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As Chad desperately waited for the elevator in a house that had no emergency stairs- (watcher why weren’t there any stairs!?) outside, surrounded by the glow of the lagoon, it seemed someone else had found her first. (✨)

?: Why hello little thing, now where did you come from? Sunny: 𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.

?: Not a talker huh? And not a swimmer either from the looks of it. What a strange little thing to be left all alone.

?: It’s easy to feel alone isn’t it little thing? Everyone depending on you, expecting the world and more.

?: I wonder if you know what that’s like. Having a thousand eyes on you, too afraid to let anyone down. Feeling as if your fears are too silly to bring up- but unchanging in the truth that they scare you still.

Do you know what that feels like little thing?

Sunny: 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 ?: No, I suspect you wouldn’t would you? She laughed, like the sound of a windchime tinkling in the ocean breeze. ?: I am glad my song did not drown you baby. I would keep you, but I suspect there is someone that needs you to listen to them more than me.

?: I just hope my own child will be as good as listener as you my little thing- but hopefully a better swimmer.

- 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗥 - HANSEL: Alright Miss Sunny! I have been personally tasked with ensuring your safety and survival. From this point forward-

HANSEL: Oh! Oh ! We’re moving! Ok different, but still manageable! Not a problem. Good initiative even! Your father told me to watch you and so I shall watch! Where are we off to?

HANSEL: Ah, I see. You seem to be headed for- uh hmm. Well that’s no good.

HANSEL: Miss Sunny! I am afraid I will not be able to let you leave this house!! That would be in strict violation of your father’s wishes! I think- Not that he expressly mentioned it, but I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t be happy!

Sunny: 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴

HANSEL: While this model comes pre-installed with tiny arms, I fear I lack the ability to use them! As well as the ability to leave the lot! Which may prove to be a problem very soon! Miss!!

CONTENT WARNING: minor injury detail / very minor blood, guns

Chet: So, were you going to tell your old man you got married? 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.

Chad: I didn’t realize it was any of your business. Chet: So it’s true then.

Chet: I was just playing with you, I assumed it was a cover. But you’re not joking. Chad: No dad I am not.

Chet: Well who is it then? Is it a- y'know…

Chad: I don’t-

Chet: You know… Chad: Maybe I do, but I want to hear you say it. Chet: Watchers sake- a man. One of those pretty fairy boy types. Is he the reason you quit the agency? Did you throw away everything I worked so hard to give you for… a gay?

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗮; a high end Selvadoradian Fusion Restaurant in the Heart of San Myshuno’s Art’s Quarter. 🎵 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎: 12:05PM

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝: 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆. Retired Star Government Agent professionally know as the former Number 009, Mediocre Father Figure.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗: Survive lunch alive with minimal emotional scarring. Avoid revealing anything that might put your family in danger.

Make it home alive.

Chet: You’ve gotten… thicker. Chad: Dad. Chet: What? You disappear off the face of the earth for the last 6 months. Can’t I make an observation?

Chad: I didn’t disappear. I’ve been working. You know that. Chet: Sure Sure. After YOU threw away the title I worked so hard to build up for the last 50 years. Chad: Here we go.

Waitress: Can I get you boys started with some drinks?

Chet: McDillian Single Malt. Neat. And something Mild and Fruity for the boy. Chad: I’ll have a Pisco Sour. Thanks.

Chet: And for the main course bring me something that bleeds. Salt Aged Steak, rare, with a nice crust on it. You seem like someone with good taste in meat. Chad: Steak Tartare. For me. If anyone was asking.

Leanne takes Sunny back to the house to put her to bed and the boys are left alone on the beach to finish their dinner and admire the migrational patterns of the floating sky grass.

Val: I think at this rate, Helianth- Sunny, is on track to complete most of her milestones before aging up. The data from Leanne’s daily readouts say there’s a small chance she might not learn to crawl on time but if we adjust her sched- Chad: Valerian…

Chad: You’re upset. Val: No I’m not. … Am I? Oh dear. … How did you know? Chad: I always know Val. It’s what I do.

Chad put his plate down and climbed on to his partner’s lap. Chad: Val what’s wrong? Val: I just- I don’t want to become like my parents. I want to be there for every milestone, but we’re so busy. Chad: So we’ll come up with creative solutions, and make the most of moments like these.

Val: I don’t deserve you. You’re incredible, strong, gorgeous, you always know what to say, and I’m just… this.

Do you ever think you made a mistake? Ever looked back and wish you’d done things differently?

Chad: Watcher, I wish you could see yourself the way I do. Val: A chubby high schooler with bad teeth and a fedora? Chad: Not Exactly. Though, I will I admit was a little jealous of you back then. Val: Jealous? Of what, me? How? Why?

Chad: Let’s be honest, you looked a mess, (Val: Hey-) but you never tried to hide who you were. I spent half of high school trying to convince myself I was straight, and the other half imagining what it would be like to shove you into a broom closet and wipe that dumbass smile off your face once and for all.

Val: In like… a sexy way? Chad: In a very sexy way. Like a patched out of Wicked Whims post High School Years way. Val: Damn. No wonder you flunked pre-calculus.

Chad: My point is: we are not our parents. I know for a fact you are incapable of pretending to be something you’re not and I promised myself I’d never make anyone feel the way my father made me feel growing up. Val: Meaning?

Chad: Meaning that our baby will be loved, no matter what milestones she hits. She will be forgiven- no matter her mistakes. And she will be supported, no matter what paths she walks. Do you understand my terms?

Val: If I say no will I get shoved in the janitor’s closet?

Juniper: I don't know if I should celebrate or get upset that he prefers you than me.

Ben smiled: he doesn't. You love mommy, don't you, Chris?

Christopher babbled.

Ben: See?

June: I'll be waiting for you in our room.

Ben: I'll be there in a sec.

Ben: are you going to be a good boy and sleep fast tonight, aren't you? We're trying to make a sibling for you :)

Ben shook his head.

Ben: I don't think this is an appropriate conversation to have with you. I'm definitely not looking forward to you teen phase.

Ben: I bet your mom would be happy that you wanted dad now, huh?

Ben: bed time story?

Heirloom lore for the Ordoñez Family is below the cut.

Reegan Mattok

Okay. Hi. I’d like to talk a little bit about this situation.

I saw myself listed here. This is the Sims Market website, and from what I’ve heard, the files there aren’t safe. That’s the first thing. Second, it’s not just my files that are being leaked there—but those of many other creators as well. These aren’t just direct links; they’re your files that have been renamed and they might contain viruses.

Chad: Now the real question is- how fast can I rip that nerdy little polyester sweater vest off of you? Val: For your information, this is 100% llama wool, it’s very high quali- Chad: 15 seconds?

Val: Chad, please. I uh- I actually wanted to talk to you about that. Chad: Valerian, if you don’t want to have sex with me right now you can just tell me. Val: No, no it’s not that- I mean you’re perfect, it’s just- I’ve been… googling. Chad: You’ve been… googling?

Val: Trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. It’s just most of the time I find the idea of committing any sort of sexual act completely repulsive in nature, especially with another person involved. I don’t like to be touched- yourself being the one very large exception.

Val: But then sometimes I look at you and something in the dark part of me snaps- I want to completely tear you apart, make you scream so loudly the walls vibrate with my name, claim every single inch of you, and leave you writhing in a crumpled mess on the floor. Chad: Val-

Val: Every passable Secret Agent is of course, not complete without their very own Walk in Closet.

Val: EA didn’t give us much in the way of specific spy clutter, which I personally believe is bullshit since it’s a base game career, but I think this should do well enough.

Val: You think they’d at least spring for a decorative wall of pistols or gadgets but I guess they spent all their time trying to scrap together a half functional base game, and yet they still managed to- Chad: Valerian? Val: Yes?

Valerian: What about Begonia? Chad: Mmm? Valerian: For the name I mean.

Chad: Valerian Plott, my beautiful disaster, absolutely not. Val: What’s wrong with Begonia? Chad: She’s our daughter, not a golden girl. Val: Petunia then? Chad: Val, no.

Val: Well I don’t see you coming up with any groundbreaking ideas. Chad: Excuse you sir, Holly is a very pretty, and very normal human name. Val: I’m sorry Mr. Chinsley, did you just call my daughter normal?

Chad: Our Daughter. Valerian Plott you wouldn’t know normal if it bit you on the nose. Val: What about Helianthus? Chad: Absolutely fucking not. What about Sunny? Plants need sunshine right? Does that work with your weird legacy rules?

📝 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲: The beginning of any good story is always going to be the hardest part to write. 🌞🎵

Trust me, I’ve been there. Taking that first jump into a something new can be really scary-

but it can also be one of the best decisions you’ve ever made.

The unknown and dark corners of this world really aren’t so scary once you get to know them.

All you have to do is shine a little light on them to see what you might have been missing.

And for you, my beautiful and currently unnamed baby girl- (we’re work-shopping it!) I’m afraid you won’t remember the beginning of this particular story.

So allow me and your Father to tell you about the beginning. And maybe someday my daughter- when you’re feeling particularly lost or alone, our letters and journals will find you, and remind you of how it all began.