Chapter 6 - The Vast Darkness

Everything was silent except for a moan and the low bluesy tone of a saxophone.[br]
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"I'm trapped here with Sideshow Bob...[br]
...he will kill me quite very soon...[br]
...that is, if Bart doesn't get here...[br]
...That's why I'm singing these Blues...[br]
...This could be the last time I play...[br]
...I may soon come to die...[br]
...So I ask you this one request...[br]
Just pleeeeeeease, Don't cry...."[br]
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"Enough with that unwildely behometh! If your brother doesn't arrive in 30 minutes...I shall take out my anger on you!" Bob scolded.[br]
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"I'm sorry...I'm just singing the blues...maybe because I'm sad!" Lisa explained.[br]
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"Well, you do have a good reason. But stop playing that wretched Sax-a-thing!"[br]
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Marge pulled up to 1123 Fraiser Lane.[br]
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"Okay Bart, just listen. I gave you a knife, used for CUTTING THE ROPES ONLY. Okay?"[br]
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"Kay, Mom..."[br]
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"Mke sure Lisa is safe!" Milhouse added.[br]
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"Kay, Milhouse..."[br]
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Bart approached the tall, brown door and gave it a knock. A while later, the door swung open slowly. Bart took small, slow steps through the dark fawyer to try to be a quiet as possible. He couldn't see anything, not even his own hand in front of his face. Soon the darkness and slience was broken by the flash of a lightning stroke and the crash of thunder, reavealing a thousand mirrors all with the same image profile in each.[br]
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It was Sideshow Bob's evil smile, reflected in each of the mirrors.[br]
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"Hello, Bart... Hello, Bart....Hello, Bart..." [br]
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The quiet whisper came from every direction, Bob's face seemed to be saying it once in every mirror at a different time. [br]
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"Sideshow Bob! Where's my sister?" Bart screamed worriedly, turning around, trying to face each of the reflection that were talking. Soon, each of the refelctions dissapeared, except for one, wich was on the biggest mirror in the center.[br]
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"You mean, Lisa?" Bob asked, which was soon followed by the low bluesy saxophone.[br]
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"Lisa!" Bart yelled.[br]
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"So you really do care?" Bob asked again.[br]
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"Ugh...Bob, keep this between you and me, um...you know I do, I know I do, so that's that."[br]
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"Very well then. But I would like to inform you of this challenge. If you can find me, maybe she'll be free." Bob proposed. Soon the many other faces appeared on the blank mirrors.[br]
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"Maybe." And with that, every face dissapeared and the room was back to pure darkness. All that was left was the low bluesy tone of a saxophone.[br]

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