Sorry about the delay! I was somewhere with little internet access and my online time was limited to reading only.
Chapter 4: Meet "C."
Earlier that night...
Oakenstead, 10 p.m.
J: Gav? I think I saw something outside.
J: Gavin?
Gavin: Hmm... ?
J: I said, I thought I saw something outside.
Gavin: Heard you the first time, J. Go to bed. You're not in a good state of mind.
J: I feel perfectly fine.
Gavin: What did you see then? A "passing shadow"?!
J: Maybe. I'm serious, Gavin. Something's not right.
Gavin: Just go to bed, J. It'll take you some time to get used to living here. Everything's normal.
J: Really? How do you explain the storage door, then, hein?
Gavin: What about it?
J: Well, I'm almost certain that it used to be a different kind of door. I'm not familiar with the door names, but the last one had glass on top so it could be seen through. This one's... plain wood.
Gavin: We've only been in this house for two hours, J. It's likely that you're mistaken.
J: Oh, I don't know. Maybe you're right. I'll just go to bed then.
Gavin: Good move, bro. That should give me some calm to finish my novel.
Oakenstead, 3 a.m.
Continuing where we left off...
I woke up to a constant clicking noise coming from outside my room. I got up, and approached, on the tip of my toes.
What was that? I got out of the room. It was definitely coming from outside the house. I managed to have a few good trips in the living room, constantly hitting the furniture on my way to the back door.
The backyard was peaceful. And for a few minutes, the noise was gone. I turned around to reach for the door and go back to sleep, but there was yet another noise, coming from near the storage room.
I went forward, slightly frightened. I was at the door. With the noise now being stronger, there was no doubt it was coming from inside.
"Should I wake others? Should I get help?" I said to myself.
I closed my eyes for a moment, turned the knob and went in, with little hesitation to let the fear take over.
Expecting to see all sorts of nasty things inside, I opened my eyes to a rather empty storage room.
Feeling slightly more confident, I took a quick look around the room.
"Was that just a bad dream?" I said to myself, getting ready to leave, when I was shocked by a loud voice.
Hiya, pal!
Vera: ... whaaat! WHO IS THERE?
Do not freak out, Vera! We've already met, haven't we?
Vera: Is that ... you? C. ?!
What's C. ? I can't think of anything I'd call myself that would start with that letter.
Vera: Umm... "Creator"?
You have a point, but I'd much prefer it if you would just call me watcher.
Vera: What is the difference? You nearly gave me a heart attack!
I don't really think you guys can have heart attacks. So, no worries.
And there is a huge difference. Creating you was a very trivial job compared to what I'm doing now. "Watching You".
Vera: Now I'm "trivial"?
I never said that. You know what Vera, I really feel like we're getting off on the wrong foot here. Let's get you some fresh air.
Vera: I don't see what's different.
A lot. For starters, you look happier. A little. You might want to take a deep breath and count to 10. Then we can talk.
Vera: I don't see that happening.
The talking? I do. By any chance, Vera, do you remember that we are in this together? And weren't we supposed to hold the first founder-watcher meeting a few days after your arrival? We have so much to discuss.
Vera: Well, I've been busy.
Yes, I can see that. Busy is the word.
Vera: There's just so much work I have to do, you know?
Yes, I do. It's just important for you to remember that we are on the same page here. Now, It's time you sat the guys down for a chat and explained this to them. We have to bring me in. I'm running out of ways to present the story from your point of view, so it's time we tried mine.
Vera: I guess we are on the same page. Please keep in mind that next time you want to talk to me, you don't have to use scary movie methods. What was the clicking noise, anyway?
Um... me "clicking"? Excessively, of course, to attract your attention. But I won't do that again, surely. This time I had to, because you were obviously neglecting the founder-watcher rapport.
Vera: Didn't know such thing existed.
Of course it does. It's the most important part.
Time to go back to bed, Vera! It was nice to talk to you, finally.
Vera: You, too, watcher. See ya!
Off she went. With the cheerful nature that she had, it was hard for her to stay angry for long. ( actually, just checked and cheerful isn't one of her traits, oops! I have so many cheerful sims I just forgot which was which. let's keep that line, though )
The following morning in Oakenstead, she did in fact gather the household round to have a little "chat". She explained to them how there was a pair of eyes that would follow them wherever they went.
The family ( if I may call them so ) took the news as well as they could.
Oh well. With the awkwardness of my presence out of the way, I think I'll take it from here.
Author's note: I really hope this chapter wasn't a lame ending to a cliff hanger.
I don't have much story-telling experience and at first I thought I'd do the story without the watcher. But then I realized it would be more fun to bring the watcher in and have more conversation between the characters.
I also had to take some unofficial screenshots for the last chapter. The storage room scenes. All of the other screenshots are from the actual file and I just take them as things happen ( even the Nancy thing wasn't pre-planned! ) I don't think I'll be taking any more of those unofficial ones any time soon though, I'm eager to play the dynasty file and make progress!
I have a couple more chapters (almost) ready to go, and hopefully, with just a bit of editing, I should be able to upload them in a day or two. Thank you for reading!