Chapter 3: Leo's Cooking.
Donatello sighed after coming out of the dojo. The purple bandanna turtle wanted to relax after completing his morning work out. One thing came to mind. Like an obsession, Donatello turned on his computer and loaded up the 'Sims Unleashed'. He rubbed his hands together and began to play.
Five minutes into the game, SimLeo passionately kissed SimVenus.
"What the?" Donatello said startled, not expecting that to happen. Unfortunately, SimLeo and SimVenus kissed in front on SimMike and SimDon. "This is going to get ugly," Donatello murmured.
Jealous, SimDon slapped SimLeo across the face. SimMike slapped SimVenus, then slapped SimDon. Angry, SimVenus slapped SimMike. In retaliation, SimLeo slapped SimVenus. SimDon then slapped SimLeo… and the slapping continued. While all this was happening, SimRaph managed to get another body point using the exercise machine.
Donatello groaned at the chaos in front of him. "What's happening Don?" Leonardo asked, heading over the computer. Curious, the rest of the turtles followed.
"Everyone's gone slap happy," Donatello moaned, desperately trying to stop the sims from hitting each other.
"What's this?" Venus asked, wanting to be included.
"With this game, Donatello has built a replica of our household. There's me, Mike, Don, Raph, Klunk and that's you," Leonardo explained, pointing to the various sims in order.
"Oh, I see," Venus said in understanding. She examined the computer game more closely. "How come there's a red heart beside my face?" Venus asked curiously.
"… … Never mind, Venus. Never mind," Donatello, Leonardo and Michaelangelo answered nervously in unison. Venus and Raphael eyed them suspiciously.
"Wimps," Raphael muttered.
Donatello wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand after finally stopping all the slapping. Trying to keep his sim brothers occupied, he ordered SimDon to make a potion, SimMike to play with the stray dog down the street and commanded SimVenus to paint a picture using the art easel. Unfortunately, Donatello forgot about SimLeo.
All that slapping had made SimLeo hungry. The starving sim opened the refrigerator and took out some food. SimLeo then started to cook the food on the basic stove. Because SimLeo lacked skills in cooking, a fire was inevitable.
The simulated fire quickly consumed the basic stove. SimLeo stepped back in alarm. Donatello didn't buy a fire detector for his sims simply because he wanted to make an exact replica of their own lair.
The turtles watched the computer screen in horror as they watched a simulated fire slowly destroy their simulated home. The fire spread across the kitchen, turning the kitchen appliances into piles of ash and blocking access to the phone; the only chance for help. By now, all of the sims were panicking, standing ridiculously close to the fire. Concerned, Donatello ordered his sims to get away, trying to get them occupied. He knew that the fire would go out eventually.
SimKlunk who was stupidly chasing his tail was suddenly caught up in the blaze. The Grim Reaper appeared and began to chant. SimMike took up the option of begging for SimKlunk's life. Luckily, the Grim Reaper was kind and revived SimKlunk… as a zombie. Unfortunately, begging for SimKlunk's life meant that SimMike had to come close to the fire.
SimMike screamed in pain as the fire ravaged over his computerised body. SimLeo desperately tried to extinguish SimMike's flame. He failed. The Grim Reaper appeared once again. SimVenus tried to beg for mercy, but the Grim Reaper disagreed. A small urn was left as a reminder.
A tear traveled down Mike's face. "I was killed by Leo's cooking," the turtle sniffled. Leonardo hung his head in shame.
"Leo…" Donatello started, his voice in a very serious tone. "Don't you ever cook," he completed, staring wide-eyed at the computer screen.
The fire continued to burn for another sim day. By now the kitchen and the bathroom were reduced to piles of ash, meaning that the remaining sims had no food and had to resort to wetting their pants if they wanted to release their bladders.
SimDon was now getting desperate for food, as he still hadn't eaten since they all went slaphappy. SimDon hungrily eyed the potion that he had made earlier. The brainy sim suspiciously looked around before drinking the flask's bright lime green contents. SimDon coughed and wheezed. The horrible tasting potion's negative effects quickly took place as SimDon's 'Needs' bars rapidly depleted. A few sim hours later, SimDon starved to death. Once again the Grim Reaper refused to revive the sim when SimVenus begged him. An urn was left as a reminder.
"NOOOO!" Donatello called out in despair.
"Don… I want you to get rid of your chemistry set…" Leo said in a very serious tone, taking the game as a bad omen. Mike was still crying from his own simulated death, whining about how Leo killed him.
"All I wanted to do was to make a realistic replica of our household, but I guess we went too far by trying to put everyone's perspective of their own lives, or sense of realism into the one game. It lead to total destruction!" Donatello said sadly.
A few moments later, the fire finally burned itself out. SimVenus, SimLeonardo and SimRaphael started to sweep the colossal piles of ash that filled the room.
Splinter walked out of his study and looked at his students huddled around the computer. He examined their tearful expressions. "What is wrong my students?" Splinter questioned them.
"Leo's cooking killed me!" Mike exclaimed, sniffling. Splinter raised and eyebrow at this. The ancient rat looked towards Leonardo for an explanation.
"Donatello bought a computer game and has made a replica of our household," Leonardo reported sadly.
"Donatello. What is the meaning of this? Why create and spend your time communicating with a fake family when you can spend time communicating with the real thing. The game is not real, Donatello. But your family is. Now, I'd like you all to come to the dojo as I have something to show you all," Splinter said. Everyone obeyed Splinter's command except for Donatello who remained at his computer desk.
"Donatello, come!" Splinter said sternly.
"But I just have to quit the game…" Donatello tried to explain, but a look from Splinter told him otherwise. Obediently, he went into the dojo. Splinter chuckled to himself and curiously looked over towards the computer. The question 'Do you want to save?' was on the screen. Deciding that Donatello would like to have the thing saved, Splinter clicked 'Yes'. "Kids," Splinter chuckled before going to the dojo himself.