I do not own The Sims, or the Freezer Bunnies for that matter!
Completely random idea... What if that weird Freezer Bunny was a top-secret super spy on a mission to save the world? Well, it'd go something like this I think! ~NMR
PROLOGUE:
"Sir, I believe it's finished. Come take a look."
The man in the black suit stood up, following the twitchy scientist down a strange hallway. He'd never been much for science, but this place was creeping him out. Flashes of strange green light escaped from underneath heavy metal doors, and he could hear the sounds of wires shorting out.
A woman screamed and something exploded behind a particularly well-bolted door. The suit man stepped to the other side of the hallway, fussing nervously with his tie.
"W-what was that?" He asked, staring at the now-darkened room.
The scientist smiled awkwardly, his gloves hands shaking disturbingly.
"Just some... er, technical difficulties."
His frizzy grey hair covered half his face, casing sinister shadows on the nearby wall. The suited man increased his pace, careful not to lose sight of the lunatic in front of him. He'd been on deadly missions before, but this was beyond his scope of knowledge.
Carefully he gripped it, feeling the cool metal against his hands. The button was on the side, he knew. It had been painted an unassuming yellow, as red was beyond cliche. Weapon 014. Would he have to use it? Did he even know how?
He remembered what the Leader had said, her steely eyes challenging him to disobey.
"Only use it if there's no other choice..."
It hadn't come to that yet, thankfully. As he followed the scientist ever deeper into the twisting tunnels, he prayed it never would. Still, he didn't dare let go of it. That would just be tempting fate.
In front of him the scientist was opening a massive door. It clicked twice before flying open so fast his stained lab coat was almost blown away. The room was huge, cavernous even. Most of it was empty, but in one corner ancient-looking machines hummed away. A faint beeping sound filled the air, electronic and harsh. It smelled of chemicals and blood, like a high school biology class gone wrong.
"We're here." The scientist said, his goggles reflecting the strange flashes of light.
Slowly the suit-wearer entered the room, clutching his weapon harder than ever. There were two others who were hunched over what appeared to be an operating table. They both wore lab coats, though their hair had been stuffed into green caps.
As he got closer, the suit wearer could see them poking something with their gloved hands. Wires flowed from the machines and connected to it, though whether they were giving life or taking it, he couldn't decide.
The "lead" scientist shoved the others away, refocusing a dangling light on the test subject. It was small and pink, though covered in fur. The man had never seen anything like it before. Its frame was boxy and its eyes didn't quite match. What was this thing? Surely it couldn't be the multi-million dollar project he'd been sent to collect... Could it?
"Isn't it beautiful?" The scientist asked, grinning manically. His hands still shook erratically, bumping the table occasionally.
"I suppose..." the man said, trying to decide what exactly it was.
One of the others ripped a cord out of the creature, and its eyes shot open.
"What is it," he asked, once again tugging at his clothing, "it can't be Subject 017."
The scientists glared at him, their creepy eyes only magnified by the goggles they wore. Behind them a jar smashed, spilling a dinosaur embryo and yellowed liquids across the concrete floor.
"Of course it is'" the grey-haired man leered, "were you expecting more?"
He didn't know what to say. Everything was silent now except for the beeping, three psychos grinning at him. His finger hovered over the yellow button.
"No, I'll take it." He said, abandoning the button. Instead he reached inside his pocket for the check, the soft paper slightly crumpled against the fabric of his outfit.
The scientists stepped back, their expressions becoming neutral once again. Suit man handed the check to their "leader", his gloved hands snatching it away greedily. They shoved the creature into a glass container and handed it to the man, who didn't thank them.
After he'd escaped the laboratory, he examined his supposed purchase. It was certainly small, but it seemed fearless. Had he made a mistake? Probably. Was he alive because of it? Quite possibly.
AN: That's all for now, folks! I hope you enjoyed it, or at least didn't hate it lol. Feel free to fave, follow and review if you liked it.