JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE
Fox Mulder hated Mondays. He hated them with a passion, there was no worse day of the week besides a Monday. And, to make things worse it was the Monday after a very uneventful case, and one hell of a lecture from Skinner, for going on said idiotic case.
And, to top it all off, Scully actually said, 'I told you so'! The nerve. One of the only times she's ever right about a case, and she had the audacity to tell him, 'I told you so'.
So, there he was, sitting at his desk, staring at the blank screen (he was supposed to being a field report, but, that didn't seem likely) being bored out of his mind. When, from no where, he hears this muffled--yet bloodcurdling--scream. His ears perked (the way a dog's would) and he quickly glanced around the room. No telling where the noise had come from. Millions of things were running through his mind; spirits, aliens (well, not really, but anytime something strange happened, he automatically went to aliens), or some off-his-rocker Agent snapped and killed somebody. He figured he was the only one crazy enough in the building to do something like that, so that left aliens and ghost.
Then he heard it again, quite, bone chilling. It was definitely a female's voice, of that he was sure.
Then he heard laughter. Albeit a muffled laughter, but laughter nonetheless. Who would be laughing?
Then it hit him, it was Scully laughing.
Well, his day just got a bit more interesting. He got up out of his chair and started walking to Scully's "corner" to see what she was up too. "Scully?" He questioned, walking up behind her seat.
She twirled around, "what?"
"Why are you laughing?"
Her face flushed, "laughing? I wasn't laughing."
"Yes, I heard you laughing."
"No, Mulder, you must be hearing things."
"Look, I may be 'spooky' but I'm not crazy."
She mumbled something about begging to differ and went back to whatever she was doing on the computer. He examined the screen, confused.
"Scully, what are you playing?"
"Huh?" She looked back at him again, then back at the screen. "Oh, you mean this? It's the Sims."
"The Sims?"
"Come on Mulder, don't tell me you've never heard of the Sims before."
"Alright, I won't tell you."
"You've honestly never heard of the Sims."
"Gods honest truth. So. What is it?"
"It's a game…where you have little people, who's lives you're in…er…control of. You pick their jobs, love interest, things like that."
"So, you're basically playing God?"
She furrowed her brow, thinking. "Eh, I guess so."
Then he heard it again, the screams that had so perked his interest. He gazed at the computer, only then fully comprehending what was going on in the game. "Scully! That chick is on fire!"
She looked back at the computer, "so she is."
"You want her to be on fire?"
"Yeah…I mean, of course not. There's nothing I can do now. She's already dead."
"So, you're just going to sit there while she burns to death."
"Looks like."
"Wow, that's really morbid."
"Surprisingly fun, though."
Mulder stared at her in amazement. This was definitely a side of his partner he had never seen before. The video game was one thing, but actually intending upon killing one of her "Sims" was not like Scully.
The Grim Reaper came to claim the poor soul that Scully had burned to death, and a grave appeared in the yard. Then a box popped up on the screen. He read the box, shocked.
"Diana Fowley?!"
a/n: ok, so, I'm not too sure how good this is. I just wanted to write a short fic, add in some humor, and kill Diana (even if it's not really her, it still has the same affect)! Lol, anyway, not planning on doing more, but I might do another. Maybe. Depends solely on my muse. Oh! Guess what! I passed my permit test, I got my permit. Yea for me. And, I drove our Suburban, too (wasn't the first time I drove it, but it still amazes me that I can drive something so big!) Anyway, no flames to hot! And, warm fuzzies are always welcome.
OH:
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the x-files, stop badgering me about it. There's only so much I can take! :calms down: ok then. Sims are most definitely not mine, though, it'd be nice if they were. I'd be very rich. So, if anybody wants to give me the Sims for a belated b-day present (or even a congrats on my permit) i'd be perfectly fine with it! :wink, wink:
Fox Mulder hated Mondays. He hated them with a passion, there was no worse day of the week besides a Monday. And, to make things worse it was the Monday after a very uneventful case, and one hell of a lecture from Skinner, for going on said idiotic case.
And, to top it all off, Scully actually said, 'I told you so'! The nerve. One of the only times she's ever right about a case, and she had the audacity to tell him, 'I told you so'.
So, there he was, sitting at his desk, staring at the blank screen (he was supposed to being a field report, but, that didn't seem likely) being bored out of his mind. When, from no where, he hears this muffled--yet bloodcurdling--scream. His ears perked (the way a dog's would) and he quickly glanced around the room. No telling where the noise had come from. Millions of things were running through his mind; spirits, aliens (well, not really, but anytime something strange happened, he automatically went to aliens), or some off-his-rocker Agent snapped and killed somebody. He figured he was the only one crazy enough in the building to do something like that, so that left aliens and ghost.
Then he heard it again, quite, bone chilling. It was definitely a female's voice, of that he was sure.
Then he heard laughter. Albeit a muffled laughter, but laughter nonetheless. Who would be laughing?
Then it hit him, it was Scully laughing.
Well, his day just got a bit more interesting. He got up out of his chair and started walking to Scully's "corner" to see what she was up too. "Scully?" He questioned, walking up behind her seat.
She twirled around, "what?"
"Why are you laughing?"
Her face flushed, "laughing? I wasn't laughing."
"Yes, I heard you laughing."
"No, Mulder, you must be hearing things."
"Look, I may be 'spooky' but I'm not crazy."
She mumbled something about begging to differ and went back to whatever she was doing on the computer. He examined the screen, confused.
"Scully, what are you playing?"
"Huh?" She looked back at him again, then back at the screen. "Oh, you mean this? It's the Sims."
"The Sims?"
"Come on Mulder, don't tell me you've never heard of the Sims before."
"Alright, I won't tell you."
"You've honestly never heard of the Sims."
"Gods honest truth. So. What is it?"
"It's a game…where you have little people, who's lives you're in…er…control of. You pick their jobs, love interest, things like that."
"So, you're basically playing God?"
She furrowed her brow, thinking. "Eh, I guess so."
Then he heard it again, the screams that had so perked his interest. He gazed at the computer, only then fully comprehending what was going on in the game. "Scully! That chick is on fire!"
She looked back at the computer, "so she is."
"You want her to be on fire?"
"Yeah…I mean, of course not. There's nothing I can do now. She's already dead."
"So, you're just going to sit there while she burns to death."
"Looks like."
"Wow, that's really morbid."
"Surprisingly fun, though."
Mulder stared at her in amazement. This was definitely a side of his partner he had never seen before. The video game was one thing, but actually intending upon killing one of her "Sims" was not like Scully.
The Grim Reaper came to claim the poor soul that Scully had burned to death, and a grave appeared in the yard. Then a box popped up on the screen. He read the box, shocked.
"Diana Fowley?!"
a/n: ok, so, I'm not too sure how good this is. I just wanted to write a short fic, add in some humor, and kill Diana (even if it's not really her, it still has the same affect)! Lol, anyway, not planning on doing more, but I might do another. Maybe. Depends solely on my muse. Oh! Guess what! I passed my permit test, I got my permit. Yea for me. And, I drove our Suburban, too (wasn't the first time I drove it, but it still amazes me that I can drive something so big!) Anyway, no flames to hot! And, warm fuzzies are always welcome.
OH:
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the x-files, stop badgering me about it. There's only so much I can take! :calms down: ok then. Sims are most definitely not mine, though, it'd be nice if they were. I'd be very rich. So, if anybody wants to give me the Sims for a belated b-day present (or even a congrats on my permit) i'd be perfectly fine with it! :wink, wink: