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Pixie Dust Bunny: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you liked it.
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Samantha: Thank you for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed my strange story.
The freaky one: You know, I don't really see her playing the sims, either. And, I've never had a contest to see how fast you can kill them before, but I just might now!
DDstalker: I'm glad you lived it! Here's the next chapter you asked for.
Angel LeeAnn: I love that she killed Diana, too! Thanks for the review.
Blondevor: I'm glad my story gave you a 'monday morning laugh'! You're welcome.
Rach: I know! I was thinking about that the other day, whilst watching the X-files. Diana's really ugly! It's uncanny if you ask me. And, like I said to 'the freaky one' I don't really see her doing that, either. But, that's what makes it so fun! Here's the other channel you asked for.
CHAPTER TWO
Dana couldn't believe it, she was late. Dana was never late. Never. Damn police officers, do they not know who she is??? She's Special Agent Dana Scully. That's who. Emphasis on the Special.
He wasn't bad looking though.
"Should've gotten his number." She muttered to herself as she walked into the chilly basement office.
"Huh?" Mulder said, looking at her over the rim of his computer.
"Nothing, I was talking to myself." She set her things down and shed her coat, immediately regretting it. It was cold! She put it back on and went to her corner of the room. 'I really need a desk.' She thought as she looked at the sad area. It was almost messier than Mulder's desk. Key word, almost.
She sighed and brought up 'Word', then stated to haphazardly finish her field report. It would definitely not be her best, but, it'd still be much better than Mulder's. If he even did his this time.
She finished in 20 minutes, then looked at her clock. She still had hours to go until the end of the work day, and there were no interesting cases. 'Damn,' she thought, 'I must be going crazy, I actually want to go on one of Mulder's pointless cases!'
She shook her head to rid herself of the thought and threw a look over her shoulder, good, Mulder was still busy at his computer. She, very stealthily, turned off the volume to her computer, and loaded her 'The Sims: Superstar' disk into the hard drive. It took a few minutes to start up, as per norm, but she finally got to her game.
She surveyed all the people she had created, there was Skinner, her mother, Dia--no wait, she killed Diana the day before--, Krycheck (still had to kill him…but would be hard, even the 'Sim' version of him was sexy--not that she thought Krycheck was sexy or anything, that would be like blasphemy, no, no, she didn't think Krycheck was sexy. Now Mulder…)
She shook her head again, 'no impure thoughts whilst working!' She scolded herself. 'Especially not about Krycheck!'
But, Mulder. Mmmm.
More head shaking, 'stop!'
Back to her 'Sims'. There was a Sim Dana, Mulder, Phoebe, CSM (who strangely married Diana before she died, hmm), Deep Throat (ok, so, she brought him back from the dead, no biggie), X (also, back from the dead), and her family. She decided on Phoebe. It'd been lots of fun watching Diana burn the day before.
'Ok.' She thought, 'maybe that's a little morbid, but what the hell, the bitch deserved it!!' She thought a second, 'Ok, Scully, don't get so carried away.'
She decided that today, she'd pick a different method of elimination. The way she saw it, she had two other choices (or at least, two other choices she'd found out about so far), she could drown her, or she could starve her to death.
Well, with the drowning there's no pleading for help, but, the starvation, that was always fun.
'Crazy, you're crazy!' A little voice in the back of her mind screamed, she pushed it aside, like usual.
So began the starvation. As Phoebe's hunger grew, everything else declined. And, as an extra, Scully made her have to use the bathroom so bad that she pissed all over herself. Scully always got a kick out of that one.
'Sick and demented. That's what you are Scully, sick and demented.' Dana said.
'So. At least I'm channeling my anger into this, instead of actually going out there and killing them.' Countered Scully.
'What's wrong with that?'
Scully thought, Dana was making a valid point. What was wrong with it? 'Uh…er…it's illegal.'
'Alright, so you win. Go ahead, torture.'
Scully knew she'd win against Dana, she always did. She went back to her torture.
Scully had been quiet all day. But, Mulder had yet to notice. He himself was too busy to care.
The whole 'Sims' incident with Scully the day before had gotten him interested. Very interested. So interested in fact that he'd gotten on her game…he was a bit shocked to see that she had made a 'Sim' version of him. That version of him was alone too, go figure.
He made his own family, in a different neighborhood. And, quite frankly, he'd gotten addicted. It took him all that he had to delete the game so that Scully wouldn't know he played it. And, after he did he ran out to the nearest store and bought the game for himself. As of now, he was getting his own little 'Sim' world started. He had 3 families, none completed. But, unlike Scully, he didn't have any of the people he knew in his game. Well, except for one. If Scully could get her revenge on the people in his life she didn't like, why couldn't he do the same?
So, that's what he was doing. Screwing up the life of the one person in Scully's life he couldn't stand. But, it was with good reason! Then again, as was Scully's. And, Scully was right, torturing people was surprisingly fun, at least the 'Sim' version of said people.
"Mulder. What are you doing?" Scully called from her side of the room. Damn, she'd gotten off of her game, now she noticed he was busy with something of his own.
"Eh, nothing." He said, feigning innocence.
She got out of her seat in the same manor he had the day before, walked over to his desk, and peered at his computer.
"You got 'The Sims'?"
He nodded his head.
"Mulder, you're drowning that man!"
He looked at the computer and cocked his head to one side, "so I am."
"Well, who is he? Krycheck?"
He shook his head.
"CSM?"
"Nope."
"Any member of the syndicate?"
"Nah."
"Then, who?"
He didn't say anything. The man drowned and the Grim Reaper came, a box popped up informing Mulder of the death of one of his 'Sims'.
"Bill Scully...MULDER, MY BROTHER!"
FINI
a/n: why you people wanted another chapter, I don't know. But, here it is. As I said before, I don't own 'The Sims'. You know, this story is very sadistic. I mean, yeah, I kill people on 'The Sims' from time to time. But. When you look at it, it's a bit cruel and unusual. Ah, oh well, at least it's fun. Lol. Anyway, if you want another chapter, I'll try to come up with something, but I'm not sure. For now though, we'll end it at that. Just tell me if you want another
Pixie Dust Bunny: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you liked it.
. : Ok, nice name, anyway. Here's the next chapter you wanted.
Samantha: Thank you for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed my strange story.
The freaky one: You know, I don't really see her playing the sims, either. And, I've never had a contest to see how fast you can kill them before, but I just might now!
DDstalker: I'm glad you lived it! Here's the next chapter you asked for.
Angel LeeAnn: I love that she killed Diana, too! Thanks for the review.
Blondevor: I'm glad my story gave you a 'monday morning laugh'! You're welcome.
Rach: I know! I was thinking about that the other day, whilst watching the X-files. Diana's really ugly! It's uncanny if you ask me. And, like I said to 'the freaky one' I don't really see her doing that, either. But, that's what makes it so fun! Here's the other channel you asked for.
CHAPTER TWO
Dana couldn't believe it, she was late. Dana was never late. Never. Damn police officers, do they not know who she is??? She's Special Agent Dana Scully. That's who. Emphasis on the Special.
He wasn't bad looking though.
"Should've gotten his number." She muttered to herself as she walked into the chilly basement office.
"Huh?" Mulder said, looking at her over the rim of his computer.
"Nothing, I was talking to myself." She set her things down and shed her coat, immediately regretting it. It was cold! She put it back on and went to her corner of the room. 'I really need a desk.' She thought as she looked at the sad area. It was almost messier than Mulder's desk. Key word, almost.
She sighed and brought up 'Word', then stated to haphazardly finish her field report. It would definitely not be her best, but, it'd still be much better than Mulder's. If he even did his this time.
She finished in 20 minutes, then looked at her clock. She still had hours to go until the end of the work day, and there were no interesting cases. 'Damn,' she thought, 'I must be going crazy, I actually want to go on one of Mulder's pointless cases!'
She shook her head to rid herself of the thought and threw a look over her shoulder, good, Mulder was still busy at his computer. She, very stealthily, turned off the volume to her computer, and loaded her 'The Sims: Superstar' disk into the hard drive. It took a few minutes to start up, as per norm, but she finally got to her game.
She surveyed all the people she had created, there was Skinner, her mother, Dia--no wait, she killed Diana the day before--, Krycheck (still had to kill him…but would be hard, even the 'Sim' version of him was sexy--not that she thought Krycheck was sexy or anything, that would be like blasphemy, no, no, she didn't think Krycheck was sexy. Now Mulder…)
She shook her head again, 'no impure thoughts whilst working!' She scolded herself. 'Especially not about Krycheck!'
But, Mulder. Mmmm.
More head shaking, 'stop!'
Back to her 'Sims'. There was a Sim Dana, Mulder, Phoebe, CSM (who strangely married Diana before she died, hmm), Deep Throat (ok, so, she brought him back from the dead, no biggie), X (also, back from the dead), and her family. She decided on Phoebe. It'd been lots of fun watching Diana burn the day before.
'Ok.' She thought, 'maybe that's a little morbid, but what the hell, the bitch deserved it!!' She thought a second, 'Ok, Scully, don't get so carried away.'
She decided that today, she'd pick a different method of elimination. The way she saw it, she had two other choices (or at least, two other choices she'd found out about so far), she could drown her, or she could starve her to death.
Well, with the drowning there's no pleading for help, but, the starvation, that was always fun.
'Crazy, you're crazy!' A little voice in the back of her mind screamed, she pushed it aside, like usual.
So began the starvation. As Phoebe's hunger grew, everything else declined. And, as an extra, Scully made her have to use the bathroom so bad that she pissed all over herself. Scully always got a kick out of that one.
'Sick and demented. That's what you are Scully, sick and demented.' Dana said.
'So. At least I'm channeling my anger into this, instead of actually going out there and killing them.' Countered Scully.
'What's wrong with that?'
Scully thought, Dana was making a valid point. What was wrong with it? 'Uh…er…it's illegal.'
'Alright, so you win. Go ahead, torture.'
Scully knew she'd win against Dana, she always did. She went back to her torture.
Scully had been quiet all day. But, Mulder had yet to notice. He himself was too busy to care.
The whole 'Sims' incident with Scully the day before had gotten him interested. Very interested. So interested in fact that he'd gotten on her game…he was a bit shocked to see that she had made a 'Sim' version of him. That version of him was alone too, go figure.
He made his own family, in a different neighborhood. And, quite frankly, he'd gotten addicted. It took him all that he had to delete the game so that Scully wouldn't know he played it. And, after he did he ran out to the nearest store and bought the game for himself. As of now, he was getting his own little 'Sim' world started. He had 3 families, none completed. But, unlike Scully, he didn't have any of the people he knew in his game. Well, except for one. If Scully could get her revenge on the people in his life she didn't like, why couldn't he do the same?
So, that's what he was doing. Screwing up the life of the one person in Scully's life he couldn't stand. But, it was with good reason! Then again, as was Scully's. And, Scully was right, torturing people was surprisingly fun, at least the 'Sim' version of said people.
"Mulder. What are you doing?" Scully called from her side of the room. Damn, she'd gotten off of her game, now she noticed he was busy with something of his own.
"Eh, nothing." He said, feigning innocence.
She got out of her seat in the same manor he had the day before, walked over to his desk, and peered at his computer.
"You got 'The Sims'?"
He nodded his head.
"Mulder, you're drowning that man!"
He looked at the computer and cocked his head to one side, "so I am."
"Well, who is he? Krycheck?"
He shook his head.
"CSM?"
"Nope."
"Any member of the syndicate?"
"Nah."
"Then, who?"
He didn't say anything. The man drowned and the Grim Reaper came, a box popped up informing Mulder of the death of one of his 'Sims'.
"Bill Scully...MULDER, MY BROTHER!"
FINI
a/n: why you people wanted another chapter, I don't know. But, here it is. As I said before, I don't own 'The Sims'. You know, this story is very sadistic. I mean, yeah, I kill people on 'The Sims' from time to time. But. When you look at it, it's a bit cruel and unusual. Ah, oh well, at least it's fun. Lol. Anyway, if you want another chapter, I'll try to come up with something, but I'm not sure. For now though, we'll end it at that. Just tell me if you want another