A Twist of Fate: A Bob the Builder x Wrench Fanfic

Disclaimer: The following contains scenes of graphic construction and sexy times. Do not read if any age for the love of God and all that is holy

It was just another day in Bobsville. The sun was high in the sky as Bob and his crew approached their next project. A billboard along the side of the highway had come loose and it was up to them to fix it. All the equipment present that day seemed so excited for the job, but Bob was tired.

It was always the same shit every time and it had been for the last 17 years of his life. Most of his nights were spent drinking and sleeping with every piece of equipment in the area ever since his wife left him for some architect in New York.

"I can't do this anymore, Bob," she cried, "I can't live like this anymore." The words still haunted his mind. Bob remembered those days so clearly. He remembered the day it all ended-the day he realized it was all over.

"Can we fix it?" Bob said in a disheartened tone.

"No… we can't," his wife replied, tears streaming down her face, "Jesus, Bob… how many times to I have to tell you it's not working anymore. You keep asking me the same damn question everyday and I'm sick of it!"

Her words crashed down on him like a ton of bricks. Where did it all go so wrong? "Is… is there someone else?"

His wife bit her lips and looked down. She didn't have to say a word.

Bob's hands were still covered with scars from the shards of the vase he shattered in a fit of rage that night. He had told the rest of the team that he'd gotten them during another construction venture. There was no point to anything anymore and Bob felt hopelessly lost in the turmoil of his own mind.

But these were problems for another day. Determined, Bob approached the billboard. He would do the best damn job on this billboard-that was his way of coping and showing Royce that he was capable and could indeed fucking fix it. As Bob climbed up to the massive sign, he noticed the loose bolts that lined the sides of the board and his heart sank into the pit of his stomach. "Damn it all…" he took a sip from the flask that he kept on his utility belt, "I don't have the equipment for the job… Royce was right… I can't fucking fix it."

It was then that he saw her. Her metallic body glistened in the sunlight-but that might've just been the alcohol. Regardless, she was the most beautiful wrench he'd ever laid eyes on.

"I heard there was a problem? Some bolts in need of tightening?" the wrench inquired innocently, "I'm here to fix it"

Her purity and hope inspired Bob, and so he invited her up. The moment she looked at him, something like hunger flashed in her eyes for a brief moment but faded too quickly to be noticed.

"May I ask… what's your name?"

"Wendy," the wrench replied, her eyes filled with awe.

"Ah… Wendy. It's a pleasure to meet you," Bob hesitated, choosing his words carefully, "I'm going to need to pick you up to screw these bolts in. You don't mind if I touch you… right?"

"Whatever gets the job done," Wendy smiled seductively.

Bob's face flushed red at her words and the moment he rested his hands on her, she let out a soft moan. His eyes widened as he felt his blood rush to one distinct area. Bob had a raging boner. He tried to ignore it, but he heard her giggle.

"It would seem that that hat of yours isn't the only thing that's hard," she teased.

"And it would seem these bolts aren't the only things getting screwed tonight," Bob replied boldly without thinking.

They both knew that this was the beginning of something, but only one of them truly knew what was really in store and where their relationship was headed.

After a long day of back and forth sexual banter, the two retreated to Bob's. Wendy made herself comfortable on the couch and Bob took the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and prepare some snacks while collecting his thoughts. For the first time in years, Bob felt truly excited.

He returned to the living room to find her lying seductively on the couch.

"Draw me like one of your wrench girls," she smirked.

Bob felt overwhelmed and excused himself once again to go to the bathroom. It was really happening. He quickly ran his hand across his lucky 2x4, only to be interrupted by Wendy as she cried, "Quit stroking your wood and love me!" He nervously rushed to her, unsure of where to begin. Wendy proceeded to remove his overalls by practically tearing off the buttons. Before they knew what had happened, they were both naked-albeit Wendy never really did wear any clothes.

"I'm going to give you an experience like none you've ever experienced before," she whispered.

"Please do," Bob replied eagerly.

Wendy wormed her way behind Bob and suddenly jammed her cold metal body up his asshole. At first Bob was surprised, but then he and immense wave of pleasure washed over him. Suddenly Bob's vision began to twist and fade. He lost all feeling in his body and looked down to find the area around him soaked in blood. Wendy had wedged herself so far up into Bob's anal cavity that she was killing him and he couldn't feel any of it. He realized at that moment that she must've slipped some painkillers into his drink while he had gone to the bathroom. Fuck, this was her plan all along.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard a familiar voice.

"That's enough, Wendy. You can come out now."

"Thank God, I couldn't stand being in there for another minute," Wendy groaned as she slid out of Bob's profusely bleeding anus.

"Serves him right for making our lives a living hell for the past few years," The voice laughed. "Isn't that right, Ted?"

As his vision began to fade, he saw a familiar figure standing above him accompanied by a man with dark hair. Despite the blur, he was able to recognize those sons of bitches anywhere. Ted fucking Mosby-the architect that stole his wife, who stood by him, rejoicing in her ex's death. This was it. This was the end.

But Bob couldn't let it end like that. With the last of his strength, Bob got to his feet and grabbed Wendy. In one swift movement, he smashed Wendy against Royce's skull, ending her life almost immediately. He turned to attack Ted, but he had lost too much blood to make another blow. Bob collapsed, and as the life faded from his eyes, he knew he had won. At least he took one of them with him. Bob was happy in that moment for the last time in his life as he bled out on the floor. It was finally over… finally he was free from it all.

The End