OK, duziekat you're good at guessing. Or is it me that's not good at not making things obvious. Oh well. :D Here's the chappie anyway. Anyone who is wondering, what happened with the forums at the beginning was made up. Don't think anything like that has actually happened to me.

Disclaimer: I have no right to own the Simpsons. My name isn't Matt Groening so I don't own the Simpsons. Why bother with these disclaimers -shrugs and carries on typing-

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Chappie 4: What's happened to them?

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.

'No it's not… it can't be… can it?' Bart thought. He looked up at Milhouse who was now ignoring him and staring into space, emotionless again.

"M-milhouse can I-I look at y-you're a-arms?" Bart stuttered. Milhouse moved his head so it faced Bart again.

"Why?" He asked uncaringly.

"Just let me see 'em" Bart said running and grabbing his arms and pulling his sleeves up. 'No, how could he? Why?'

"And what are you staring at?" He asked. Bart blinked and rubbed his eyes with one hand. The sight didn't change. There, on Milhouse Van-Houten's arms were the scrapes of a knife, a blood-tainted knife that had lain on floor. 'Why would he do such a thing?' Bart thought as he looked back and forth at the knife and Milhouse's arms being full of scars.

Bart couldn't believe this. His best friend was cutting. Before he could do anything Milhouse snatched his hands back.

"Leave" He said coldly. Bart just left and walked back home.

'He's cutting. He's cutting.' The thought rang through his mind. Leave. Go away! He couldn't stop thinking about it. It tensed him up. 'Lisa! Lisa's turning into him! She might...?' Bart ran home as quickly as possible at this thought.

"Mom! Open the door!" He shouted. The door opened and he tumbled through. Quickly pulling himself up, he ran to Lisa and grabbed her arm. The markings were the same. Little scars here and there. Not as many as Milhouse but still. 'It's too late.' he thought. 'No, it can't be too late.'

"Bartholomew, what are you doing?" Lisa asked. Bart let go of her arms and looked at her.

"Since when did you call me 'Bartholomew'?" He asked.

"That's you're name isn't it?"

"Lisa-"

"Bartholomew, don't get involved. It's too complicated for someone as… dumb as you to understand."

"I'm not dumb!" Bart retorted but Lisa had already walked away. '... I'm not dumb. What a brat,' He thought as he went to look for his mother.

"Mom!" There was no reply. He searched the house. Nowhere. 'Must've gone shopping,' he thought.

He decided to have a go at snooping around Lisa's room while she was still downstairs doing who-knows-what.

He went up to he room and opened the door. The sight he saw was about the exact same as he saw before but now that he could look more closely it was definitely a shock to him.

There was rubbish clattered everywhere. Malibu Stacey dolls in the manner they were before but most stuff was too indistinguishable and unimaginable to even describe. And worst of all, she was smart and had set up thinks for 'intruders'.

RING! RING! RING! RING!

Bart jumped and turned round. 'What the hell?' He thought. Lisa was standing there with her arms crossed. Her eyes were the eyes of death. Bart knew this wasn't going well. He couldn't escape though, cornered in the room of some crazy person.

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What's Lisa gonna do to him? I must know. (Random person: you're writing it) I know but I haven't written that part yet. Anyway.

Oh and I hope Bart's not tooooo OOC. Well he is quite OOC but I'm trying. Yet I'm failing. Sigh. Wait this is concentrating too much on Bart. I'm losing the topic here. Crud. Maybe I should do it in Lisa's P.O.V. next chappy hmm…