This choice: … with a little higher stakes (hide and go eat) • Go Back...Chapter #6… with a little higher stakes (hide and go eat) by: kDOG   “Tell ya what! You go hide and I’ll come look for you! If I can’t find you, I’ll turn you back!”
“And if you do find me?”
A smirk spread across his face with a glint in his eye. Homer swallows audibly. Bart turns around “one… two…” Homer is jolted into action, scrambling and looking around the room for a safe place to hide.
“… three… four…” The closet? Under the bed?
“… five… six- you better hurry!” Homer just starts running in whatever direction he’s facing, which is toward the bedside table, atop which sat his Krusty the Klown alarm clock. The smiling face, usually a silly sight to see in sunlight, appears to be lit from the bottom now, giving it a more sinister smile. All Bart’s toys have this terrifying effect to them.
“… seven… eight…” Homer goes into a sprint, tripping over tiny pieces of what were once toys, likely no smaller than him. His run starts to imitate that of a gorilla in pursuit.
“… niiiii-iiiiine!” His last two numbers, he makes tauntingly slow to savour this moment between him and his father. As he says his final number, he turns around. “TEEEEN! Ready or not…” while wringing his hands, under his breath he finishes, “here I come…”
The search begins. Bart goes to the other side of his bed and starts looking over there “are you under here!?” Homer sees a cup fly up in the air, just over the bed. “Nope…”
In all the adrenaline, Homer couldn’t feel a thing. Now that he had a chance to breathe and calm down, a pain started shooting up through his leg. He winced and tried his best not to make a sound. In his lumbering pursuit of safety, he had stepped on a rather sharp piece of toy.
“Nope, doesn’t look like he’s in the closet -“ Bart paused for a moment and then, realizing what he just said, chuckles to himself.
Homer hops over to a “wall” of the space beneath the side table. He pulls out the sharp object and see it’s covered in his blood. He winces at the sight of the blood. Blood makes him queasy so he - … d’oh!
Looking at where he had come from, he noticed a trail of blood drops where he had been. Bart was rounding the corner of his bed. Homer had to either run further back under the side table, cornering him, or he had to make a break for it, before the boy could get to him. I’m trying to decide, he froze. Suddenly he was shaken out of his daze by a rumble. Another. And another. They were getting more intense. Bart’s bare feet were barrelling toward him. They stopped just shy of the side table and Bart started teetering back and forth on them.
“Hmm… I wonder where the dumb idiot could be!” Bart stopped teetering and wiggled his toes. He got on his hands and knees and, with his head cocked sideways, looked under the side table. “Hello, Homer.” Bart said.
Homer froze for a bit and then snapped back. Weakly, he said “w-what are ya gonna do to me, boy?
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