Ch. 2: Life In Springfield/Royal Woods

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by AutisticChristian

by AutisticChristian

*In Another Dimension, Lives A Badass Troublemaking Misunderstood Young Boy, Who is in the Home of an Abusive Strangling Father, A Grumbly Confusing Mother, An Overachieving Sister, And A Baby Sister, But wherever this boy goes there is hate, laughs, and carelessness, This is Bart Simpson, I Am talking about here, He is walking on the Sidewalk when the background around him darkens and Smoke fills the room*

*This chapter is a musical number*

"Sick Of It By Skillet Plays"

Bart: If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick, if you're sick of it
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it

When everything you do don't seem to matter
You try but it's not use, your world is getting blacker
When every time you fail, has no answer
Every empty promise made is a reminder

No one can make this better
Take control, it's now or never

Are you sick of it?
Raise your hands, get rid of it
While there's a fighting chance
Are you over it? Bored to death?
Have you had enough regret?
Take a stand, raise your hands

If you're sick of it
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it, if you're sick of it
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it

*In A Third World, Stands a Cheerful Young Albino Man with a Plan who lives with 10 Sisters, Lincoln Loud walking home and Sits down in the backyard and is pale and weak as the background around him darkens*

Lincoln: Every single day, I chase my own tail
Like a rat inside a maze, gotta get, gotta get, get away
I'm running out of time for me to break this
I'm tired of feeling like I'm never gonna make it

No one can make this better
Take control, it's now or never

Are you sick of it?
Raise your hands, get rid of it
While there's a fighting chance
Are you over it? Bored to death?
Have you had enough regret?
Take a stand, raise your hands

If you're sick of it
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it, if you're sick of it
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it

*Split screen between Bart and Lincoln*

Both: I'm tired of it, I'm over it, I'm bored to death
Gotta face this, I'm sick of it

Bart: Raise your hands if you're sick
If you're sick of it, raise your hands
If you're sick, if you're sick of it

Lincoln: Sick of it
Raise your hands, get rid of it
While there's a fighting chance
Are you over it? Bored to death?
Have you had enough regret?
Take a stand, raise your hands

Both: Are you sick of it?
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it
Get rid of it
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it
Are you over it? Bored to death?
Have you had enough regret?
Take a stand, raise your hands
Are you sick of it?
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it
Are you sick of it?
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it
Are you sick of it?
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it, if you're sick of it
If you're sick, if you're sick
If you're sick of it

*The Song Ends and Bart & Lincoln sit down in their worlds, hopeless saying together*

Both: But how do i fight back?

*Flipping to the Loud House dimension, I knock on someone's door*

???: Yeah?

Me: Mr. Grouse, I need to talk to you about something.

Mr. Grouse: Come in. *Shuts the door behind him*

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What Could Change?