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Arthur Gear Solid: Mom Eater
A little Arthur spoof I made. Contains strong language/suggestive themes. Be advised.

Arthur arrives at Buster's house and knocks on the door. Buster answers and is pleased to see his best friend.

Buster: Hey, Arthur. I was just about to make a baloney pizza. Want some?

Arthur: No thanks, Buster. I've actually got to talk to you about something.

Buster: Huh? What is it? Come inside.

Arthur steps in and sits down on the couch across from Buster.

Buster: So what's up? Is it about the new Bionic Bunny comic book? Because I saw a commercial and --

Arthur: Buster...

Buster sees that it's something serious. He sits down across from Arthur, who sighs.

Arthur: Remember last night after we finished playing Dark Bunny at my house? And your mom came to pick you up?

Buster: Yeah. What about it?

Arthur: Do you know why she was in my room with me for such a long time?

Buster: Yeah, she said she was getting my sleeping bag and toys. And since I'm so messy it took her a while to get it all together. And you were helping her. I can't argue that, I'm pretty messy.

Arthur: *sigh* Well, she wasn't packing your things. And I wasn't helping. We were doing...something else.

Buster: Something else?

Arthur: Well, at first we were packing up your things. She was across the room getting your Bionic Bunny comics. She was bending over getting them all together and I looked over and saw her...her...behind. And it made me feel things that I'd never felt before. Good things. Things I never felt around MY mom for sure. I don't know what it was.

Arthur looks at Buster, who is listening closely. He continues.

Arthur: Well, I ignored it. But then I saw her turn around and put the comics in your bag, and her top button on her shirt was open. I saw down into her shirt, and saw these two round things hanging from her chest. They were so...nice. I just loved staring at them, I couldn't stop. But then...

Buster: What?

Arthur: She saw me looking. I thought she'd be mad, but she wasn't. She just smiled at me and started walking over. I was scared, I thought she was going to hit me or something. But she just started rubbing my arm and said, "Did you like what you saw?"

Arthur has tears rolling down his cheeks now.

Arthur: Then she said, "I'll show you more...a lot more." And she led me over to my bed, where she started taking her clothes off until she was completely naked.

Buster: What?! Why would she do that?

Arthur: It only got worse. Then she took off my clothes. I couldn't do anything, I was scared. She started...doing things. Then I heard my mom asking what was taking so long and so she rushed downstairs with your stuff. I couldn't move for ten minutes.

Arthur looks down

Arthur: That's what happened.

Buster is silent, expressionless. He slowly stands up, eyes having never left Arthur, and walks over to him.

Buster: Arthur..you...

Arthur looks up at Buster. It's silent for a minute. Then Buster's hands are around Arthur's neck, choking him. Arthur struggles, tries to pry Buster off, but years of eating anything humanly edible have given him some sort of freak strength.

Buster: You slept with my mom you little shithead!

Arthur struggles, his punches and kicks slowing down as his breathing stops, and he blacks out.

***

Arthur comes to in a torture room. He is strung from the ceiling by both hands, clothes AWOL. Intense pressure on his shoulders means they've probably been dislocated by his body weight. His vision is fuzzy without his glasses, but he can make out the white outline of someone familiar.

Buster: Hello, Arthur.

The white outline comes closer to him and comes into clearer focus. It's now clear that Buster is in a Gestapo uniform from the World War II era. He stands smiling.

Buster: As you can see, I don't take my best friends screwing my mom lightly.

Arthur: Buster....no, it wasn't my fault. Please...

Buster: You talk a lot now. Couldn't say something when you were an inch deep in my mom, shithead?!

Buster walks over to the wall and picks up a tube-shaped fluorescent light bulb leaning against it. He runs at Arthur and swings, shattering the light against Arthur's back. Arthur screams as pieces of glass are embedded into his back, allowing steady tributaries of blood to drip to pool beneath his feet.

Buster: Huh, shithead?! Was she good?! Was she worth it?! TELL ME!

Another light bulb, and another set of screams. Arthur sees through blurred vision the white outlines of several long light bulbs against the wall. Buster could keep this up for a while if he wanted.

Buster: You know, it's not really that you did her that annoys me. It's that you come to my house, my place of residence, and say it like I should fucking pity you. What do you think I am, shithead, some kinda punk?! DO YA?!

Smash. Shatter. Scream. Arthur pants hard.

Arthur: Buster....please...no more...

Buster: That only makes me wanna hit you more, you idiot!

Another smash and shatter followed by a scream. Arthur starts full-out crying.

Arthur: Owww...Mommy...Mommy, help...

Buster: Why do you want your mommy? SO YOU CAN FUCK HER, TOO?!

Smash. Shatter. Scream.

Arthur hangs limply, weeping softly to himself. The door to the torture room opens and in walks Francine Frensky.