a/n: again, I'm writing another chapter on the suggestion's of my reviewers. I'll continue to write as long as you want me too, considering I can keep coming up with ideas.
Thanks to all that reviewed!
Pixie Dust Bunny: Thanks for the suggestion, I'll keep it in mind. I'm glad you find my story funny!
Samantha: Thank you for the review, I'm glad you like it.
Rach: I understand the word you misspelled, I'm a horrible speller too, you're not alone! Thanks for the review!
LVB: My thoughts exactly. Phoebe is evil!! Here's the other chapter you requested.
thefreakyone: you know, schizo does describe her well! Glad you're liking it.
DDstalker: Here's the other chapter you wanted so much. And thanks for the suggestion, I'll keep it in mind, too.
JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE 3
It was late when Krycheck snuck into the basement office. He was on a mission, and, not one planned by that bastard of a boss, CSM. No, he was on a mission of his own.
Truth be told, he'd been watching them (well, Scully mostly), and, when he noticed her so enthralled with something at her computer (same thing with Mulder), he just had to know what in the world it was. So there he was, sneaking into the basement office at 2:30 am. He would've left sooner, except for the fact two nameless agents were going at it in the elevators, two nameless male agents.
Krycheck shuddered and ran for the bathrooms, losing his dinner in the toilet. That image was something he never wanted to think about again.
He cleaned up and crept back down into the basement, taking the stairs. No way in hell he'd ever take that damn elevator again.
He went to Scully's computer first, and started it. It loaded up and the password protect and popped up. He tried everything that he could think of; trustno1, Katherine, Dana, Scully, Dana Katherine Scully, Spooky, and even IceQueen, before he finally typed in the right password; Mrs.Scully. The computer finished loading and the first thing he noticed was an icon for a game called 'The Sims'. Could this be what Scully was so captivated by? Surely she wouldn't be spending her work day playing a computer game.
Then again, she had spent years working with Mulder. Maybe he'd rubbed off on her. It was I nevitable, bound to happen sooner or later.
He double clicked on the icon and watched the game load, dancing to the music that was playing along with it. He frowned when the music stopped before he was finished with his 'sexy white man' dance. After he was done pouting he looked around the neighborhood that loaded.
"Hey!" He exclaimed upon a discovery, "that's me!" He clicked on the house Scully had him lilving in. He was happy that Scully would take the time to make a 'Sim' version of his self.
"She wants me." He said to the stapler lying next to her computer, it didn't answer, just stared back at him.
"Hey! What are you looking at?"
It still wouldn't answer. He picked it up and hurled it across the room, it slammed into the door.
"Ha ha, take that, bitch." He called after the stapler.
He turned his attention back to the computer, and his 'Sim' life. His 'Sim' home wasn't very big, or furnished for some strange reason, unknown to him. There were swarms of flies and cochoroche's throughout the house. There wasn't even a bed! Or a toilet. As he watched, the 'Sim' version of him pissed his pants, then started crying!
Krycheck felt his own tears coming on. How could Scully treat him with such cruelty? She wanted him. She couldn't possibly have done this. Mulder must have gotten onto her computer, and changed everything. Yeah, that was it. Mulder was jealous of the fact that Scully wanted Krycheck, and not him. So, he screwed up the 'Sim' Krycheck's life up.
"That bitch!" Krycheck said, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'll show him!"
Mulder made sure to be at work bright and early Wednesday. His 'Sim' neighborhood was just getting started, and he was addicted. Scully had hit him with her shoe after he killed the 'Sim' version of her brother, and there was a nasty bruise, she would have been wearing pumps that day. Why did she do that? Wear pumps? It wasn't like they were easy to run in.
Not that he knew from experience or anything.
He rode down the elevator in silence, his nose crinkled. It smelled horrible! He plugged his nose and waited until it reached the basement, to lazy to get off and walk down the stairs. Relieved when the doors opened, he rushed out, thanking God he could finally breath again.
He walked into the office whistling one of the songs from the game. He set his things down by his desk and immediately started up his computer, lying his feet on the top of his desk, leaning back in his chair.
Maybe he shouldn't have gotten up so early, he started to doze off. Within minutes he was asleep.
Scully walked into the elevator and then quickly turned her on her heel and walked back out. It smelt bad. The only other time she could remember the elevator smelling like that was when she caught Agent Hopkins and Agent Kingsley together.
Oh, God. Not something she wanted to think about! Looked like the two didn't heed her warning. She fought to keep her breakfast down.
She walked down the stairs quickly, wanting to get away from the smell and the mental images as quickly as she possibly could. And, even that wasn't quick enough. She finally burst into the basement office, nearly gasping for breath.
Mulder had been sleeping in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk. When she came into the office, it must have startled him for he went flying backwards, landing in the floor.
Scully tried not to laugh, and she didn't. But, she couldn't help but giggle.
Mulder turned his chair upright, stood up and fixed his suit. He cleared his throat and threw an evil look at Scully.
"Morning, Mulder." She said with a snicker.
He scowled, "yeah. Whatever." He sat in his seat, and turned to his computer, mumbling something about a sore ass.
Scully only snickered again as she too sat in front of her computer. Oddly enough, it was already on. If she remembered correctly, it had been off when she left.
"Hmm." She said looking around her makeshift desk.
Wait a minute, where was stapy?
"Mulder, have you see stapey…er…my stapler?"
He looked at her, his right eyebrow raised almost up to his hairline. "Stapey?"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Never mind." He turned back to his computer.
Scully frantically searched the office, Stapey had to be somewhere. But where, oh, where could Stapey have run off too?
"That bitch." Scully mumbled to herself. "Leaving me like that, it's just rude."
"Huh?"
Scully turned around, looking at Mulder. "Huh?"
"What?"
"What?" She was confused.
"Never mind."
They both stared at each other for a moment before Mulder turned back to his computer and Scully back to her frantic search for Stapey.
After a few minutes of silence Mulder spoke again.
"What the hell happened to my game?!?!?"
a/n: Will Scully ever find Stapey? What happened to Mulder's game? Could I get any more crazy?
Review and you'll find out!
Feel free to make suggestions, I'll try to fit them in with the story. And, I'm not one of those writers who doesn't thank the reviewer for the suggestions used. It'll be known I used your suggestion. So, review away!
Thanks to all that reviewed!
Pixie Dust Bunny: Thanks for the suggestion, I'll keep it in mind. I'm glad you find my story funny!
Samantha: Thank you for the review, I'm glad you like it.
Rach: I understand the word you misspelled, I'm a horrible speller too, you're not alone! Thanks for the review!
LVB: My thoughts exactly. Phoebe is evil!! Here's the other chapter you requested.
thefreakyone: you know, schizo does describe her well! Glad you're liking it.
DDstalker: Here's the other chapter you wanted so much. And thanks for the suggestion, I'll keep it in mind, too.
JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE 3
It was late when Krycheck snuck into the basement office. He was on a mission, and, not one planned by that bastard of a boss, CSM. No, he was on a mission of his own.
Truth be told, he'd been watching them (well, Scully mostly), and, when he noticed her so enthralled with something at her computer (same thing with Mulder), he just had to know what in the world it was. So there he was, sneaking into the basement office at 2:30 am. He would've left sooner, except for the fact two nameless agents were going at it in the elevators, two nameless male agents.
Krycheck shuddered and ran for the bathrooms, losing his dinner in the toilet. That image was something he never wanted to think about again.
He cleaned up and crept back down into the basement, taking the stairs. No way in hell he'd ever take that damn elevator again.
He went to Scully's computer first, and started it. It loaded up and the password protect and popped up. He tried everything that he could think of; trustno1, Katherine, Dana, Scully, Dana Katherine Scully, Spooky, and even IceQueen, before he finally typed in the right password; Mrs.Scully. The computer finished loading and the first thing he noticed was an icon for a game called 'The Sims'. Could this be what Scully was so captivated by? Surely she wouldn't be spending her work day playing a computer game.
Then again, she had spent years working with Mulder. Maybe he'd rubbed off on her. It was I nevitable, bound to happen sooner or later.
He double clicked on the icon and watched the game load, dancing to the music that was playing along with it. He frowned when the music stopped before he was finished with his 'sexy white man' dance. After he was done pouting he looked around the neighborhood that loaded.
"Hey!" He exclaimed upon a discovery, "that's me!" He clicked on the house Scully had him lilving in. He was happy that Scully would take the time to make a 'Sim' version of his self.
"She wants me." He said to the stapler lying next to her computer, it didn't answer, just stared back at him.
"Hey! What are you looking at?"
It still wouldn't answer. He picked it up and hurled it across the room, it slammed into the door.
"Ha ha, take that, bitch." He called after the stapler.
He turned his attention back to the computer, and his 'Sim' life. His 'Sim' home wasn't very big, or furnished for some strange reason, unknown to him. There were swarms of flies and cochoroche's throughout the house. There wasn't even a bed! Or a toilet. As he watched, the 'Sim' version of him pissed his pants, then started crying!
Krycheck felt his own tears coming on. How could Scully treat him with such cruelty? She wanted him. She couldn't possibly have done this. Mulder must have gotten onto her computer, and changed everything. Yeah, that was it. Mulder was jealous of the fact that Scully wanted Krycheck, and not him. So, he screwed up the 'Sim' Krycheck's life up.
"That bitch!" Krycheck said, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'll show him!"
Mulder made sure to be at work bright and early Wednesday. His 'Sim' neighborhood was just getting started, and he was addicted. Scully had hit him with her shoe after he killed the 'Sim' version of her brother, and there was a nasty bruise, she would have been wearing pumps that day. Why did she do that? Wear pumps? It wasn't like they were easy to run in.
Not that he knew from experience or anything.
He rode down the elevator in silence, his nose crinkled. It smelled horrible! He plugged his nose and waited until it reached the basement, to lazy to get off and walk down the stairs. Relieved when the doors opened, he rushed out, thanking God he could finally breath again.
He walked into the office whistling one of the songs from the game. He set his things down by his desk and immediately started up his computer, lying his feet on the top of his desk, leaning back in his chair.
Maybe he shouldn't have gotten up so early, he started to doze off. Within minutes he was asleep.
Scully walked into the elevator and then quickly turned her on her heel and walked back out. It smelt bad. The only other time she could remember the elevator smelling like that was when she caught Agent Hopkins and Agent Kingsley together.
Oh, God. Not something she wanted to think about! Looked like the two didn't heed her warning. She fought to keep her breakfast down.
She walked down the stairs quickly, wanting to get away from the smell and the mental images as quickly as she possibly could. And, even that wasn't quick enough. She finally burst into the basement office, nearly gasping for breath.
Mulder had been sleeping in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk. When she came into the office, it must have startled him for he went flying backwards, landing in the floor.
Scully tried not to laugh, and she didn't. But, she couldn't help but giggle.
Mulder turned his chair upright, stood up and fixed his suit. He cleared his throat and threw an evil look at Scully.
"Morning, Mulder." She said with a snicker.
He scowled, "yeah. Whatever." He sat in his seat, and turned to his computer, mumbling something about a sore ass.
Scully only snickered again as she too sat in front of her computer. Oddly enough, it was already on. If she remembered correctly, it had been off when she left.
"Hmm." She said looking around her makeshift desk.
Wait a minute, where was stapy?
"Mulder, have you see stapey…er…my stapler?"
He looked at her, his right eyebrow raised almost up to his hairline. "Stapey?"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Never mind." He turned back to his computer.
Scully frantically searched the office, Stapey had to be somewhere. But where, oh, where could Stapey have run off too?
"That bitch." Scully mumbled to herself. "Leaving me like that, it's just rude."
"Huh?"
Scully turned around, looking at Mulder. "Huh?"
"What?"
"What?" She was confused.
"Never mind."
They both stared at each other for a moment before Mulder turned back to his computer and Scully back to her frantic search for Stapey.
After a few minutes of silence Mulder spoke again.
"What the hell happened to my game?!?!?"
a/n: Will Scully ever find Stapey? What happened to Mulder's game? Could I get any more crazy?
Review and you'll find out!
Feel free to make suggestions, I'll try to fit them in with the story. And, I'm not one of those writers who doesn't thank the reviewer for the suggestions used. It'll be known I used your suggestion. So, review away!