thought.

Maybe I should just let myself shrivel away here. In this dark basement.

No. Stop. No tears. I had no time for tears.

I lurched to my feet. Staggering, I leaned against the wall for support. No more. I pulled back my fist. No

more pain. I punched the wall. No more hopelessness. Sharp white-hot agony spread up my arm. No more

sadness. My fingers were bent in different directions. No more memories. Blackness tainted the edges of my

vision. I heard footsteps running down the stairs. "No more." I whispered. Then the blessed blackness came.

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Man! I wish I didn't repeat "bag" so many times :(