Chapter 20

I stood still. I felt a soft breeze brush through, hitting my face, and blowing through my hair. I took a deep breath, and reveled in the silence. I'm not sure why I paused there for so long, maybe it was because I finally knew, it was over. Or maybe it was simply to mourn Mr. Wright/Tragic Clown. I glanced around. I didn't hear the dramatic Death music, or see the Grim Reaper appear. And then I wondered why I expected him in the first place. I got off of my knees, and slowly trudged through the graveyard. A soothing mist appeared around the graveyard, and I felt a slight chill. I saw then, that ghosts were appearing everywhere. Huh, it must be midnight. Normally, adults shield their children from the truth about ghosts, but I've heard about many teenagers who'd sneak out in the middle of the night to see the ghosts at midnight. Wonder why I never did that…

"Wha…what…I'm alive!" a voice declared.

I swerved around to see a clown in makeup and a clown suit, shaking himself frantically.

"I can't believe it, I'm alive!" the clown repeated, but nobody was listening.

I watched as the clown ran off madly, jumping up and down in the air. I walked over to where he was once standing, and there was a gravestone that caught my eye.

Tragic Clown 950 Days Old

Great achiever and role model, but had a curse that lasted him more than a lifetime.

I watched, as the name on the gravestone shifted and changed, from Tragic Clown to Will Wright. What did it all mean? I was in a daze, what should I do now? Now that I didn't have Mr. Wright guiding me, how was I suppose to know what to do? I looked around, and noticed that Boinky wasn't in his hiding spot by the grove of trees. Suddenly I was pulled back by my neck and into a cloud of light brown dust and dirt.

"You have it, give it to me!" I heard a male voice command, as we struggled.

Got what? Does he mean the Controller? Is this guy going to try to steal the Controller? And am I going to give it to him? Um…no. I thrashed around, trying to anticipate his blows. He seemed to be a rather thin guy, but was still pretty strong despite that. I myself, never having been very Athletic, or a very good fighter, could feel myself losing to him. But then, I heard him scream, and he released himself from me. I was thrown out of the dust cloud, but the man was still fighting, although I couldn't see another person fighting him. In fact, it was like he was fighting himself, grabbing various parts of his body and thrashing about wildly. I looked left and right, trying to find who was fighting my fight for me. I then heard a very loud crashing noise, like a piece of pottery had been smashed. I then saw that it had been Buddy the Mysterious Mr. Gnome and Mrs. Buddy who'd been fighting him. Despite the fact that he'd just been fighting two pieces of inanimate plastic, he still looked winded and heavily beaten. The gnomes however, had been completely shattered beyond repair.

"Who, who are…you?" I asked.

The man didn't reply, facing downwards, refusing to look me in the eye.

"Well, whoever…you are…you're not staying." I declared.

I pulled the Controller out of my inventory. The man suddenly looked up at me with a look of utter terror, as if anticipating something horrible. I glanced onto the Controller, I noticed some text had appeared on its screen.

End him, and he'll never bother you again.

I knew I had a say in this. If the Controller truly wanted him dead, it wouldn't even have told me to do anything. Did I want to end his life? I took a better look at the guy. He had light skin, short dark brown hair, a bit of an aftershave and blue eyes with horn rimmed glasses. He was wearing a bright blue tee-shirt and black skinny jeans with matching black sneakers. As far as I could tell, he was a normal Sim. But, why would he come after the Controller? Everyone knows how powerful and all-knowing the Controller is, it's very evident from the ever-present PlumbBobs over our heads. Seeking it out would be life-threatening. But then, I looked down at the Controller, shimmering against the moonlight. If there was a chance you could control the Controller, would you take it? I guess some would, like this guy here. But, nobody truly controlled the Controller did they? The Controller has a mind of its own, and many of its decisions we have absolutely no control over. And so I looked to the man, who was still cowering on the ground. I pressed a button on the Controller, and the man was whizzed away by bright blue and yellow lights.

I found Boinky passed out, having been thrown into a bank of bushes. I got him back into my car as best as I could. I checked my inventory. Mr. and Mrs. Buddy's shattered bodies had become gravestones, which I had placed in my inventory. I drove home, and turned on the radio. I looked at Boinky. He looked so peaceful, it was like he was asleep.

"I couldn't do it Boinky, I'm sorry.".

Many Days Later

Boinky and I have finally moved out of our hometown of Sunset Valley and into the new hip, bustling town of Pleasantview. It's for the best, there's more children in Pleasantview than in Sunset Valley, which will be good for Marcus and Melissa, our two children. Marcus was a child attending school and Melissa was a toddler, who was playing in the next room. Tommy decided to stay in Sunset Valley to take care of Mom, who still hasn't gotten over her cooking obsession. Speaking of cooking, I smell something burning in the kitchen. Boinky must be home early, probably trying to surprise me with something he "cooked" himself. It's sweet when he tries. I sat at my desk by my computer, now being an established professional writer, I have to commit hours of my time to work on my books. Along with that, I also receive occasional requests from the Controller. While I still don't know everything about it, I've learned that it can't do everything on its own, and must have an active Sim to get things done. And since I've built up resistance to the Controller through the exercises Mr. Wright taught me, so now, it must ask me to do things it wants, and I can choose to do them or not. As for the controlling side, I haven't done anything very drastic. I might have bumped up Boinky's popularity and raised Marcus's grades once or twice, but hey, can't I indulge myself? After all, isn't that what Mr. Wright wanted? Wait, no, he wanted Sims to be free of the Controller, yes, that's what he wanted! Why haven't I realized it sooner? But, how could I do that? Perhaps I could just simply break the Controller, would that work? Yeah, that would work, wouldn't it? Hmm, but, to be completely honest, I don't want to give up this life. The only reason why our lives are so fortunate is because of the Controller. Would our lives still be this fortunate if the Controller were gone? No, no that's selfish thinking. I would be just as bad as that man who tried to steal it from me back at the graveyard. I'll go destroy it now. I got out of my chair and marched to the door. But when I opened the door, I was greeted by a blazing inferno.

Tommy returned home from a day of work at the Military Base. He'd quit his job as a Test Subject at the Science Facility after a wonderful miracle had happened. One day he woke up and suddenly he was very Brave and Athletic. But luckily, he still kept his love of plants and gardening. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the News. There, the top story was that a house belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Heroor had burned to the ground, killing two Sims, acclaimed author Mrs. Cindy Heroor and Melissa Heroor, her youngest child. The husband, the renowned Magician, Mr. Boinky Heroor was away at work at the time of the fire, and their eldest son, Marcus Heroor, was at school. Tommy listened to the entire story with his jaw gaping wide. He turned off the television when the story ended, and stared some more at the blank screen. He finally gathered the strength to say the words,

"They're gonna pay for this.".

The End

Author's Note: So you guys, while there is a sequel planned for The Green PlumbBob, I already have another Sim Fanfiction already in the works, so there will be a sequel, just not right after I finish The Green PlumbBob.