It's been a month . One whole month since Bart was trapped underground. The search to find him was still going on. It's been the longest search ever. Everyday after work Homer Simpson would try and find his son. Sure it's been snowing and the search has been rough but he's didn't give up because he was doing it all for his wife and his son.
"Aww jeez it's been forever!" Homer said kicking the snow "Listen Bart I have had enough of this please explain where you are and I promise and I mean PROMISE won't strangle you" Homer slid his back down a tree crying he really missed him "I am truly sorry for everything I have done to you to the strangling to being reckless around you to EVERYTHING so please just give me a chance if you're out there". He looked up. No sign of his son running up to him and giving him a hug.
Homer threw a rock across the snow "what's the point if I'm ever going to see my kid again I would do anything Universe ANYTHING!" He found a ladder right in from of him "Wow thanks Universe you always know what your thinking!" He grabbed the ladder and walked around to find a good use for it. He saw something red in the distance "What the Hell?" He muttered. He walked to the red thing and immediately knew what it was "OH MY GOD BART IT IS ME YOUR DAD I AM COMING TO RESCUE YOU!"
He throw the ladder down and quickly climbed down. "Bart I am here don't worry I finally found-" his body stood there frozen solid "Son? Are you sleeping because you can wake up now" Homer quietly shook him "Bart? Please answer me!".
He saw something strange about Bart. He wasn't moving at all. He skin looked awfully white as if he saw a ghost while he was down here "are you breathing?". He put his ear over to his heart. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. "No it can't be I am too late He did not make it". Homer cried. He cried and cried for a long time.
"Homer what are you doing? did you find him?" He heard his dad say "DAD I wouldn't come down here if I were you!". His father didn't hear him but came down anyway "Alright what do you want to show me?" His dad looked at Bart's body it was all white and not breathing it just looked gross.
"He didn't survive." Homer said in a cracking voice from crying to much "I guess he really is,god I must not say that word". His father sat next to him rubbing his back
"What will I tell Marge?" He said to himself. He wasn't ready to show Marge her son's corpse and the story behind it. He did know that he had to be strong and be there for his wife.