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A Hellfish flys again! ( a Simpsons X DVV CK2 Quest)

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Ain't No Party Like A Simpson Party Cuz A Simpson Party Hits You In The Feels!​

It was fairly rare for Marge to not sleep all the way through the night; for all of her husband's faults she'd gotten used to the various noises he could make during the night, whether snoring or night terrors. So perhaps it was the lack of any noise entirely that woke Marge from her slumber while the sun was still nowhere near the horizon, and Homer's side of the bed cold as ice.

The housewife slipped into her slippers and began to trudge down the stairs, expecting to find her Homie with his head buried in the fridge looking for a midnight snack. And indeed the kitchen light was on, but to Marge's shock Homer was seated at the table with an assortment of papers scattered around him with no seeming rhyme or reason to them. The man himself was hunched over one paper, a pencil in one hand and a calculator in the other, scribbling away and muttering to himself as he worked.

"Homie," Marge began, placing a hand on her husband's shoulder, making him jump a bit in surprise. She didn't think she'd been moving that quietly, and so she continued to speak in a gentle, soothing tone. "What are you doing up this late? It's not tax season, we still have a good amount of time before we have to get started on that."

Homer shook his head, the papers forgotten as he looked up at his wife, and to her surprise there were heavy bags under his eyes. "Oh, Marge, sorry, I just wanted to get a few things done early…" As he spoke Homer tried to discreetly cover the papers with his bulk, but he ended up leaning a bit too much and slipped a bit, sending many of them flying, "No need to look at any of this!" He told her as he tried to grab them all out of the air, though he couldn't quite manage it before one landed directly in Marge's outstretched hand.

Turning the paper over, Marge looked it up and down, and it was probably a sign of how tired she was that it took her a moment to realize just what was on it. A list of names, some of which she recognized as belonging to bands both local and more worldly, along with dollar signs drawn next to each one.

Despite being a bit tired, it didn't take long for her to figure out what was going on, and she smiled softly at Homer, who was fidgeting nervously in his seat. "Homie, were you up all night trying to figure out how to plan the party for your father?" Even someone who didn't know Homer would have been able to tell that she got it exactly right, as the man in question visibly slumped over a bit.

"Yeah," he began in a sheepish tone, "I overheard him talking about it the other day, and I figured he's been working pretty hard on everything around lately, so maybe I could try to pick up a little bit of slack so that everyone could have a good time." Though he was trying to play it off as no big deal, it was clear to his wife that he was taking this task more seriously than he usually took his work. "It's not as bad as it sounds; I already got Gil to agree to sit in the dunk booth in exchange for any leftover food he wants to carry away!"

Marge smiled at her husband, leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. "That's very sweet of you Homie," she began, placing her hand on his as she sat down beside him, "I'm sure your father will appreciate your hard work a great deal."

Homer fidgeted a bit more, not surprised that Marge could see right through him. "Plus, you know," he continued after a moment, "After everything that happened because of me last year, I figure helping make sure the party is so good would make it up to everyone, at least a little bit."

"I'm sure everyone will be thankful to you, even if it doesn't seem like anyone is holding any big grudges any more," Marge told her husband, and indeed even some of the town's more curmudgeonly residents were willing to let bygones be bygones at this stage. As she spoke Marge couldn't help but remember why she'd fallen in love with Homer; his kindness, and his willingness to put the work in when there was something he felt he had to do. She just wished more people could see her love for the person he was inside.

"It looks like you've gotten a lot of work done already dear," the blue-haired woman continued, looking over all the many papers, and various little notes scribbled in the margins around every entry, "Why don't you go upstairs and take a little nap, and I'll see if there's anything I can add?"

There was a bit of relief in Homer's eyes at that, though he still pushed back a bit. "I really wanted to get it all done by myself," he began, before he was interrupted by a deep yawn.

Marge leaned in at that, pulling her husband into a tight hug. "I know sometimes it feels like you have to do things all by yourself," she whispered in his ear as they embraced, "But we're a husband and wife team, through sickness and health, just like we said all those years ago. You don't have to carry everything all on your own Homer."

That was enough to make Homer's worries crumble, and Marge watched as his face began to relax a bit, some of the stress just melting away as she soothed him. "Alright…But just a little power nap, then I'll be right back down here to keep on working with you." He leaned in to kiss his wife on the lips, making her giggle a bit as she returned the kiss before they both yawned this time. Standing up, Homer began making his way back to their bedroom while Marge started gathering up the papers once again, thankful for the years of practice she had deciphering her husband's chicken scratch handwriting. Sometimes marriage was a lot of work, Homer thought as he laid his head down on the pillow, a smile on his face as his eyes closed, but it was definitely worth it all to be able to have Marge by his side to help him out. And with that thought the man drifted off to sleep, many of his worries drifting away…
First omake in a while, but I'm always glad when I get a chance to write Homer and Marge as a couple that actually works!
 
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Foxy Loxy in: Don't Believe Everything They Say​

Your Name is….Foxy Loxy you think? You're not sure about who you are anymore. I mean goodness sake it's like the whole world went well, quite crazy but lately this feeling has been consuming your thoughts a bit you don't know why but it just feels like you're not you……..

i̸s̷ ̵t̶h̵e̶r̷e̷ ̸a̵n̸y̷b̵o̸d̶y̴ ̵t̷h̶e̴r̷e̸?̸ ̶ ̸p̵l̴e̷a̵s̴e̶ ̴l̶e̸t̵ ̶m̷e̷ ̴o̴u̶t̴ ̵I̸ ̴c̸a̸n̷'̴t̷ ̴p̴l̸e̵a̶s̸e̷ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̷'̴t̸ ̵k̵n̴o̵w̷.̵ ̵H̸e̵l̶p̶ ̶h̸e̶l̸p̵ ̶h̷e̶l̴p̸.̷

Gah, it's been like this ever since you've seen that dreadful news about that little town's problem Springfield was it? How dreadful what happened to then But… When you saw that new and specifically about the shock collars that were used. it made you feel well…not happy which is weird because you always felt happy. But that feels wrong. It feels like you weren't always like this.

It's like it's like these thoughts aren't yours? Which is weird because you've always remembered that, but some part of some angry part of you and scared. But what troubles you is about your boyfriend Runt….Ẃ̴̬̯̺̈́̀̕a̶̧̛̳̭͕̽̿i̸̡̻͘͠t̶̗͐̀̆͊…̴̭̥̜̓̋̋ ̵͕̩̮͑̌̅̉D̷̰̫́̊̐i̸̇ͅͅd̴̨̳̺̾̍͊̉ ̸̺͎̰̂̋y̴͎̳͙̔̅o̸͎̘̪͛̈͜u̵̫̞̱͐̾̐͗ ̶̧̳̄͌e̷̙͖̠̓̄͆͝v̶͉͎̰̚ě̵̜͕̓̈́ṇ̶͈̇̈́ ̸͖̠͙̈l̴͓̄͂į̷̦̈́̍͋͝k̵̰̜͊̅̀̈́e̵̘͓͛ ̶̺̙͉̑R̶͍̰̞̈́̾̃͜u̸͕̺͆͒̃n̶̡͎̠̈t̷̬͉͈̝͌̾ ̸̙̈́̈́͂̔a̸̜̝͛t̸̤̳͙͎̃̕͝ ̶̠̿͂̃̈́a̶͎̯͝l̸̞̀̿̔l̶̰͕̳̻̐?̸̭̈̐̓̋

Gah! There is it again it's like your brains firing all these emotions off your brain…. Like you hitting a home run………H̵o̸m̷e̴r̸u̵n̷?̷ ̵D̷i̴d̴n̸'̸t̸ ̶y̶o̷u̸ ̶u̸s̶e̵d̸ ̴t̶o̷ ̵p̶l̴a̵y̵ ̷b̵a̶s̸e̵b̸a̴l̴l̸?̸ ̸W̷h̵y̷ ̷a̷r̸e̶ ̷y̶o̴u̶ ̷w̵e̴a̶r̶i̴n̵g̴ ̶t̶h̶i̷s̴ ̵g̷i̶r̷l̴y̴ ̷s̷t̴u̶f̷f̶?̵ ̵W̵h̶a̴t̷'̶s̴ ̸g̶o̵i̸n̵g̵ ̷o̴n̵?̴ ̶W̷h̵a̸t̸'̸s̴ ̸g̷o̸i̴n̴g̷ ̴o̵n̴?̸ ̷W̸h̸a̶t̷ ̶w̶h̴a̶t̵'̴s̵ ̸g̶o̷i̵n̸g̵ ̸o̷n̷?̷ ̸W̸h̵a̸t̶'̶s̶ ̶g̴o̷i̵n̴g̷ ̷o̷n̸?̵

No! Somethings wrong is wrong. You could tell something is wrong because ever since you saw that news on the TV while on your date with Runt. You told him you had to go back home. He was understanding but confused, but he did let you go home. But ever since you've returned home this feeling has been intensifying this feeling like it's just all…it's like..Wrong. You feel dizzy… you need to lie down…y o u f e e l w r o n g………. W r o n g

L̴̦͉̳͔̫̤̃̈̇͒̈̀̀̔ē̷̹̝͕̏̈̉̅͘̕͜͝ẗ̸͖̙̲́͌̕ ̸̡͓͉͇̙̜̦͐̆m̴̝̪͔̍̊͋̇̏̓̕͘ê̶͕̑̀̅̓̋̊ ̵͕̜̞̓o̵̯̠̍u̸̜͒̿̓̈́̓̽́͠t̵̢̯̙͖̺̖͐̌͛̇̽̚͝,̴̢̨̲͇̩̬̞̥̀͊̓̒̓̎̕͠ ̷̜͕̆̌̆̌L̸̛͇̜̅͗̈e̴͇̖͚̺͔̤͋t̷̰̤͇̮̼͚̼̼̅̋͂̂̒͊̾͘ ̴̛͖̾m̶̠̤̀̈́̐͐̊͒͝e̵̢̳̖̾̓̆́̽͝͝ ̵̧̝͕̝̤̌̐͂̃̐̐̒̕ơ̵̢̭͎̌̚ụ̴̖͍͚̞̮̿̀t̶͚͙̰̖͍͚͙͗ͅ,̶̛̥̐͘͘ ̸̢̪͓̤̾͜L̵̺̺͚̟̃̋ͅͅe̴̱̺̰̰̋́͑̈́̊t̴̲͔̙̞͎͎̬̠̓̀͊̄͆̄ ̷̹̼͕͉͚͓͎̉̾̍m̵̱̤̮͈̔͜e̴̲̦̤͖͒͐̍ͅ ̴̩̎ő̷̼̦̥̰̱͊̍ṵ̷̡̱̫̬̹͖̔̊ͅt̶̝͖͈̬̕ ̶̭̣͚͉̻̆͗̍ͅl̵̡̢̯͔̥͈͂̀̑̃̚͝è̴̥̜͓͙t̵̡̢̳̦̦̜̮̒͐͗̈́ͅ ̴͚̼̺̻̠͕͖͓̓͝m̷̛͉͎̱̝̲̞͗̿͛̀͊͘͝e̶̛͚͖̖͙͌́̍̃͗ ̸̧̞͖̳̭̊̒̋́̊̓͛͝o̸̧̮͈̎͐̎̈́ū̷̢̩̼̃̔̐̍̈́̕͠t̵̰͚̼̃́̍ ̵̞͉͍̞̳̯͑̒̂͂̀͠ͅl̸͇͕̼͉͔̫̍̔̅̀̕ȩ̴̡̬͈̳̪̙͖͝t̷͙͎̯̝͉̪͎̔̉̊͐̐̌̊ ̷̢̰͙̠̬̝̈͝m̵̹̮̖̤̯̈́͛̏̊e̶̺͙͎̤͈͚̞͑̀͆̓̓͜͝͠ ̶̙̲͈̟̦͈̰̠̄̾̊͒̈̀ó̵̝̜͚̘̪̄̓͂̍̇ű̶̢̡̳̝̥͉̞̳͑̚͝ţ̶͔̄̿̍́͊͗̚.̵̢̤̝̺̙̘̭͊̔̀̑̈́͜ ̵̡̗͖͖̅̇̓͋͝ͅL̵̨̩̙͉̺͎͕̾͒̃̀̆̐ȩ̷̪̦̙̼̻̯̎̍̕͠͠t̸͉̲̟̉̓̾̕ ̴̧̛̱̜͓͇̌̃̒̎̆̓̕ḿ̵̗̗͛͝e̷͖͈̗̻̻̪̭̚ ̷̬̬̮̦̜̄̀̓̚͜ö̴͉͖͚́̂̈́͗̀̃͑͘ṳ̴̻͕͎̝́̈̄͛͊̑̽t̵̪̝̳͎̮̗̠̑̑̈́̓͌.̸̨̏̐̅ ̸̭͔̠̪̟̣̞̈Ḻ̶̫̪̞̔̇͐͊͊̈́͜e̸̾̈̈́͜t̷̲̩̭̤̆̐̋̑͌̌͝ͅ ̴̨͉̭͈̦͔̣͖́̈́̊̇͗̑͌m̷̛̠̞̯͘e̶̢̖̠̣͔͍͕̪͂̑̃̋́̈́͐̅ ̶̙͓̭͚͕̟̙̞̅̈́̀͑̈́̋͋̎ȍ̵̱̺̪̝̺̟̣̄ū̸̩̤̜̖̦͛̑͠t̵̡̛̯͕̭͍ͅ.̸̜̬̺̋̌̽̓ ̷̠͌͘L̷̼̜͕̱̔e̵̺̯͋̃͌̓t̸͇̪̹̗̹̮̬̿̀̿̑̐̈́̈́ ̷͓͈̝͂̏̄͌͝͝m̶̛̪̟̪̟̹̱̭̹̎͛̊ȩ̶͚̦̥̳̘̙͗̓̓̿͛̎̍͝ͅ ̷͕͇̼͎̜̯̽̐̈́̈͑̉̍o̴̙̰͔͔͂̂̓͑̏̈́̾ǘ̷̯̘̬ͅẗ̷͇̫̰͎.̵͕̯̐̇̊̊ ̵̛̗̲̣̊͐̈́͂L̷̢̳̺͙̍͂e̴̡͉̯̔̊̐̆͂t̸̢̤̭̭̪̯̘͕̔̓͐̀̀ ̵̬̻̯̤̦̟̃̑͑̊̽̇̓͝m̷̖̠̞͕̑͗͋̉̾͝e̷͕̙̼̹̪̞͓͑̓̊̒̋͘͜ ̶͓͉̪̬̮̱̖̪̍ơ̸̰͍͂̽͑̌͝u̷̖̪̜̪͇͔͉̗̎t̸̹̞̲̙͋.̷̧͓̤̏͋̂͘ ̸̘̪͎̀̈́̓͌̑́̚L̸̳̔̉̅̀͗̉e̴̹̳͓͎͆ţ̶͕̫̆͆͗͊ ̵̲̝̘͕̼̩͇͂͝m̸̛͎̿̄͌̕e̴̢̦̙̯̗͋ ̷̣͇͇͉͚̮̭̽͋͂̃̈̆o̸̡̫̺̗͎̻̗͌͝ū̵͓̫̼̟̣͗̅t̴͕̦̻̮̏̈́̊͆̄̆͘͝.̵̛̟̬͎̼̟̗̽̓͗̑ ̸̡̢̢̳̙̊̈̿͘͝L̴̢̘̄̓̌̈́͋̓̕e̴̤̫̖̖̝̔̈́̒͋ͅͅt̸͔̙̼͖̓͑̿͝ ̵͚͓̭̜͑̒m̶̡͖̙͚̄̋̔͠e̵̬̗͆͗̄̃̅͊͒̓ ̸̨͔͕̲̼̗͌̂̋̽̀̓̓ȯ̵̟̯̭̫͎̅̒̆̽̓̇͘u̸̗̙͗̈ţ̸̨̳̜͉͇̅͛̆͠.̶̯̞̽́ ̷̡̈́̀̉̀̈́̀͒L̸̦̝̼̮̝̞̭̣̈́̈̈̕è̷͔̻͓͉̬̎͝ͅt̶̳͕͉̘̽̎̃̿͘ ̷͈̰̫̽̈́m̷̠͖̦̙̬̲̽̊̐͒̈́̏͜e̶̩͗̈̅̔ ̸̹̞̮͈̲́̍̾̿͂ô̷̘̇͑̇̚̚͝͠u̶̧̡̥͔̞̰̥͒̉̐̊̄͜͝t̴̢̗̻̯͓̰̹̓́̽͆͊͗͝.̵̧̼̬͙̙͙͚̗̈́̀̈́͌̍̽̿ ̵͍̹͔̖̖͓̏̀̾͛L̶̨̮̜̳̻̣̻̫͑̎ȅ̵̯ţ̴̬̹̩͌̈́̓̍̇͌ ̷̞̠̖̫́̏̂̐͆͜͠m̴̥͉̯̖̈͛͌ẻ̸͇̌̾͂̽͑̚ ̵͕͖̤͔̜͓̤̻͊̊ő̵̰̲̪͗̐͐͋ȗ̴̩̜͇̓́͆͒̚t̸̯̍͗͒̏.̴̼͓̜̮͙̘̜̃͛͑̅̀̔̅̎ ̸̜̟͙͎̓̽̚͝L̶͖̻̱̒̈̊̕e̷̢̨̝̰̱̱͋̊̌́ͅt̸̢̪͇̹̘̤̟̮̉̌̇̂ ̷̧̧̃̀̏͠͠͠m̸̦̞̩̠̠͛͐͠ͅę̷͍̤̘̼̘̒͠ ̴̠̞̠̬̻͛͊̚ŏ̵̖̆̉͘ǘ̴̢̿̂̌͠t̵̡͓̞̦͉̰͒̓̄ ̶̙̳̙̜̳͇̮̌͠l̶͖̉͒͗̾̾̽̀ͅe̵͇͔͛t̵̟̏̓̒ ̸̱̳̩̦̹̣̐̈́̆̎̍̇̉͝m̷̦̘̫͆͝e̵̘͇̾̿̔͠͠ ̸͔͔͍͇̹̘̦͎̉̈͒͗̋ǫ̸͈̗͕͙͒͒̃̃̈́̊̚u̶̧̮̰͚̔͋͂̑̈́́͐̂t̸̹̺̠̜͖͌̋̑͆̌̌̚ ̸̛̪̲̇͊̑̓̕͜͝ả̸̢̤̦̥̙̾̓͂n̵̘̂͐̑̇̾͝͝ḑ̶̖͔̩͍͚̭̎̋̅̈̈́̂̔̽ͅ ̵̱͕̌͌m̷̢̢̡̯̫̎̈́͆͒̾ḁ̸̱͙͚̤͇͆̈́̏͂̑̎͛̀y̵̡̛̺͔̯̯̤̐̀b̷̢̨̮̭͝ẹ̶̼͙̭̥̗͚̍͘̕͘͜ ̷̧̪̖̰̞̿͂̌̆l̶̺͗̆͆͋͜͝é̷̖̹̬͎̥̀͌̆̍t̶͖͈̖̫̊̊̃͒̋͠ ̶̲̠̹̅̍̑͑m̶̧̘͔̜̄̆͊͋̔͑͘͝ͅẹ̸̛͓̘̖̝ ̶̛͙͈̩̜͂̏̾͛͘̚l̴͎̤͖͋̑̾͗ę̶͎̜̣͊ť̴̬͂̓́́̕͠͝ ̵̛͉͎̦͙̠̈́͊͑̽̈́͘͜͝l̷̫̼͕̩͍̍͒̚͜͝ë̷̹͖̠̭t̷͈̣́̕ ̸̢̼̩͂̀͗̔͌l̴̪͈̗̟̲̒è̸̺̙̲̘̩̲̺̊̅̄͛ͅẗ̶̟ ̵̡̰̤̳̿̀͆̇̃̉l̸̨͍̺͙͖̂̎̾͝e̶̯͗̑̏ẗ̵̛̝̱͓̱̪̺̞̓̀̔̽


LET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Quite it's all quiet for once in your life ever…. Ever since then it's been like a noise. You can't stop a filter. You couldn't even break…But now it's finally all that noise all of that pain all that confusion ……Gone…. You're finally let out some tears….Tears after God knows how long being stuck in that sate…you're finally out…Why..Did no one help back to normal?

Was it because of the bullying you did? that's not fair. That's not fair it all everyone did it to Chicken Little… why were you punished? Why didn't your parents say anything when came back home….W h y

As you being finally letting tears out for so long that you didn't know….. no you did know that you couldn't shed anymore finally shed, enjoying the freedom… your own autonomy taken back rightfully in your hands….no longer being his puppet finally back at your own body….How dare they! You would've apologized because you were already feeling sorry for chicken but they…Didn't Care.

Fine if this town want to pretend they aren't bullies and hypocrites that's fine with you…Your running away here. You don't care where you go anyway as long as it's far from this town…As they as their away from Him…

Firstly, you take off that ridiculous dress that was forced upon you and go back to your overalls and shirt… You're keeping the parasol just in case it rains. You go around your room grabbing anything that might help you put away any extra stuff so that you can run away. You takes some extra clothes which are your clothes instead of that ridiculous girly stuff

You tiptoe down, and you see your parents in grossed with the television….. they're not gonna miss some money after all, they didn't miss you…

As you take the money and return back, you'll look over your current runaway stuff. You have your trusted baseball bat your extra clothes, and that parasol.

While putting the items away in the school bag you have,you need to figure out where you need to go… it could be anywhere but that place you saw earlier the one that talked about how the parents were but their kids were OK… that they cared about the kids…. Looks like you found your new destination.

You sling your runaway supplies with you over your back and as you tiptoe down stairs, down to the door of your house as you begin to reach to open it, you take one quick look back to see if they notice; to see if mom and dad care. However it's really you and your back…oh why did you bother? They're still looking at the TV.

As you open the door and you proceeded to walk down to the bus stop it's empty. No one's there as you sit down and wait a bit you see the bus you see a warthog bus driver wearing his uniform and he looks like you with a bit of concern and he says:
"Uh… what's the destination of Missy."
His voice seemed concerned but not too questioning, and you look up at him eyes full of nothing just bitterness and acceptance
" Springfield."
You say to him a concern look for a bit, but as you walk up the bus stairs, the door close behind behind you, and you proceeded to walk all the way back it's empty, and no one else is coming with you for once…. How ironic.

As you sit down, looking out the town that changed you… that mocked a kid… You look away, and ride away to your new home… to your future.

This omake was the hardest one I've ever done so far as always likes criticism is always appreciated and thank you for reading this. The reason I made this because I felt like the character foxy was dealt a bad ending in her film so I created this and hopefully gave her a much better ending… better future
 
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Gah, it's been like this ever since you've seen that dreadful news about that little town's problem, Springfield, was it? How dreadful what happened to then But… When you saw that new and specifically about the shock collars that were used. it made you feel well…not happy, which is weird because you always felt happy. But that feels wrong. It feels like you weren't always like this.
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Firstly, you take off that ridiculous dress that was forced upon you and go back to your overalls and shirt… You're keeping the parasol just in case it rains. You go around your room grabbing anything that might help you put away any extra stuff so that you can run away. You take some extra clothes which are your clothes instead of that ridiculous girly stuff.

You tiptoe down, and you see your parents engrossed with the television….. they're not gonna miss some money. After all, they didn't miss you…

As you take the money and return back, you look over your current runaway stuff. You have your trusted baseball bat, your extra clothes, and that parasol.

While putting the items away in the school bag you have, you need to figure out where you need to go… it could be anywhere but that place you saw earlier the one that talked about how the parents were but their kids were OK… that they cared about the kids…. Looks like you found your new destination.

You sling your runaway supplies with you over your back and as you tiptoe down stairs, down to the door of your house as you begin to reach to open it, you take one quick look back to see if they notice; to see if mom and dad care. However, it's really you and your back…oh why did you bother? They're still looking at the TV.

As you open the door and you proceed to walk down to the bus stop, it's empty. No one's there as you sit down and wait a bit. You see the bus and inside you see a warthog bus driver wearing his uniform. He looks at you with a bit of concern, and he says:
"Uh… what's the destination, Missy?"

His voice seemed concerned but not too questioning, and you looked up at him, eyes full of nothing, just bitterness and acceptance.
"Springfield."
You say to him with a concerned look for a bit, but as you walk up the bus stairs, the doors close behind you, and you proceed to walk all the way back. It's empty, and no one else is coming with you for once… How ironic.

As you sit down, looking out towards the town that changed you… that mocked a kid… You look away, and you ride away to your new home… to your future.
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Foxy Loxy in: Don't Believe Everything They Say​

Your Name is….Foxy Loxy you think? You're not sure about who you are anymore. I mean goodness sake it's like the whole world went well, quite crazy but lately this feeling has been consuming your thoughts a bit you don't know why but it just feels like you're not you……..

i̸s̷ ̵t̶h̵e̶r̷e̷ ̸a̵n̸y̷b̵o̸d̶y̴ ̵t̷h̶e̴r̷e̸?̸ ̶ ̸p̵l̴e̷a̵s̴e̶ ̴l̶e̸t̵ ̶m̷e̷ ̴o̴u̶t̴ ̵I̸ ̴c̸a̸n̷'̴t̷ ̴p̴l̸e̵a̶s̸e̷ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̷'̴t̸ ̵k̵n̴o̵w̷.̵ ̵H̸e̵l̶p̶ ̶h̸e̶l̸p̵ ̶h̷e̶l̴p̸.̷

Gah, it's been like this ever since you've seen that dreadful news about that little town's problem Springfield was it? How dreadful what happened to then But… When you saw that new and specifically about the shock collars that were used. it made you feel well…not happy which is weird because you always felt happy. But that feels wrong. It feels like you weren't always like this.

It's like it's like these thoughts aren't yours? Which is weird because you've always remembered that, but some part of some angry part of you and scared. But what troubles you is about your boyfriend Runt….Ẃ̴̬̯̺̈́̀̕a̶̧̛̳̭͕̽̿i̸̡̻͘͠t̶̗͐̀̆͊…̴̭̥̜̓̋̋ ̵͕̩̮͑̌̅̉D̷̰̫́̊̐i̸̇ͅͅd̴̨̳̺̾̍͊̉ ̸̺͎̰̂̋y̴͎̳͙̔̅o̸͎̘̪͛̈͜u̵̫̞̱͐̾̐͗ ̶̧̳̄͌e̷̙͖̠̓̄͆͝v̶͉͎̰̚ě̵̜͕̓̈́ṇ̶͈̇̈́ ̸͖̠͙̈l̴͓̄͂į̷̦̈́̍͋͝k̵̰̜͊̅̀̈́e̵̘͓͛ ̶̺̙͉̑R̶͍̰̞̈́̾̃͜u̸͕̺͆͒̃n̶̡͎̠̈t̷̬͉͈̝͌̾ ̸̙̈́̈́͂̔a̸̜̝͛t̸̤̳͙͎̃̕͝ ̶̠̿͂̃̈́a̶͎̯͝l̸̞̀̿̔l̶̰͕̳̻̐?̸̭̈̐̓̋

Gah! There is it again it's like your brains firing all these emotions off your brain…. Like you hitting a home run………H̵o̸m̷e̴r̸u̵n̷?̷ ̵D̷i̴d̴n̸'̸t̸ ̶y̶o̷u̸ ̶u̸s̶e̵d̸ ̴t̶o̷ ̵p̶l̴a̵y̵ ̷b̵a̶s̸e̵b̸a̴l̴l̸?̸ ̸W̷h̵y̷ ̷a̷r̸e̶ ̷y̶o̴u̶ ̷w̵e̴a̶r̶i̴n̵g̴ ̶t̶h̶i̷s̴ ̵g̷i̶r̷l̴y̴ ̷s̷t̴u̶f̷f̶?̵ ̵W̵h̶a̴t̷'̶s̴ ̸g̶o̵i̸n̵g̵ ̷o̴n̵?̴ ̶W̷h̵a̸t̸'̸s̴ ̸g̷o̸i̴n̴g̷ ̴o̵n̴?̸ ̷W̸h̸a̶t̷ ̶w̶h̴a̶t̵'̴s̵ ̸g̶o̷i̵n̸g̵ ̸o̷n̷?̷ ̸W̸h̵a̸t̶'̶s̶ ̶g̴o̷i̵n̴g̷ ̷o̷n̸?̵

No! Somethings wrong is wrong. You could tell something is wrong because ever since you saw that news on the TV while on your date with Runt. You told him you had to go back home. He was understanding but confused, but he did let you go home. But ever since you've returned home this feeling has been intensifying this feeling like it's just all…it's like..Wrong. You feel dizzy… you need to lie down…y o u f e e l w r o n g………. W r o n g

L̴̦͉̳͔̫̤̃̈̇͒̈̀̀̔ē̷̹̝͕̏̈̉̅͘̕͜͝ẗ̸͖̙̲́͌̕ ̸̡͓͉͇̙̜̦͐̆m̴̝̪͔̍̊͋̇̏̓̕͘ê̶͕̑̀̅̓̋̊ ̵͕̜̞̓o̵̯̠̍u̸̜͒̿̓̈́̓̽́͠t̵̢̯̙͖̺̖͐̌͛̇̽̚͝,̴̢̨̲͇̩̬̞̥̀͊̓̒̓̎̕͠ ̷̜͕̆̌̆̌L̸̛͇̜̅͗̈e̴͇̖͚̺͔̤͋t̷̰̤͇̮̼͚̼̼̅̋͂̂̒͊̾͘ ̴̛͖̾m̶̠̤̀̈́̐͐̊͒͝e̵̢̳̖̾̓̆́̽͝͝ ̵̧̝͕̝̤̌̐͂̃̐̐̒̕ơ̵̢̭͎̌̚ụ̴̖͍͚̞̮̿̀t̶͚͙̰̖͍͚͙͗ͅ,̶̛̥̐͘͘ ̸̢̪͓̤̾͜L̵̺̺͚̟̃̋ͅͅe̴̱̺̰̰̋́͑̈́̊t̴̲͔̙̞͎͎̬̠̓̀͊̄͆̄ ̷̹̼͕͉͚͓͎̉̾̍m̵̱̤̮͈̔͜e̴̲̦̤͖͒͐̍ͅ ̴̩̎ő̷̼̦̥̰̱͊̍ṵ̷̡̱̫̬̹͖̔̊ͅt̶̝͖͈̬̕ ̶̭̣͚͉̻̆͗̍ͅl̵̡̢̯͔̥͈͂̀̑̃̚͝è̴̥̜͓͙t̵̡̢̳̦̦̜̮̒͐͗̈́ͅ ̴͚̼̺̻̠͕͖͓̓͝m̷̛͉͎̱̝̲̞͗̿͛̀͊͘͝e̶̛͚͖̖͙͌́̍̃͗ ̸̧̞͖̳̭̊̒̋́̊̓͛͝o̸̧̮͈̎͐̎̈́ū̷̢̩̼̃̔̐̍̈́̕͠t̵̰͚̼̃́̍ ̵̞͉͍̞̳̯͑̒̂͂̀͠ͅl̸͇͕̼͉͔̫̍̔̅̀̕ȩ̴̡̬͈̳̪̙͖͝t̷͙͎̯̝͉̪͎̔̉̊͐̐̌̊ ̷̢̰͙̠̬̝̈͝m̵̹̮̖̤̯̈́͛̏̊e̶̺͙͎̤͈͚̞͑̀͆̓̓͜͝͠ ̶̙̲͈̟̦͈̰̠̄̾̊͒̈̀ó̵̝̜͚̘̪̄̓͂̍̇ű̶̢̡̳̝̥͉̞̳͑̚͝ţ̶͔̄̿̍́͊͗̚.̵̢̤̝̺̙̘̭͊̔̀̑̈́͜ ̵̡̗͖͖̅̇̓͋͝ͅL̵̨̩̙͉̺͎͕̾͒̃̀̆̐ȩ̷̪̦̙̼̻̯̎̍̕͠͠t̸͉̲̟̉̓̾̕ ̴̧̛̱̜͓͇̌̃̒̎̆̓̕ḿ̵̗̗͛͝e̷͖͈̗̻̻̪̭̚ ̷̬̬̮̦̜̄̀̓̚͜ö̴͉͖͚́̂̈́͗̀̃͑͘ṳ̴̻͕͎̝́̈̄͛͊̑̽t̵̪̝̳͎̮̗̠̑̑̈́̓͌.̸̨̏̐̅ ̸̭͔̠̪̟̣̞̈Ḻ̶̫̪̞̔̇͐͊͊̈́͜e̸̾̈̈́͜t̷̲̩̭̤̆̐̋̑͌̌͝ͅ ̴̨͉̭͈̦͔̣͖́̈́̊̇͗̑͌m̷̛̠̞̯͘e̶̢̖̠̣͔͍͕̪͂̑̃̋́̈́͐̅ ̶̙͓̭͚͕̟̙̞̅̈́̀͑̈́̋͋̎ȍ̵̱̺̪̝̺̟̣̄ū̸̩̤̜̖̦͛̑͠t̵̡̛̯͕̭͍ͅ.̸̜̬̺̋̌̽̓ ̷̠͌͘L̷̼̜͕̱̔e̵̺̯͋̃͌̓t̸͇̪̹̗̹̮̬̿̀̿̑̐̈́̈́ ̷͓͈̝͂̏̄͌͝͝m̶̛̪̟̪̟̹̱̭̹̎͛̊ȩ̶͚̦̥̳̘̙͗̓̓̿͛̎̍͝ͅ ̷͕͇̼͎̜̯̽̐̈́̈͑̉̍o̴̙̰͔͔͂̂̓͑̏̈́̾ǘ̷̯̘̬ͅẗ̷͇̫̰͎.̵͕̯̐̇̊̊ ̵̛̗̲̣̊͐̈́͂L̷̢̳̺͙̍͂e̴̡͉̯̔̊̐̆͂t̸̢̤̭̭̪̯̘͕̔̓͐̀̀ ̵̬̻̯̤̦̟̃̑͑̊̽̇̓͝m̷̖̠̞͕̑͗͋̉̾͝e̷͕̙̼̹̪̞͓͑̓̊̒̋͘͜ ̶͓͉̪̬̮̱̖̪̍ơ̸̰͍͂̽͑̌͝u̷̖̪̜̪͇͔͉̗̎t̸̹̞̲̙͋.̷̧͓̤̏͋̂͘ ̸̘̪͎̀̈́̓͌̑́̚L̸̳̔̉̅̀͗̉e̴̹̳͓͎͆ţ̶͕̫̆͆͗͊ ̵̲̝̘͕̼̩͇͂͝m̸̛͎̿̄͌̕e̴̢̦̙̯̗͋ ̷̣͇͇͉͚̮̭̽͋͂̃̈̆o̸̡̫̺̗͎̻̗͌͝ū̵͓̫̼̟̣͗̅t̴͕̦̻̮̏̈́̊͆̄̆͘͝.̵̛̟̬͎̼̟̗̽̓͗̑ ̸̡̢̢̳̙̊̈̿͘͝L̴̢̘̄̓̌̈́͋̓̕e̴̤̫̖̖̝̔̈́̒͋ͅͅt̸͔̙̼͖̓͑̿͝ ̵͚͓̭̜͑̒m̶̡͖̙͚̄̋̔͠e̵̬̗͆͗̄̃̅͊͒̓ ̸̨͔͕̲̼̗͌̂̋̽̀̓̓ȯ̵̟̯̭̫͎̅̒̆̽̓̇͘u̸̗̙͗̈ţ̸̨̳̜͉͇̅͛̆͠.̶̯̞̽́ ̷̡̈́̀̉̀̈́̀͒L̸̦̝̼̮̝̞̭̣̈́̈̈̕è̷͔̻͓͉̬̎͝ͅt̶̳͕͉̘̽̎̃̿͘ ̷͈̰̫̽̈́m̷̠͖̦̙̬̲̽̊̐͒̈́̏͜e̶̩͗̈̅̔ ̸̹̞̮͈̲́̍̾̿͂ô̷̘̇͑̇̚̚͝͠u̶̧̡̥͔̞̰̥͒̉̐̊̄͜͝t̴̢̗̻̯͓̰̹̓́̽͆͊͗͝.̵̧̼̬͙̙͙͚̗̈́̀̈́͌̍̽̿ ̵͍̹͔̖̖͓̏̀̾͛L̶̨̮̜̳̻̣̻̫͑̎ȅ̵̯ţ̴̬̹̩͌̈́̓̍̇͌ ̷̞̠̖̫́̏̂̐͆͜͠m̴̥͉̯̖̈͛͌ẻ̸͇̌̾͂̽͑̚ ̵͕͖̤͔̜͓̤̻͊̊ő̵̰̲̪͗̐͐͋ȗ̴̩̜͇̓́͆͒̚t̸̯̍͗͒̏.̴̼͓̜̮͙̘̜̃͛͑̅̀̔̅̎ ̸̜̟͙͎̓̽̚͝L̶͖̻̱̒̈̊̕e̷̢̨̝̰̱̱͋̊̌́ͅt̸̢̪͇̹̘̤̟̮̉̌̇̂ ̷̧̧̃̀̏͠͠͠m̸̦̞̩̠̠͛͐͠ͅę̷͍̤̘̼̘̒͠ ̴̠̞̠̬̻͛͊̚ŏ̵̖̆̉͘ǘ̴̢̿̂̌͠t̵̡͓̞̦͉̰͒̓̄ ̶̙̳̙̜̳͇̮̌͠l̶͖̉͒͗̾̾̽̀ͅe̵͇͔͛t̵̟̏̓̒ ̸̱̳̩̦̹̣̐̈́̆̎̍̇̉͝m̷̦̘̫͆͝e̵̘͇̾̿̔͠͠ ̸͔͔͍͇̹̘̦͎̉̈͒͗̋ǫ̸͈̗͕͙͒͒̃̃̈́̊̚u̶̧̮̰͚̔͋͂̑̈́́͐̂t̸̹̺̠̜͖͌̋̑͆̌̌̚ ̸̛̪̲̇͊̑̓̕͜͝ả̸̢̤̦̥̙̾̓͂n̵̘̂͐̑̇̾͝͝ḑ̶̖͔̩͍͚̭̎̋̅̈̈́̂̔̽ͅ ̵̱͕̌͌m̷̢̢̡̯̫̎̈́͆͒̾ḁ̸̱͙͚̤͇͆̈́̏͂̑̎͛̀y̵̡̛̺͔̯̯̤̐̀b̷̢̨̮̭͝ẹ̶̼͙̭̥̗͚̍͘̕͘͜ ̷̧̪̖̰̞̿͂̌̆l̶̺͗̆͆͋͜͝é̷̖̹̬͎̥̀͌̆̍t̶͖͈̖̫̊̊̃͒̋͠ ̶̲̠̹̅̍̑͑m̶̧̘͔̜̄̆͊͋̔͑͘͝ͅẹ̸̛͓̘̖̝ ̶̛͙͈̩̜͂̏̾͛͘̚l̴͎̤͖͋̑̾͗ę̶͎̜̣͊ť̴̬͂̓́́̕͠͝ ̵̛͉͎̦͙̠̈́͊͑̽̈́͘͜͝l̷̫̼͕̩͍̍͒̚͜͝ë̷̹͖̠̭t̷͈̣́̕ ̸̢̼̩͂̀͗̔͌l̴̪͈̗̟̲̒è̸̺̙̲̘̩̲̺̊̅̄͛ͅẗ̶̟ ̵̡̰̤̳̿̀͆̇̃̉l̸̨͍̺͙͖̂̎̾͝e̶̯͗̑̏ẗ̵̛̝̱͓̱̪̺̞̓̀̔̽


LET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Quite it's all quiet for once in your life ever…. Ever since then it's been like a noise. You can't stop a filter. You couldn't even break…But now it's finally all that noise all of that pain all that confusion ……Gone…. You're finally let out some tears….Tears after God knows how long being stuck in that sate…you're finally out…Why..Did no one help back to normal?

Was it because of the bullying you did? that's not fair. That's not fair it all everyone did it to Chicken Little… why were you punished? Why didn't your parents say anything when came back home….W h y

As you being finally letting tears out for so long that you didn't know….. no you did know that you couldn't shed anymore finally shed, enjoying the freedom… your own autonomy taken back rightfully in your hands….no longer being his puppet finally back at your own body….How dare they! You would've apologized because you were already feeling sorry for chicken but they…Didn't Care.

Fine if this town want to pretend they aren't bullies and hypocrites that's fine with you…Your running away here. You don't care where you go anyway as long as it's far from this town…As they as their away from Him…

Firstly, you take off that ridiculous dress that was forced upon you and go back to your overalls and shirt… You're keeping the parasol just in case it rains. You go around your room grabbing anything that might help you put away any extra stuff so that you can run away. You takes some extra clothes which are your clothes instead of that ridiculous girly stuff

You tiptoe down, and you see your parents in grossed with the television….. they're not gonna miss some money after all, they didn't miss you…

As you take the money and return back, you'll look over your current runaway stuff. You have your trusted baseball bat your extra clothes, and that parasol.

While putting the items away in the school bag you have,you need to figure out where you need to go… it could be anywhere but that place you saw earlier the one that talked about how the parents were but their kids were OK… that they cared about the kids…. Looks like you found your new destination.

You sling your runaway supplies with you over your back and as you tiptoe down stairs, down to the door of your house as you begin to reach to open it, you take one quick look back to see if they notice; to see if mom and dad care. However it's really you and your back…oh why did you bother? They're still looking at the TV.

As you open the door and you proceeded to walk down to the bus stop it's empty. No one's there as you sit down and wait a bit you see the bus you see a warthog bus driver wearing his uniform and he looks like you with a bit of concern and he says:
"Uh… what's the destination of Missy."
His voice seemed concerned but not too questioning, and you look up at him eyes full of nothing just bitterness and acceptance
" Springfield."
You say to him a concern look for a bit, but as you walk up the bus stairs, the door close behind behind you, and you proceeded to walk all the way back it's empty, and no one else is coming with you for once…. How ironic.

As you sit down, looking out the town that changed you… that mocked a kid… You look away, and ride away to your new home… to your future.

This omake was the hardest one I've ever done so far as always likes criticism is always appreciated and thank you for reading this. The reason I made this because I felt like the character foxy was dealt a bad ending in her film so I created this and hopefully gave her a much better ending… better future
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Thank you! Don't get me wrong enjoy the movie but what happened to foxy loxy was beyond messed up! Yeah she was a bully bit she was a kid! And the fact the pig wanted to try to date her after getting lobotomy why was everyone okay with that?! But love this hope it makes canon.
 
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---[X] A test of your own medicine 2
---[X] Hire a Personal Trainer
--[X] Flanders
---[X] Set up a Hang Out Session
--[X] Jasper
---[X] Talk to those Mysterious Hecklers
--[X] Frink
---[X] Work On One Of Your Inventions
--[X] Fat Tony
---[X] Find Your Men (MAFIA action)
----[X] Find Legs
--[X] Kaiser
---[X] Talk to someone about your fear of... Her
--[X] Apu
---[X] Spend time with your octuplets and wife
--[X] The Finale
---[X] Feed Animals Around Springfield
--[X] Mona
---[X] Hang out with the Green Family
--[X] Lena
---[X] Actually Hang out with Webby
--[X] Moe
---[X] Go on a Double Date with Flanders
--[X] Willie
---[X] Monkey To The Left Of Him, Monkey To The Right Of Him!
--[X] Hunter
---[X] Hang Out with the Hexsquad
--[X] Professor Crumbs
---[X] Find A Good Yoga Class
--[X] Hans Rotwood
---[X] Study with an Occult Unit
----[X] Professor Crumbs
--[X] Homer
---[X] Rebuild the Besharps
--[X] Krusty
---[X] Look into your Daughter
-[X] Hank Scorpio Collaboration
--[X] Steal From Glomgold
-[X] Blackmail
--[X] Make your demands to Uncle sam in exchange for not releasing the information.
---[X] Ask for help catching Burns and any subordinates he has, give Mona a pardon, and 4 income

Here's my plan. If the Double Date option has to be taken by both, then I'll alter the plan for it.
Edit: Huh, in the actions it says the DC for the Concert is 35 but in the Quimby Actions it says it's 40. Which one is right?
 
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TheGleeman said:
Either racoons or "Binkys"

Both ideas being more shoutouts towards Fallout, mind you^^
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Binky could be a base for our version of Fishlurks, while Raccoons would be us harkening back to S'Lanters, a species of raccoon people that were supoosed to appear in either Fallout 1 or 2, but got cut during development including their whole sub area (although they still do get alluded to in one in-game disc)

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S'Lanter

S'Lanter are intelligent, FEV-mutated raccoons that were cut from the final version of the original Fallout. Log Date January 12, 2076: With batch 11-011, we have improved the mitotic cycle efficiency by 43%. We have infected 53 raccoons with the new strain. In addition to the now expected size...
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ShepardCom said:
This one please! Need to make a great party


What am I some kinda coward who doesn't open the box? LETS GO!
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Really hope that bonus still applies to the Synergy NA, because we need to buff the shit outta Homer to offset his two flaws.

Seaking of which, one mechanical question:

If Homer fails non-critically and there triggers his "Lucky Fatass" Flaw, does that restart his "Box of Donuts" state or does it remain the same?
 
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After a bit of sleep I have two questions for the QMs:

First, the Organize a Concert action is listed as DC 35 in the stewardship actions, but in the Springfield Centered actions section it says DC 40. Which is correct?

Second, would Grandpa to Springfield apply to the Concert+Party action? It feels like it should since it's something we're doing in an attempt to help the city (specifically it's morale), but I've been wrong about that before.
 
TheNotoriousSMP said:
After a bit of sleep I have two questions for the QMs:

First, the Organize a Concert action is listed as DC 35 in the stewardship actions, but in the Springfield Centered actions section it says DC 40. Which is correct?

Second, would Grandpa to Springfield apply to the Concert+Party action? It feels like it should since it's something we're doing in an attempt to help the city (specifically it's morale), but I've been wrong about that before.
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It would be 40 I believe, sorry, that's our bad

And yeah, that trait would apply.

And Shepard's previous reward for +10 to the Party action also still counts.
 
Alright that's not too bad. I've updated my math with the new info and I don't hate our odds with those new bonuses. It'll be interesting to see who we end up getting for the band, a good number of fun possibilities available.
 
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