So I'm back! Again. I know, I know. I disappear for months on end. I'm sorry. This time RP has got my attention over at ani :3 But, I'am back! And though my updates might be long in between and in consistent, I'm still here.

This time, I present to you a Simpson's fanfic. Because I've been binge watching it like crazy and really can't find a Bart x Bob fanfiction I like. SO, that's my new obsession and I'am attempting to create my own! Yes, this will be a Bart x Sideshow Bob, eventually. Yes, I didn't time skip and age my Bart up. -Shrugs- But if you have a issue with it... LEAVE. I'm sick of people ignoring my warnings and leaving me comments, calling me names and even going as far to tell me to kill myself. Yes. I've been told to kill myself for a FAKE story in a FAKE scenario about a FAKE character in a FAKE show. Literally, just fucking leave.

Anyway, here it is. If you're okay with this pairing, go ahead read it. If not, well you've been properly warned above. :)

It's not the best writing, I know. But these meds I'm on kills my creativity.

Again... BART X SIDESHOW BOB. NO TIME SKIP. Pedophilia ahead.

Also, Milhouse is gay and totally has the hots for Bart.

Bart Simpson was a child with many problems... many. And it seemed to have all started on his first day of school those years ago. It was then that he realized he was an outcast, and his future was anything but bright. He wanted to learn, but there was no faith from the adults steering him and thus he had none either.

His only happiness... Krusty the Clown. And still, to this very day that is the one thing Bart considered to be his saving grace from a reality of where no one would notice if he wasn't there.

Bart sat on the couch, watching said show, Lisa quietly beside him. Marge was in the kitchen doing what Bart considered 'mom stuff'. Homer, well, he was still at Moe's.

Bart's mind was a void absence, until a particular commercial had come on, and a light bulb went off... a devious, little light bulb.

"Hey hey hey, kids! How would you like to meet me, Krusty the Clown, live and in person!" Krusty bellowed out through the tv, that ever joyful smile present on his face. Bart's attention was front and center, eyes locked on the screen, mouth a gap. "I would!"

"Well then, now you have the chance! For just a measly hundred dollars in chump change you can buy your ticket at thr venues listed below and have your own personal meeting with me, includes a picture and autograph, as well as a five minute conversation each, to ask anything and everything! And if that wasn't good enough, I'll personally pick one lucky kid to star in my next episode! Limited time while supplies last."

Bart let a gasp out as the commercial had ended, turning to Lisa and grabbing her by the shoulders. "We have to go!" He exclaimed as he shook her.

Lisa pushed him back with force. "Get a hold of yourself! Mom and dad will never pay that kind of money for a ticket, let alone two! I'm afraid it's another harsh fact of life."

Bart blinked as he looked at her for a bit, then shook his head. "But they must! It's an event no child can miss!" He exclaimed once again and then smirked. "They cant say no to me... just watch." He scooted off of the couch and made his way into the kitchen. "Mom, mom!" He tugged on her blinding green dress.

Marge looked down from washing the dishes. "What is it, sweetie?" She asked, half expecting it to be of some silly fight between him and Lisa.

"Krusty is having an event where kids can meet him and get a picture with him autographed and even get five minutes to talk to him! Five minutes, that's like a bazillion! I could be a star!" He gasped, not pausing once to take a breath. "So can I go?! Please please please!" He put his hands together and smiled up innocently at her.

Marge gave it some thought. "Oh, I don't know hunny..."

"Cmon mom, please... It'd be the most important moment of my life! And it's only a hundred dollars per ticket... That's not much."

"Well... in that case, I gu-a hundred dollars?!" Marge practicality screamed. "I'm sorry but no... That's too much... for him..." She muttered the last under her breath.

Bart's smile quickly turned to a frown. "Awe, please... it could be my birthday and Christmas combined for the next few years. I swear, I won't ask for anything else! I'll even do anything you ask me to, chores, homework, anything to see Krusty!" He begged, clawing at her dress.

Marge grabbed it out of his grasp and growled softly. "No and that's final. We don't have the money for that kind of thing."

Bart sighed of disappointment and sadly walked out of the room, back into the living room. Lisa looked to him and could tell by his expression what had just happened... that and she could over hear his dramatic act. "Oh Bart... I told you." She said with the utmost sympathy.

"My life is over Lis... there's nothing else left. That was a one shot chance at the best moment of my life and it's gone."

"Well, you could do jobs for the neighborhood and earn the money... you can mow lawns, deliver papers... walk other people's dogs. That way you can earn your own money." Lisa suggested, but to Bart, that was easier said than done. A lot easier.

"Oh.. I wish I could but I don't exactly have a good reputation around here... no one would trust me to do any of those things..." he turned and began his way to his room before Lisa could say anymore. He plopped down on his bed, face first into his pillow. He groaned with disappointment.

Krusty was his idol, his hero... Practically a God to him and he wanted more than anything to meet him. "This sucks" he muttered into his pillow. He knew that asking Homer when he came home would do no good... He would only turn to Marge for an answer.

Bart stayed up in that room for hours, at least, and to no surprise, no one had come to check on him... No one but Homer, of who didn't put any effort into actually talking to him... The young boy sighed, eyes locked on the wall infront of him. He was now laying on his side, contemplating life and it's meaning. Was there ever going to be his moment of happiness? Probably not.

He shook his head slightly, and crawled under the covers. He turned off his Krusty the Clown lamp and clutched his blanket close to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he attempted to sleep. A night that would result in restlessness and useless dreams of meeting Krusty.

If ya like it and you're a freak like me and wanna read more, drop a comment below! Show your support.

Also, if any of my One Piece fans read this, ya'll got a new Ace x Smoker fanfic coming up! ;3