Suddenly Simmerised - The Simons Legacy - UPDATED: Chapter SEVEN!
Astral Faery:
Oh man, I'm seriously fearing for the next generation, lol!
discowhipped:
Thank you boygenius and Kate!
Astral: you'll have to wait and see... I'm putting together the third chapter as I type.
Mwahahaa! :lol:
Astral Faery:
Gah! Beautiful legacy founder + Ben 'Big Schnoz' Long = Fugly babies! :( Don't do it...I'm begging you, lol!
discowhipped:
Haha Astral, (thanks for calling her beautiful btw) nothing is final in this chapter, but it might prolong your suffering. It's too fun writing about ESG. *evil laugh*
Is this too short? I don't really know how long I should make my chapters...!
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Chapter Three: Encounters with Beak-nosed Benjiman
I was coerced! I reallly was. It wasn't like I intentionally invited beak-nose over. It just felt like a voice in my head suggested it, and I felt compelled... ESG was getting subtler. He truly was evil. And this time, beak-nose didn't have a lame excuse, no, this time, he agreed. God help me. Oh, wait, all I had was ESG, and he was making sure I would have a miserable existence. He certainly wouldn't help me. No one could save me from beak-nose now.
Beak-nose Benjiman sauntered over to my place (well, it was more a creative arrangment of furniture on the very open section) while I was still getting dressed, and felt morally obliged to take a peek... Pervert. Attitudes like that won't get your acquaintance off to a good start said the voice in my head. It was really hard to ignore. But I had to keep my dignity, nobody spied on me, even if my wardrobe was in full view of the road.
Luckily, we weren't alone. Beak-nosed, perverted Benjiman had a lady friend with him, but my hopes were dashed when I realised it was completely platonic.
"You must be Kit, aren't you beautiful! And you have such wonderful hair!" she exclaimed. Hmm, I decided I liked her. If she kept this up, this whole beak-nose thing might not be so painful... Yes, that would be a plus.
Well, he was clearly taken with me. And who wouldn't be? It made me vaguely anxious, yet it was nice to know at least someone thought I was attractive. Then I looked at his nose again, and my anxiety grew stronger. He was charismatic, though, and (unbelievably) I found myself smiling and actually... responding to this pixel man.
Then I caught another glance of his nose, and the nice feelings disappeared. There was absolutely no way I was giving ESG what he wanted. At least, not with beak-nosed, perverted Benjiman. But there was something about him...
No! Those are not little pink hearts above my head. I do not have a crush on him! "But you do!" ESG cut in, and I could hear the evil smile in his voice. "No, I don't!" I yelled, stamping my foot. Benjiman looked at me like I was going crazy.
I was going crazy. With a sadistic villain in my head who had a God-complex (actually he played God in this world) and being accosted by deformed, perverted people, it was a wonder I hadn't started to tear out my hair. But I took solace in cooking and eating. After beak-nose and his friend had left, I mulled over my situation while preparing salad for lunch (healthy food?! There really was something wrong with me). There was no way I could get out of becoming involved with this beak-nose, not when I virtually had no free will and then there were my own feel- "OW!"
I was too distracted to take much notice of what I was putting on for work, and sucking on my sore finger (you really should concentrate when cutting things) and didn't realise my outfit until I was walking towards my carpool. Ew. That was one of the downsides of the food industry; the uniforms were awful.
The other downside was the smell. Working at a hotdog stand did nothing for my hair, and the scent of eau de grease kind of wafted around me. A long, hot shower was good, but only lessened it a little, and there was still tomorrow.
But I was making moolah faster than you can say "Would you like fries with that?" and although I didn't have a roof over my head yet, I could afford other certain luxuries.
Like a chess table (though that hardly counts as a luxury). Strategy wasn't my thing, but my new friend from work, Marylena, taught me the basics so I could build up my logic. She smelled as bad as I did and we had become close.
Another promotion was on the horizon however, and I was soon out of the hotdog stand and into waitressing. At least I had a slightly better outfit; purple suited me. I hadn't heard from ESG in the last few days (a relief), but he would be back.
I was right, wasn't I? He'd been forcing beak-nose and I to get together, and what do you know, one night beak-nose asks if he can move in. I was about to say "Thanks, but no thanks" (even though I did like him a little) when ESG surfaced, with his infuriating sarcastic voice in my head. *dramatic sigh* You can guess it was all downhill from there.
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Zorom:
xD Oh this is hilarious! I love the bit "she smelled as bad as I did, and we had become close"
Your sim looks really realistic!
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