Disclaimer: If I owned "Bob's Burgers" student loans would be a joke. Hence, I don't own "Bob's Burgers".
Author's Note: This is my first "Bob's Burger's" fanfic so please be kind. Chapters will vary in length; this one is short because it is the introduction. Feedback is very appreciated and always welcome (including constructive criticism). I couldn't let this idea go, so, here it is...enjoy.
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INTRODUCTION: "Sunday Morning"
It was a typical weekend morning for the Belchers: a hearty breakfast with the family at the table, and then a productive day of work at the restaurant. Gene, Tina and Louise were scarfing up their food as Linda worked up some more bacon in the pan for Bob, who was placidly reading the morning paper and quietly sipping his coffee.
Everything was pleasantly silent, nothing but the sound of the kid's semi-annoying munching, when suddenly Bob gasped, loudly, and knocked the cup of coffee, which spilled all over the newspaper he'd been holding. The newspaper slipped to the floor, but Bob didn't seem to notice; nor did he seem to notice the spreading dark brown liquid. However Tina, Louise and Gene definitely noticed and they all yelled in protest as their napkins and tablecloths were soaked with the bitter juice and started dripping off the table.
"Ew. Gross," Tina mumbled, frowning more than usual lifting her plate, and Gene, looking disgusted, shouted out as loud as he could, "I'd prefer to have my coffee in a mug like a normal caffeine-addicted adult, THANK YOU!" but Louise was the only one who had stopped everything so as to take notice of the look on Bob's face: a look of absolute shock, devoid of any emotion. This was not like her father at all, and Louise, in spite of herself, was concerned. He usually reacted pretty strongly if he were to react. This was...this was just...strange.
"Dad?" Louise demanded, staring at her father with concern, and when Bob didn't respond, she went to pick up the tipped cup, and tugged lightly at his arm, but still, Bob sat stock-still, his eyes focused on something unseen, and Gene immediately joined the two, eyes perplexedly searching the empty spot on the wall his father seemed so captivated by. "You okay Dad?" Louise tried again. Again, no answer; her father was zombified. "Mom!" Louise hollared, "something's the matter with Dad!"
"Bob?" Linda joined her wide-eyed kids, who were gaping at their unblinking father. "Bob! Wha, what's the matter, Bobby?" She immediately went about cleaning the table, one hand wiping up the coffee, the other hand gently shaking her ashen-faced husband, but alas no avail.
"Dad's possessed!" Gene exclaimed, gasping in horror dramatically. "I'll go and get the straight-jacket!"
"Gene," Linda warned her son, who halted in his tracks as his mother again tried to shake her husband out of his stupor. She picked up the sopping-wet newspaper, her eyes falling on the page her husband was looking at, and saw the word: "OBITS". "Obituary?" Linda murmured, completely and utterly confused. "Bob?" she urged, pleading with her husband, as Louise and Tina stood by looking perpetually worried, afraid for their father, who had never acted like this before in their young lives.
To Linda's relief, Bob spoke, just as her eyes fell on the same part of the Obits he must have been reading minutes before, and his words brought her no comfort: "Oh my God…" Bob spoke to the wall with hardly any emotion in his voice, "he...he's...dead."
"Bobby? Please talk to me honey, who's 'dead'?" Linda had taken a chair and was sitting next to him now, her hands on his back, trying to console him.
Bob answered her with the same bleak expression and the same monotone voice. "My father is...dead," said Bob, and put his hands over his eyes.
"Oh my God Bobby I'm so so sorry-" Linda's eyes filled with tears as she hugged him, and Louise and Tina quickly gathered around and also hugged him.
Bob sat with his whole family around him, and he should have felt better, but all it did was make him feel like throwing up.
"Does that mean we're poor now?" asked Gene.