Chapter 18 - Death and Life I was sculpting when I heard the sudden gasp. Unplugging my headphones and laying down the chisel, I turned just in time to see Auntie Zelda shaking hands with Grim. She seemed content enough to go, with that same smile on her lips that she had worn her entire life.
Dad and Agnes arrived on the scene in time to mourn-although none of us could say what exactly we were mourning. No one had been particularly close to Zelda, and she had expressed a desire to move on and rest for a long time.
Both elders used the Moodlet Manager to rid themselves of their guilt, while Kaylynn, Alex, and I abstained. Mom didn't even need the MM, being too busy upgrading the entire house. I was shocked at her callousness--she didn't even mourn Zelda!
In this time of death, new life was just what we needed. We were happy to see that Spotted has, apparently, been fooling around with the Alto's cat and came home with a kitten named Silver! She's the little ears . . . over there . . .
However, we were completely unprepared for the passing of Aunt Agnes only a day later.
Like Zelda, Agnes was content to leave and could be heard inquiring about the number of public bathrooms in the afterlife.
Naturally, I was alarmed to see the Reaper watching Dad after Agnes had departed. Dad himself laughed it off, but . . .
Alexander swore that he didn't care that the "useless old lady" had died, and put on an indifferent face. Still, I knew that he was just mourning in secret, in silence.
I had previously planned to throw an epic birthday party, but with both Agnes and Zelda leaving, no one was really in the mood. Thus, I aged up in front of my sculpting station, with only the still-mourning Kaylynn there to celebrate.
I looked quite attractive in a large number of hairstyles, so it was understandably difficult to pick just one! In the end, however, I
had to go with the faux-hawk! It's a classic! I think my eyes have evolved to be more gray-blue than Mom's blue, so maybe Dad did rub off there.
I was
very tempted to choose something more outlandish for my wardrobe . . .
But the robe would have hampered my chainsaw a little, so I opted for pants instead. I know what you all are thinking . . . yes, I
am single. Just trying to let my chest hair breathe, wink wink.
I also got this cool new yellow room! It "crashed" several times, so the current room may look slightly different from this one.
But--that was it! I thought that, after my birthday, I would go do something--move to Bridgeport, or fall in love, or just move in with some of my younger friends--but none of that happened. Instead, Mom begged me to put my life on hold while she did--something. I reluctantly agreed, but did register as a sculptor up at City Hall.
She just spends hours outside, upgrading all the old stereos . . . over, and over, and over. Why? I don't know.
She refused to relent, even when Dad died and begged for a little more time to say goodbye to his wife. He resisted Death, and was practically thrown into his urn for his efforts.
Rest in peace . . .
Zelda Mae, master gardener and not a master sculptor--that certificate is supposed to be on Kaylynn's wall.
Agnes Crumplebottom, so close to being a Renaissance Sim.
Thornton Elysi--father and husband, CEO, and a truly Family-Oriented man.
* * * At last, my task was complete. I had tried, for so long . . . only to finish minutes after my love's death. I tried, Thornton, I truly did. I wanted you to see your son get married, but instead I only deprived you of your final days of happiness. What have I done?
No matter, now. I am powerful enough, and strong enough, to find Nicholas's soulmate.
I kneel in the snow and rub off the tombstone so as to be sure it is the right one. Yes--the lightning symbol is emblazoned into the stone.
The spell is present in my mind, and is almost laughingly easy to perform. But the results are anything but laughable.
She is not quite as lovely as I expected, but it will have to do.
The zombie lumbers towards me, skin tinged a bruised green. Before it takes more than a step, I cast the next spell and stop it in its tracks.
Ah. Much better.
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Lolita, dear, I know you've only just come back to life, so why don't you come live with me for a while, until you get on your feet? I have a very handsome son who is only a day older than you . . ."
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Oh, he sounds very nice! I can't wait to meet him!"
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I feel a disturbance in the force . . ."
