Simpsons Porno Story: So You Watch Chapter Five

So You See: Chapter 5 Finally Awake

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Authoresses Note: Well Im back and while I was away I wrote down several chapters in a journal so the updates should be quick. As for my other stories I just have to type out the chapters I had hand written so they should be up soon enough.

Where am I? He muttered aloud but found he was completely alone and received no answer. From what he could determine was that he was in a lying position.

His vision was swimming in and out of focus. He could feel his glasses on his face but his eyes were still adjusting. He tried to lift his arms to his head but they felt like lead weights. He couldnt find anything else to do but wait. Finally his vision returned and he could take a good look at his surroundings.

Looking around he found that he was lying on a cot in a small beige room. The room was quite drab, in fact in he and the cot were the only occupants. There was no windows and only one door.

He tried to lift himself up into a sitting position but when he tried to move his head started to pound and he quickly abandoned his attempt to move. Lying on the cot he tried to jog his memory as to why he was here. Things were very hazy in his minds eye.

He bolted upright in remembrance. He quickly regretted this as his body screamed in pain and he fell sideways quite ungracefully. He toppled to the floor, hitting it chin first with a painful thud. His legs were elevated above him as they were still twisted on the cot. He grimaced as he realized how uncoordinated he was.

Chloroform. He thought grimly.

He let his legs fall to the floor and didnt allow himself to move until he accessed the situation completely. He had been at Mr. Burnss mansion but for what reason he couldnt exactly remember. He knew he had been fired earlier and thenreplaced.

His heart gave an unhappy pang as he felt the hollow betrayal. Thats right, Mr. Burns had replaced him.

But why had he been at the mansion?

He racked his brain but found no answer. His brain was only semi-conscious it seemed. To Waylons bitterness he found that it would still register pain. His whole body felt achy and bruised. He knew that his kidnappers hadnt been gentle.

His mind jolted. Kidnappers! He suddenly remembered that he had been kidnapped. He had been kidnapped after coming in to warn Mr. Burns. His memory graciously filled in the blanks for him. He had come in to warn his old boss and friend but found that he had been wrong and thenand then he had been attacked.

He tried to move his body again but found he was still too weak. He suddenly felt tired again. All that thinking had put a strain on his weakened mind and body. If he had felt more alert he wouldve further pondered why he was kidnapped.

If he had been more alert he wouldve heard someone unbolting the door from the outside.

Well in a way he always had, he thought to himself, he had always been there for the boy.

Even though there had been no poison as Smithers had claimed he still felt wary of his new assistant. In truth he was always suspicious of new people and now he had been given a clear warning, even if Smithers had been wrong.

He pushed his chair away from the table, Jenkins had still not returned. He walked in silence to the living room and lowered himself slowly into an armchair. He rubbed his eyes and forehead in a tired sort of way. How did it come to all this? Death threats, alienation from his best friend whom he fired, and it was all Mr. Burnss fault.

Jenkins knocked twice before letting himself enter the room.

Oh there you are. I had wondered where you had gotten off to Monty. Do you need anything further?

Dont call me Monty! Mr. Burns snapped. And no, I dont need anything else.

Jenkins bowed his head. Yes sir. He said before slipping out and shutting the door lightly behind him.

Monty stared at the door long after he left. Jenkins had been recommended by Richard Vandershoot when Smithers had had his outburst at the upper class party. Vandershoot had told him it had been no use to keep Smithers around after the incident and what he needed was a new and more efficient assistant. He had offered one of his own, Jenkins, for free of charge.

It was only then that Mr. Burns realized something, something important. The way the two rich men had talked about the employees, it had been like they were objects. Objects that could be bought, sold, traded, and swapped for newer models. Not something to worry or care about. Not something that had human feelings. Just another piece of machine.

He suddenly felt as cruel and cold as the people of Springfield painted him. He had few friends. Very few. And he had left his closest and oldest friend jobless and without means of getting back on his feet.

He felt very alone all of the sudden. Without thinking he reached out for the phone and dialed Smitherss, no, Waylons phone number. He wanted, needed to make amends. Even if he didnt want to work for him there was still the chance that they could make up. It had been too long that they knew each other to not try.

He got no answer. He tried calling again another three times but he only got Waylons voicemail. He left a short message.

Hello Waylon. Im sorry Im calling so late but I needed to talk to you. If you could give me a call back thatd be great. Er, thanks.

He hung up and realized that if he himself hadnt just recorded that he wouldnt have believed it was from him. It was polite and not commanding. Waylon probably wouldnt even recognize him.

Or maybe he would. Hed recognize him from years ago. He hadnt always been so commanding and bitter. Theyre relationship had been on more friendly terms years ago but Waylon never left as he grew bitter and twisted with age. If anything the relationship strengthened.

There was a knock on the door.

Come in. He said wearily.

Jenkins entered and bowed his head. Ive just received a phone message on the other line sir. Mr. Vandershoot called to invite you to him estate for a private meeting. Shall I call to confirm or decline?

Mr. Burns thought about it for a second. Maybe he still had a chance at some of the business deals he had lost.

Confirm. Give me the time and date.