Hi! Twilit Violet reviewed on my songfic "A Girl In Love" and said there should be more fics that show Sideshow Bob in a positive light. I happen to agree with her, so I'm posting some snippets from a story I wrote about a girl from Springfield who is intrigued in Springfield's criminal genius.

This is the first I will post. This takes place after "Sideshow Bob Roberts". My OC, Naomi, is seventeen years old, and she is one of the most popular girls in her grade. She befriends Bart and Lisa Simpson, and now wants to find out the other side of the story.

I decided to find out Bob's side of the story. I didn't tell my parents what I was doing, because I knew they wouldn't approve. In fact, I didn't tell anyone. I just went to Springfield Minimum Security Prison and asked to see a Mr Terwilliger. They let me go to the glass partition, and I got to speak one-on-one with the man that had committed four crimes, two of them attempted murder.

When he first faced me, he just stared for a moment.

"Hello." I said nervously. "My name is Naomi. I asked you a question when you and Mayor Quimby were at the high school."

He nodded. "Yes, I think I know you. Not properly. You were the one who questioned my statements about Democracy and the education system in Springfield."

"I think maybe it's true." I admitted. "I lived in Atlanta before I came here and everyone there always passed their exams with pretty high marks. There was probably only one F in the history of the school. Anyway-" I smiled a little "Even so, I heard some kid at Elementary School got sent down five grades, even if the education system is slack."

"Bart Simpson." he said, with a dark look in his eyes.

"But that isn't important." I said quickly. "What I want to know is, what exactly happened? Why did you begin this? I mean, right at the beginning, when you framed Krusty?"

A speck of recognition appeared again. "I remember something else. Weren't you there when I was arrested for that?"

I gasped. "You-you remember that? I was one of many."

"Yes, I do remember. You were standing there, and you had this look, like you felt let down."

"Why did you do it?" I asked, the disappointment of that time flooding me again.

"I said that it was because of Krusty."

"I didn't understand, though. You were talking in an elaborate way."

"Well, did you watch the show before I framed him?"

"Yes." I replied. A lightbulb went on. "It's because you took slapstick, isn't it? Krusty got all the laughs, and you just got undermined and hurt."

"Yes, that's it." he answered quietly.

"Couldn't you have just quit?" I asked. "And why did you keep commiting crimes after that?"

He just looked at me for a moment. Then he said "I didn't know what else to do. I had never really done anything else but that job with Krusty. And after the first...attempted murder...it was hard enough to pretend I didn't harbour any hard feelings against Bart. After he foiled my second and very elaborate plan, I felt compelled to get my revenge. It was my biggest desire. In fact, it still is...why am I saying this?"

"You don't have to explain further, if you don't want to." I said softly. "I know I must be acting like a psychologist or psychiatrist."

"But you don't get paid, which proves you really want to know." he answered, matching my volume. "I got caught that third time, because Bart knew exactly how to stall me. It made me hate him more. And this time...in the courtroom I said it was because they subconsiously wanted a Republican leader, but that wasn't the only reason. You would've understood if you saw me at the elementary school. I still couldn't get over Bart. When I became Mayor, you could see I was getting my revenge by evicting the Simpsons from their home and sending Bart down a few grades."

"I lived three houses away." I whispered. "I saw everything."

For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation. I knew something was up when I got to school the next day and saw my friends.

"Hi, Jess. Hi, Sam." I greeted them, trying to be normal.

"Hi, Nao." Jessica said, mocking the abbreviation of my name that she and Sam used for me.

Sam was more direct. "What happened yesterday?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I saw you coming out of Springfield Minimum Security Prison."

"I went to visit someone, if you must know." I told the girls, my tougher side rising.

"And just who was that?" Jess asked. "Some family member in prison?"

"No!" I snapped. "It's none of your business, and you're just proving that I shouldn't tell you."

"And what do you mean by that, Naomi?" Sam said harshly.

"That you two don't want to be friends with me if I'm not completely perfect. You probably wouldn't know who he was if I mentioned him, because neither of you talk to kids younger than you, are interested in politics, or have ever watched a kid's show." I yelled.

My friends gasped.

"She didn't?"

"Naomi, you seriously did?"

"Yes, I did. I wanted to find out his side of the story, so I went to see the former mayor of Springfield."

"He could've killed you!" Jess cried.

"Glass partition ring a bell, Jess? And besides, I enjoyed our conversation."

"Well, go hang out with the delinquent from hell." Sam suggested with a mean look. "Just don't expect us to be at your funeral." She linked arms with Jess and they went off together.

"By the way, Sam, I think I should start calling you Lauren!" I yelled after her.

"Well, you are an adredaline junkie!" Jessica yelled back. We were both referring to the Twilight Saga. The names Lauren and Jessica in the book belonged to a couple of bitchy girls. Lauren was especially mean. In one of the movies, Jessica called the main character an "adredaline junkie" because she liked doing dangerous things. But I'm not one. I'm not going to be murdered. I'm just interested in the most infamous criminal in Springfield. What they didn't know was that I had planned to go back occasionally. That was something I started doing, once a month, usually. I stopped having to ask questions, and started just talking. We were friends, in a way, although I still felt quite nervous. I had learnt that his actual first name was Robert, after asking to visit him so many times.

I still talked to Bart and Lisa on the school bus. Although my so-called ex "friends" had spread the news of my visit around the High School, the rest of Springfield kept it to themselves and anyone lower than ninth grade didn't know about it. Most adults didn't know it, either, and those who did were mainly police and other incacerated criminals. I didn't tell anyone else. I knew that Bart would be furious if he knew of my visits, and Lisa wouldn't exactly approve either.

More coming soon, promise! Review, please, I love getting feedback.