For seven years it's been sitting on the bottom of The Sims Archive, until some genius thought it would be a great idea to bring it back from the dead…
AWW GIEKE! x 7
Chester Gieke the Giekequel of the Giekequel of the Giekequel by SClownzZzZz
Part four of twenty-seven
SEVEN YEARS LATER…
"...and that's where I am now, doc. That's how I got here, on this pile of hay in the middle of Antarctica. I am not sure where to go from here. Is there something wrong with me?"
Chester Gieke looked up at his therapist. "Quack," the penguin therapist responded, shifting his glasses up his beak as he chewed on the clipboard with Chester Gieke's psychiatric evaluation results. Yes, it was true that penguin Dr. Peckington McBeaksalot was the most renowned therapist in Antarctica, but when most of your competition spends a majority of the day pecking at ice and scratching themselves with their beaks, the bar is set pretty low.
Suddenly, a shadowed figure walked into the room and stood in front of the questionably-stable patient. "Your bill, sir," he said, holding out a slice of stale bread.
Chester Gieke sat up from the chair and took the piece of bread from Dr. Peckington McBeaksalot's assistant, Sar Deans. Chester screamed when he saw the total printed on the bottom.
"Ten million simoleons?!" Chester Gieke shouted, "It's not even possible to earn that much in this game!"
"Well, then you shouldn't have been here for seven years straight," Sar Deans replied. He reached forward and chipped off a piece of the stale bread. He popped it into his mouth.
"Hey! Quit eating my bill!" Chester Gieke yelled.
Sar Deans sighed. "I guess it would be cruel of me to eat this bill," he said. "After all, once you finish paying off your bill for this appointment, this stale bread will be the only food you will have to feed your wife and kid."
Chester laughed. "I don't have a kid," he laughed. "I mean, I know that Ashley Pitts guy looks like a teenager - and smells like the manure in a barnyard - but he is an adult, and I am not his parent."
Sar Deans shook his head as Chester and he exited the igloo. Outside the igloo on a pile of hay sat INOATGWWSACGH, Ashley Pitts, and a goat, all of whom were clutching a blanket and had their feet soaking in hot water. "THERE you are!" INOATGWWSACGH exclaimed. "I thought you'd never leave that place! It must have been a pretty helpful appointment if you were in there for seven straight years!"
"Yeah," Ashley agreed, "You were in there for so long, I had to eat all seventeen of your Get Well Soon cakes," he stated and licked some frosting off his fingers. "Mmm, Gieketastic!"
"Chester, now that you're out of Dr. Peckington McBeaksalot's Funhouse, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," INOATGWWSACGH began, "You see, this isn't easy for me to say, but…I'd like you to meet our seven-year-old kid. He was born shortly after you started your appointment with Dr. McBeaksalot." INOATGWWSACGH turned and gestured toward the igloo.
"BAHH!" a white-tailed goat muttered as he chewed a piece of grass.
Chester Gieke looked puzzled. "I was gone so long that you had to adopt a goat to keep you company? And where did he get that piece of grass that is in his mouth in Antarctica?"
"No, no, that's not the kid," INOATGWWSACGH insisted. "I actually have no idea where that goat came from. Anyway, your kid is over there." She pointed in the distance to a cactus that was uncharacteristically growing in the middle of Antarctica. A voice exclaimed, "DADDY!"
Chester Gieke, now even more confused to hear a voice coming from a cactus, decided that he wasn't going to ask any more questions. I mean, at least his kid wasn't a goat. He guessed that a cactus was a step up. "Hey, uh, little buddy?" Chester Gieke apprehensively said and he approached the cactus. He stretched out his arms and gave it a big embrace. Then he noticed that his actual kid was standing behind the cactus.
"DADDY!" the kid repeated. The kid walked forward, stepped around the cactus (like a normal person), and hugged the gigantic igloo.
"Hey, I say it's an improvement," Ashley Pitts responded while taking a bite of Chester Gieke's eighteenth Get Well Soon cake.
"Ashley, I can't believe I have to say this, but did you check to make sure that there wasn't a candle on those cakes before you ate them?" INOATGWWSACGH asked, now only mildly interested in this first meeting of father and child.
"Psh, checking things is for wimps," Ashley responded.
"But one of those candles may have been on fire!" INOATGWWSACGH exclaimed.
"Not eating fire is for wimps," Ashley responded.
"Ashley, do you remember what happens in our universe when somebody blows out a candle? Or MULTIPLE?" INOATGWWSACGH asked.
Suddenly, a burst of light exploded around Ashley Pitts, and an elderly Ashley Pitts took his place. Then, the burst of light exploded again, and a toddler Ashley Pitts fell from the sky.
"We must still have some of the cheat codes on," Chester Gieke explained, still stuck in his embrace with the cactus. "Hey! Wait a minute…" Chester Gieke began, an idea hatching in his brain (or maybe it was a penguin, who knows?) "MOTHERLODE! MOTHERLODE! MOTHERLODE!" Chester shouted.
A few seconds later, three huge sacks of money fell from the sky and knocked into the roof of the igloo, shattering it into a million pieces.
"DADDY!" the child cried, racing over to the remains. The child crouched down on the snow before turning to Chester and shooting him a glare. "You killed my father!"
"What? No! I mean, yes. But it was an accident, I swear!" Chester said, "I didn't mean to-uh...what's your name, kid?"
As the kid answered this question, a giant floating train rushed by and created such a loud sound that nobody could hear the kid's response.
"Sorry, I missed that," Chester Gieke said once the train had passed. "Could you say it once more?"
"Sure," the kid replied. "It's-"
Suddenly, the mysterious floating train came back again, this time carrying large purple pumpkins in each car. The train's roar was even louder this time, although it sounded like the ice cream truck music for who knows what reason.
Chester shook his head. "Again!"
"Okay, but this is the final time!" the kid exclaimed. "MY NAME IS-"
Suddenly, an alien spaceship abducted them all, including the goat, broken igloo, and Dr. Peckington McBeaksalot, and took them to the biggest dump on earth: Cleveland, Ohio. Then, the aliens decided that would be too cruel, so they just dumped them all in an empty lot in Strangetown.
"Oh yeah," Chester Gieke chimed, taking a look at the barren surroundings, "This is mildly better."
Then, they all somehow adjusted to the new ecosystem with no problems and lived happily ever after...unless they don't, by which I mean, unless we decide to resurrect this thing again in seven more years.
THE END!