Hey, sorry for the wait again. Once more life has burdened me with crap stuff to do like stopping a computer from crashing every 5 minutes. Sigh.

Disclaimer: Me? Own? Yeah right. Not gonna happen.

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Chappie 3: Concern

"Why do you not want to tell him the truth? He asked, you should give a truthful answer." Both people looked towards the direction of who said that. It was obvious who it was anyway. There, leaning on the edge of the wall near the door, was Lisa.

"Lisa! What are you talking about?" Marge asked, confused.

"Bart deserves the truth you can't hide things from him forever." Lisa replied. Bart looked at her confused.

"Though he may not understand or handle the truth," Lisa added.

"Lisa! Don't say that about your brother!" Marge shouted.

"Whatever" Lisa said walking away.

Bart looked up at Marge's worried face. 'What's up with her and Milhouse recently?' He thought. 'They are acting like total weirdoes.'

"It's just a phase she's going through, like how I started eating shrimps all day."

Marge and Bart turned round to see Homer getting a duff from the fridge.

"That was the all-you-can-eat last night" Marge sighed.

"Whatever" Homer said walking away already draining the duff.

"Bart, find out what's wrong with your sister," Marge told her son, "There must be something we can do." Bart just nodded vaguely as he glanced at his sister's bedroom door, which now had a 'do not enter' sign that was black with white skulls and bones.

He went up and walked over to that door and knocked on it.

"Go away!" Bart opened the door and was welcomed by a shoe being thrown at him.

"Hey!" He retorted.

"Go away!" Bart looked round the room. It was a mess compared to before. And… and her Malibu Stacey dolls… they're heads… were on sticks hanging up. He stared at it for a while before noticing that all her books disappeared while paper decorated the floor.

"What are you looking at?" Lisa snarled.

"N-nothing," Bart stuttered 'something is definitely wrong' he thought before backing away out of the room and closing the door.

He sighed, the sight he saw. Marge must have seen it while cleaning. No wonder she was so worried. He decided to go to Milhouse's maybe he could ask his Mom.

He walked outside and looked up at the weekend's afternoon Sun, so bright. When he got up to Milhouse's the door was locked and all the windows were shut. It was quiet. No, it was silent. Hesitantly he pressed the doorbell and heard the noise echo through the house. After a while no one answered the door. He muttered under his breath about how deaf these people were.

Walking round the back, he noticed it all tidy. He checked whether that door would be locked like the front door. It wasn't. He walked in casually and found a note saying,

Milhouse, be out for the day. Don't bother looking for me.

'Must be seeing her new boyfriend again,' Bart thought. He walked upstairs and saw the same sign as on Lisa's door. 'What is with these two?' He questioned himself. He knocked on the door and heard the warm welcome of him shouting,

"Go away!"

"Milhouse, it's me, Bart"

"Go away!"

Bart sighed and opened the door. Milhouse's room was even worse than Lisa's. Sure there was scattered paper and stuff but Puppy Goo Goo, his favourite toy of all his life. It was decapitated, mutilated, anything else you could call it but still, it would be an understatement. To even describe how its fur had been stuck to the wall was too hard. Its bare head hung down from the windowsill while its eyes were used as knobs for broken drawers. The feet of this poor thing were dangling from his neck like lucky rabbits' feet. And the rest was indistinguishable. He could only make out some parts stuffed up his lamp and some made into other decorations among other things around the room.

Milhouse himself appeared as he did at school the day before, wearing pitch-black clothing that was way too long for him. His glare at Bart was ice cold which freaked him out a bit.

"Err… Milhouse?"

"What?" He spat resisting the temptation to throw more stuff at him until he leaves.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to come over play video games," Bart asked, saying the first thing that came into his mind.

"No,"

"Milhouse, are you ok?"

"Of course I'm ok. I'm great. See? Happy, happy, happy" Milhouse said half-sarcastic half-go-away. Bart sighed. He was getting nowhere.

He turned away to go but something caught his eye just before, something shiny, but tainted with a red substance that mad him frown at the sight of seeing it.

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Oh I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. What could that shiny thing be? Thinking about it, it's kinda obvious but then again that's cause I know what it is. Or do I? Suggestion: ask the pixie. It will know. :D

Wow I've written quite a lot considering it's me. Me suprisey. :O Sadly my updating will get even slower as the holidays start. Sigh. I'll try.