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veiledndarknessTitle: Bobby & Jack (aka Hansel & Gretel)
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: None really.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bobby's fairytales are more interesting.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made, no harm intended.
1 – Little Red Riding Hood
2 – Cinderella
XX
Jack bounded onto the bed, lost in Bobby's hooded sweatshirt. He pushed the sleeves up a bit and gestured to the book he'd brought with him, "Which one tonight?" he nearly wiggled, eager to hear another of Bobby's stories.
"Under the covers first, kiddo," Bobby sat down beside him, rubbing a weary hand over his face, "Just one story tonight, Jack. I gotta be up early for work."
Jack nodded and pulled the book onto his lap. "One's fine."
Bobby looked over the story listings, "Hm, how about...Hansel and Gretel?"
"Is that one scary?"
"Nah," Bobby draped his arm around Jack and turned to the right page. "Not scary, but kinda fucked up like the rest of the stories."
Jack curled up to him, resting his head to Bobby's chest, reassured by the steady beating of his heart echoing in his ear. "Those Grimm brothers were messed up."
Bobby chuckled. "Ain't that the truth? So this is the story of Hansel and Gretel, only I like to call them Bobby and Jack."
"Hey! I'm not a girl!"
'A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...'
"Bobby, that's Star Wars!"
"Hey, for the last time, pipe down already with the interruptions."
'Ahem...as I was sayin', a long time ago, there was a great forest. And in that forest, there was a real run-down house. The father who lived there did his best to fix it up, but sometimes you just can't fix broken down shit.'
'He had a bitchy wife and two kids, their names were Bobby and Jack. They had practically nothing to eat as the lands were bare and the family was very poor. They lived mainly on crusty bread and turnips, a food that neither child could stand the sight of.'
'The wife nagged and nagged the husband when even the nasty turnip supply began to run low. She hassled him, demanding that he help her in getting rid of the children. Disturbingly enough, he caved after a few days and agreed that the kids needed to go.'
"He actually agreed?"
"Uh huh, the spineless fucker he was."
"Bobby..."
"Jackie..."
'And as it happened, the two children overheard their parents discussing how to be rid of them. Little Jack began to cry, cursing his parents for not loving them enough.
"What will we do, Bobby? We can't just hang around, waiting for this to happen!"
Bobby looked out the window, thinking fast. "Lie down, Jack," he said, slipping his thin coat on. "I'll think of something."
And with that, Bobby crept out of the house. The moon shone down over him, small pebbles all around the house and yard. They gleamed in the moonlight, silver and bright in the darkness. He filled his pockets until they bulged before he made his way back up to the bedroom.
They slept, huddled together, cause that house was damn cold an' drafty. In the early morning, the wife came in and woke them roughly, demanding that they haul their lazy butts out of bed. She gave them each two small crusts of bread, warning them not to eat it until midday, cause there'd be nothin' else until dinner, a weak broth made from the loathed turnips.'
"Turnips aren't that bad."
"They're an unholy vegetable. God buried them in the ground so no one would find them."
"Bobby..."
'The mother and father led the kids into the forest, marching them further in. Bobby tossed pebbles over his shoulder every so often, leaving a trail along the side of the dirt path. They led them deeper and deeper into the forest until they reached the clearing.
The mother instructed them to sit tight and the father created a small fire for them to sit near for warmth. Time passed slowly that day, and after they had eaten their crusts, Bobby and Jack fell asleep, worn out from the long walk.
When they finally woke up, the sun had long since set and the sky over them was dark. Jack bit his lip, tears gleaming in his eyes. "How are we ever gonna get back home?"
Bobby took his hand and pointed to the path. "Wait till the moon comes up, it'll show us the way back home."
Sure enough, when the moon rose, the stone pebbles shone in the darkness, lighting the way back to the house. They walked all night, and by the morning, they arrived back on the doorstep. Bobby hammered on the door, demanding loudly that the wife had better let them back inside.
She yelled at them, scolding them for coming home so late, acting as if they hadn't dumped them out there. Bobby pushed past her, herding Little Jack up to their bedroom.
No more than a few days later, she demanded once again to the father that he must help her take the children out to the forest and leave them further out this time. The father reluctantly agreed, worn down by her constant nagging.
Bobby fumed in the bed for a few minutes, furious that her harsh words had once again upset Little Jack, who cried bitter tears at their fate. He tried to slip outside to fill his pockets with stones again, but the clever bitch had locked the door, stopping him from escaping outside. He kicked the door, swearing under his breath.
He reassured Jack that everything would be ok, and that they would get her good for this.'
"What kind of parent does that?"
"God only knows, Jack. Now be quiet!"
'In the morning, Bobby and Jack were hustled into the forest, with only small crusts of bread to feed themselves with. Bobby crumbled his piece of bread in his pocket and threw the crumbs to the ground, leaving another trail behind them. The wife led them out to the deepest, darkest part of the forest. The father started another fire for them, and as before, instructed them to stay put while they chopped wood during the day.
They ate the meager piece of bread that Jack had held on to, as Bobby's had been used to mark their path. They fell asleep next to the fire and when they awoke, the sun had set and they were once again, left in the darkness.
Bobby looked to the path and was shocked to see no evidence of the trail he'd left. "The birds," he whispered. "Those greedy buggers ate it all..."
He could feel Jack's growing unease and grasped his hand, leading him down the path, determined to find their way back. They walked for hours until the morning came, and still they were nowhere near the house. Bobby kept Jack distracted with stupid jokes and silly songs as they walked until finally Jack could walk no more. They slept on the ground, exhausted and starving.
In the morning, Bobby woke Jack and urged him forward. In the distance, he could faintly see a house, one that seemed to shimmer in the low light. They hurried towards it, hoping that the owner would take pity on them. To their shock, the house before them was one made of candy, and gingerbread, sweet spun sugar for windows and gumdrops along the walls.
"Holy shit, a house made of a candy!" Bobby yelped.'
"Bobby, it does not say shit!"
"Do you know what happens to little fairy boys who keep interrupting?"
'They immediately started nibbling on the house, the soft gingerbread so very sweet. Suddenly, the door made of chocolate opened and out came an old crone, as old as dirt with a busted up face. Bobby stood in front of Jack protectively as she came closer.
"Oh, you poor things," she crooned. "How hungry you must be if you're gnawing on my house. Do come inside, I have much better things to eat in the kitchen."
Bobby looked her over uneasily, but Jack was already scurrying over to her, the mere mention of food enough to make him overlook the weird situation. She brought them both into the house, showing them the spread of food across the kitchen table. It was piled high with pancakes, sliced fruit and fresh milk. Even Bobby couldn't resist the temptation. He and Jack sat down with the old woman, eating everything in sight.
After they had eaten as much as their bellies could hold, the woman put them to bed, covering them with warm blankets. She cackled insanely once she was certain that they were deeply asleep. In truth, the old woman was a witch, a demented cruel thing who lured children to her house in hopes of eating them.'
"Eww! That's so gross!"
"Jack..."
'In the morning, the witch yanked Bobby from the bed and dragged him by his hair to the stables outside. She tossed him into a cage and locked the door. He screamed at her, tugging on the bars until his hands were raw. She laughed at him and went back to the house, prodding Jack awake.
"Out of bed, you wretched fool! Come help me prepare foods for your brother. He needs to be fattened up before I can eat him. He's too stringy and tough right now."
Jack tried not to cry as he was forced to help her. Each day he brought the food to Bobby, and cleaned the house for the witch. She would check on Bobby every morning to see if he was getting any plumper. She would demand that he stick his finger out so she could see if that day was the day that she would eat him.
Bobby, however, had found a long, thin bone in the cage. He stuck the bone out instead of his finger. The witch, being the half blind moron she was, thought it was his finger and couldn't understand why after several weeks, he remained so very thin.
A week later, she huffed with impatience and demanded that Jack fetch more water, for she would eat Bobby the next day regardless of whether or not he was fat enough. Jack bit back tears and did as he was told, his skinny arms shaking under the weight of the water bucket.
Early in the morning on the next day, the witch had Jack help her prepare the cauldron and oven. She pushed Jack over to the oven with her scrawny arm. "Get in and see if the oven is heated properly," she demanded.
Jack looked at her, having a horrible flash of what might happen to him if he crawled into the oven. He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know how to check if you don't show me how."
"You stupid twit!" she scolded him. "You just crawl in and look, like this." And with that she stuck her head inside the oven.
Jack lunged forward and shoved her into the oven with one big push. She screamed out as he slammed the iron door shut, trapping her inside the burning oven.'
"Oh my god..."
"Hey, she deserved it, Jackie. No two ways about it."
'Jack ran to the stable and unlocked the door, freeing Bobby from the cage. "I did it, oh my god, I did it, Bobby! I killed her, pushed her in the oven!"
Bobby high-fived him, laughing as they did so. They went back into the house, grabbing sacks and filling them with all the food they could gather. Bobby stopped, stunned by the sheer amount of coins and jewels that were stuffed in every corner of the house.
He nodded to Jack. "Grab another bag," and he filled that as full as he could. They made their way back to their home. Bobby kicked the door open with a grunt and set the bags down.
The father sat on his rocking chair, stunned to see them. Bobby glared at him. "Where's the bitch?"
The father fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness. He explained that the wife had died and that he was alone once more. Bobby scowled at him, he was still too pissed that his father had caved to her demands so easily. Jack went over to his side, as he was always more willing to forgive.
Bobby forgave him eventually and showed him the food and jewels and money that they had brought back, making their lives much more content and happy.'
Bobby closed the book with a yawn. Jack stared at him, horrified. "That was so wrong!"
"That's the Grimm brothers for ya," Bobby chuckled.
"But...but they abandoned their kids! And the witch wanted to eat them!"
"I know," Bobby set the book on the end of the bed, "Like I said, fucked up stories."
Jack shivered, his eyes wide. "Ugh...it's still so horrible."
Bobby hugged him close. "It's just a story, Jackie. Don't stress over it."
Jack clung to him. "Stay here, for a little bit? Until I fall asleep?"
"Mhm," Bobby shifted onto his side, already half asleep. Jack cuddled in close, certain that Bobby would keep him safe in the night.
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: None really.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bobby's fairytales are more interesting.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made, no harm intended.
1 – Little Red Riding Hood
2 – Cinderella
XX
Jack bounded onto the bed, lost in Bobby's hooded sweatshirt. He pushed the sleeves up a bit and gestured to the book he'd brought with him, "Which one tonight?" he nearly wiggled, eager to hear another of Bobby's stories.
"Under the covers first, kiddo," Bobby sat down beside him, rubbing a weary hand over his face, "Just one story tonight, Jack. I gotta be up early for work."
Jack nodded and pulled the book onto his lap. "One's fine."
Bobby looked over the story listings, "Hm, how about...Hansel and Gretel?"
"Is that one scary?"
"Nah," Bobby draped his arm around Jack and turned to the right page. "Not scary, but kinda fucked up like the rest of the stories."
Jack curled up to him, resting his head to Bobby's chest, reassured by the steady beating of his heart echoing in his ear. "Those Grimm brothers were messed up."
Bobby chuckled. "Ain't that the truth? So this is the story of Hansel and Gretel, only I like to call them Bobby and Jack."
"Hey! I'm not a girl!"
'A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...'
"Bobby, that's Star Wars!"
"Hey, for the last time, pipe down already with the interruptions."
'Ahem...as I was sayin', a long time ago, there was a great forest. And in that forest, there was a real run-down house. The father who lived there did his best to fix it up, but sometimes you just can't fix broken down shit.'
'He had a bitchy wife and two kids, their names were Bobby and Jack. They had practically nothing to eat as the lands were bare and the family was very poor. They lived mainly on crusty bread and turnips, a food that neither child could stand the sight of.'
'The wife nagged and nagged the husband when even the nasty turnip supply began to run low. She hassled him, demanding that he help her in getting rid of the children. Disturbingly enough, he caved after a few days and agreed that the kids needed to go.'
"He actually agreed?"
"Uh huh, the spineless fucker he was."
"Bobby..."
"Jackie..."
'And as it happened, the two children overheard their parents discussing how to be rid of them. Little Jack began to cry, cursing his parents for not loving them enough.
"What will we do, Bobby? We can't just hang around, waiting for this to happen!"
Bobby looked out the window, thinking fast. "Lie down, Jack," he said, slipping his thin coat on. "I'll think of something."
And with that, Bobby crept out of the house. The moon shone down over him, small pebbles all around the house and yard. They gleamed in the moonlight, silver and bright in the darkness. He filled his pockets until they bulged before he made his way back up to the bedroom.
They slept, huddled together, cause that house was damn cold an' drafty. In the early morning, the wife came in and woke them roughly, demanding that they haul their lazy butts out of bed. She gave them each two small crusts of bread, warning them not to eat it until midday, cause there'd be nothin' else until dinner, a weak broth made from the loathed turnips.'
"Turnips aren't that bad."
"They're an unholy vegetable. God buried them in the ground so no one would find them."
"Bobby..."
'The mother and father led the kids into the forest, marching them further in. Bobby tossed pebbles over his shoulder every so often, leaving a trail along the side of the dirt path. They led them deeper and deeper into the forest until they reached the clearing.
The mother instructed them to sit tight and the father created a small fire for them to sit near for warmth. Time passed slowly that day, and after they had eaten their crusts, Bobby and Jack fell asleep, worn out from the long walk.
When they finally woke up, the sun had long since set and the sky over them was dark. Jack bit his lip, tears gleaming in his eyes. "How are we ever gonna get back home?"
Bobby took his hand and pointed to the path. "Wait till the moon comes up, it'll show us the way back home."
Sure enough, when the moon rose, the stone pebbles shone in the darkness, lighting the way back to the house. They walked all night, and by the morning, they arrived back on the doorstep. Bobby hammered on the door, demanding loudly that the wife had better let them back inside.
She yelled at them, scolding them for coming home so late, acting as if they hadn't dumped them out there. Bobby pushed past her, herding Little Jack up to their bedroom.
No more than a few days later, she demanded once again to the father that he must help her take the children out to the forest and leave them further out this time. The father reluctantly agreed, worn down by her constant nagging.
Bobby fumed in the bed for a few minutes, furious that her harsh words had once again upset Little Jack, who cried bitter tears at their fate. He tried to slip outside to fill his pockets with stones again, but the clever bitch had locked the door, stopping him from escaping outside. He kicked the door, swearing under his breath.
He reassured Jack that everything would be ok, and that they would get her good for this.'
"What kind of parent does that?"
"God only knows, Jack. Now be quiet!"
'In the morning, Bobby and Jack were hustled into the forest, with only small crusts of bread to feed themselves with. Bobby crumbled his piece of bread in his pocket and threw the crumbs to the ground, leaving another trail behind them. The wife led them out to the deepest, darkest part of the forest. The father started another fire for them, and as before, instructed them to stay put while they chopped wood during the day.
They ate the meager piece of bread that Jack had held on to, as Bobby's had been used to mark their path. They fell asleep next to the fire and when they awoke, the sun had set and they were once again, left in the darkness.
Bobby looked to the path and was shocked to see no evidence of the trail he'd left. "The birds," he whispered. "Those greedy buggers ate it all..."
He could feel Jack's growing unease and grasped his hand, leading him down the path, determined to find their way back. They walked for hours until the morning came, and still they were nowhere near the house. Bobby kept Jack distracted with stupid jokes and silly songs as they walked until finally Jack could walk no more. They slept on the ground, exhausted and starving.
In the morning, Bobby woke Jack and urged him forward. In the distance, he could faintly see a house, one that seemed to shimmer in the low light. They hurried towards it, hoping that the owner would take pity on them. To their shock, the house before them was one made of candy, and gingerbread, sweet spun sugar for windows and gumdrops along the walls.
"Holy shit, a house made of a candy!" Bobby yelped.'
"Bobby, it does not say shit!"
"Do you know what happens to little fairy boys who keep interrupting?"
'They immediately started nibbling on the house, the soft gingerbread so very sweet. Suddenly, the door made of chocolate opened and out came an old crone, as old as dirt with a busted up face. Bobby stood in front of Jack protectively as she came closer.
"Oh, you poor things," she crooned. "How hungry you must be if you're gnawing on my house. Do come inside, I have much better things to eat in the kitchen."
Bobby looked her over uneasily, but Jack was already scurrying over to her, the mere mention of food enough to make him overlook the weird situation. She brought them both into the house, showing them the spread of food across the kitchen table. It was piled high with pancakes, sliced fruit and fresh milk. Even Bobby couldn't resist the temptation. He and Jack sat down with the old woman, eating everything in sight.
After they had eaten as much as their bellies could hold, the woman put them to bed, covering them with warm blankets. She cackled insanely once she was certain that they were deeply asleep. In truth, the old woman was a witch, a demented cruel thing who lured children to her house in hopes of eating them.'
"Eww! That's so gross!"
"Jack..."
'In the morning, the witch yanked Bobby from the bed and dragged him by his hair to the stables outside. She tossed him into a cage and locked the door. He screamed at her, tugging on the bars until his hands were raw. She laughed at him and went back to the house, prodding Jack awake.
"Out of bed, you wretched fool! Come help me prepare foods for your brother. He needs to be fattened up before I can eat him. He's too stringy and tough right now."
Jack tried not to cry as he was forced to help her. Each day he brought the food to Bobby, and cleaned the house for the witch. She would check on Bobby every morning to see if he was getting any plumper. She would demand that he stick his finger out so she could see if that day was the day that she would eat him.
Bobby, however, had found a long, thin bone in the cage. He stuck the bone out instead of his finger. The witch, being the half blind moron she was, thought it was his finger and couldn't understand why after several weeks, he remained so very thin.
A week later, she huffed with impatience and demanded that Jack fetch more water, for she would eat Bobby the next day regardless of whether or not he was fat enough. Jack bit back tears and did as he was told, his skinny arms shaking under the weight of the water bucket.
Early in the morning on the next day, the witch had Jack help her prepare the cauldron and oven. She pushed Jack over to the oven with her scrawny arm. "Get in and see if the oven is heated properly," she demanded.
Jack looked at her, having a horrible flash of what might happen to him if he crawled into the oven. He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know how to check if you don't show me how."
"You stupid twit!" she scolded him. "You just crawl in and look, like this." And with that she stuck her head inside the oven.
Jack lunged forward and shoved her into the oven with one big push. She screamed out as he slammed the iron door shut, trapping her inside the burning oven.'
"Oh my god..."
"Hey, she deserved it, Jackie. No two ways about it."
'Jack ran to the stable and unlocked the door, freeing Bobby from the cage. "I did it, oh my god, I did it, Bobby! I killed her, pushed her in the oven!"
Bobby high-fived him, laughing as they did so. They went back into the house, grabbing sacks and filling them with all the food they could gather. Bobby stopped, stunned by the sheer amount of coins and jewels that were stuffed in every corner of the house.
He nodded to Jack. "Grab another bag," and he filled that as full as he could. They made their way back to their home. Bobby kicked the door open with a grunt and set the bags down.
The father sat on his rocking chair, stunned to see them. Bobby glared at him. "Where's the bitch?"
The father fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness. He explained that the wife had died and that he was alone once more. Bobby scowled at him, he was still too pissed that his father had caved to her demands so easily. Jack went over to his side, as he was always more willing to forgive.
Bobby forgave him eventually and showed him the food and jewels and money that they had brought back, making their lives much more content and happy.'
Bobby closed the book with a yawn. Jack stared at him, horrified. "That was so wrong!"
"That's the Grimm brothers for ya," Bobby chuckled.
"But...but they abandoned their kids! And the witch wanted to eat them!"
"I know," Bobby set the book on the end of the bed, "Like I said, fucked up stories."
Jack shivered, his eyes wide. "Ugh...it's still so horrible."
Bobby hugged him close. "It's just a story, Jackie. Don't stress over it."
Jack clung to him. "Stay here, for a little bit? Until I fall asleep?"
"Mhm," Bobby shifted onto his side, already half asleep. Jack cuddled in close, certain that Bobby would keep him safe in the night.
