Author's note: This is the first chapter of hopefully many in a series about the Sims 2 PC town, Strangetown. This is one of my first ever fanfiction attempts, but I worked hard on it and hope you like it, reviews are appreciated to help make it better. This story will hopefully include all premade Strangetown Sims eventually.

Chapter 1-

"Aliens live among us! Aliens live among us!" The ragged young man's voice rang out in the desert streets, his cargo shorts torn and clashing with his ugly green cowboy shirt. He probably found them in the trash, but most likely took whatever he could get. Not a single townie gave him so much as a second glance as he cried out his conspiracies. A few shook their heads in pity. He even had one of those shabby-sounding hobo monikers that he probably gave himself after some kind of aspiration failure. How else would he get a name like Goopy Gilscarbo?

"Aliens live among us!" He bellowed out again, a tumbleweed slowly rolling by in front of him. The silence was deafening. A crow cawed in the distance, mocking him.

The sole sim in earshot, Ripp Grunt, shot him a glance on his way home from the gas station where he worked, "No sh*t, Sherlock." He said before kicking over Goopy's misspelled sign and continuing on his path with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"You'll be sorry!" Goopy yelled out after him, "Really sorry!" But Ripp was already done listening, taking a detour and zigzagging over to the Smith's place instead.

He rang the doorbell of the large yellow house in front of him and tapped his foot as he waited for someone to answer. It was late, but he didn't think Johnny would mind. Soon, he was greeted by the warm and familiar smile of Jenny Smith who opened the door and welcomed him with open arms, more than he'd ever get at his own house.

"Hey, is Johnny home?" He asked, peering behind her. The smell of Baked Alaska was wafting out of the kitchen, "Who's the chef?" He grinned and licked his lips. His father, General Buzz never baked a thing in his life, except maybe that one time where he burnt an instant meal.

"Yes, Johnny's upstairs, playing with Jill," She said, "and I wish I could say I'm the chef in the family, but it's all P.T. today. If you're good, maybe he'll let you try a piece," She winked at him and let him in. P.T. waved from the kitchen, leaning over the stove with oven mitts matching his red Hawaiian shirt. After all these years in Strangetown, he still dressed like a tourist, and in a way, he kind of was, but to most, he was a Strangetown sim more than anyone else in town.

Ripp took the steps two at a time and found himself standing outside Jill's pink, floral room where Johnny and her were sitting at a dollhouse playing with Johnny's action figures. Johnny looked up and dropped the doll next to Jill, pushing himself off the ground and brushing off his knees, "Oh, you're here." He said, embarrassed. His cheeks flushed red, but you could barely tell over the green skin-tone.

"Wish I got a snapshot of that," Ripp did the camera gesture, "Would've been great if I needed to blackmail you some day for a favour."

"Dude, you don't have to blackmail your best friend."

"Hmm, I don't know," Ripp teased, "When you start that alien uprising and all, I'm going to need some kind of leverage to keep me and Buck safe."

"If I ever started an alien uprising, you'd need a lot more than a picture of me playing with dolls to save you."

"If?" Ripp raised an eyebrow, "So it is a possibility?" They walked out into the hall, "Man, time to stock up on those dorky school photos."

Johnny punched him playfully in the arm, "You're terrible, you know that?"

"Would you have me any other way?" He spread his arms out in a 'what are you going to do' gesture.

"A polite, quiet friend would be nice."

"And boring."

"I could live with that."

Ripp feigned offence before they both started laughing and made their way to Johnny's room where Ripp took a seat on the floor and Johnny took one on the bed.

"Hey!" Ripp piped up when they got there, "I almost forgot. You'll never believe what some crack-pot was yelling outside. I mean, these conspiracy theorists have just lost all their creativity that they've just started spouting out basic facts like 'Stoves are hot! There's sand in the desert! Avocados are half off!' Like seriously." He shook his head.

"What'd they say this time?"

"Ok, just wait for it, this is going to blow your mind," Ripp leaned in, "Ok, you ready?"

"I'm ready."

"He said," Ripp paused for dramatic effect, " 'aliens live among us'." He made a grand gesture.

Johnny feigned surprise, putting a green hand to his mouth, "Aliens?" He said in mock disbelief, "In Strangetown?" He asked, "How wild is that?"

"I know, right?" Ripp said.

Johnny shook his head, his blond hair rustling. It was the only feature that showed he and Jenny or Jill were related. "I just can't believe it, are you sure you heard him right?" He asked.

"Clear as day."

"Aliens?" Johnny said again, over-emphasizing the word, "Where would he get an idea like tha-" He paused and looked at his arm in disbelief, "Oh my God! It's true!" His hands shot to his face where he pressed them against his high-cheekbones. "Ripp, you have to get out of here before my mothership abducts you!" He leapt up, "Oh no," He cried, trying to contain his laughter, "My alien instincts are kicking in, I feel... the need to probe!" He reached toward him.

Ripp completely lost it at that. He jumped up off the ground and backed up into the doorway, holding out his hands and laughing, "Man, that sounded wrong on so many levels." He said.

"How many?"

"Like at least five."

"Yes!" Johnny pumped a fist in the air, "New record!"

Meanwhile, Goopy stood outside packing up his sign and few meager belongings, the desert night turning cold around him. "They're going to be sorry." He muttered to himself, "Very sorr-" He was cut off by a cloth being wrapped across his mouth, gagging him and shooting a bitter-sweet scent through his nostrils.

A woman's voice behind him whispered tenderly, almost cooing, "You have more important things than aliens to worry about, my dear." He stopped struggling and passed out, seeing nothing but the blur of the desert skies as he tumbled to the cold, hard ground.