I don't own anything? That's sad I know vv, but meh, this might not be to funny but oh well... and I don't own the sims (funniest game ever!) which the chapter will be mostly about... or maybe not... I'm not sure yet.

So Marik ran in the house and to the basement, where the computer was hidden from him, or at least it was until he found it, when he was trying to find the mouse that he had been trying to kill forever (2 minutes). So anyways the computer, the fun computer with the fun game The Sims! Marik had played it once when he burnt the pharaoh (he had downloaded, or stole something from a website, and made characters to look like people he hated, like the pharaoh, the midget (if you don't know who the midget is than damn are you stupid, that dumb dog (Joey if you don't know) and Malik.

So back to the game, he had a new idea, what if he created the people (mentioned above), put them in the same house and killed them all a slow and painful death. At the moment it was a great idea, then he saw it, a house in the game he didn't create, and who was living there? Who other then himself and the midget.

"What the hell?" he asked himself, he clicked on it, it loaded, and he was singing Karaoke!!!!!!!!!! Not only that but he was bad, worse than bad, he was making people run away and scream!

"That's so not me" said Marik and took is sims-self and made him go do something else.

"now who did that to me?" he wondered, no one else lived in the house, so it must have been Malik!

"What you doing?" came a voice from behind him.

"Holy crap!" shouted Marik, he turned around and Malik was standing right behind him, smiling, smiling that smile that looks like evil..... evil like SOUP!!!!!

"Your evil like soup" said Malik

'hey that's what I wanted to say' Marik complained to himself, in his mind 'he stole my words and made a sim of me that is horrible at singing and-' He would have went on but there was a strange beeping noise, a noise coming from the computer. He turned around, and his sim-self had set the kitchen on fire.... 'damn not good' he thought once again, the fire kept going and going, 'hey look the table is on fire, and now the chair, wait.... HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA the midget was on that chair and he's screaming and burning!!!!!!!!' yes Marik's mind was indeed weird, he just kept laughing as the grim reaper came and took the midget away and the fire went out finally, but poor sim-Marik died anyways because he was tired and hungry and drowned in the pool. (how did he get to the pool? Was there even a pool? I guess so)

"you died, so why are you laughing?" asked Malik

"Because now you can't control me!"

"But I never did"

"Then who made it?"

"ummmmmm"

"you don't know?!"

" no?"

"Stop asking questions everyone is asking me question today"

"Today is national ask Marik questions day"

"Since when?"

"Since I just made it up?"

"You asked another question"

"No I didn't"

"Yes you did?"

"Now who's asking the questions?"

"Me?"

"Ok seriously stop"

"I can't?"

". . . . . . shit"

"I know?"

"I'm going to leave now" Malik left, he started walking then running and then running some more, there was a click sound that meant Marik was now locked in the basement.

"What? NOOO?" shouted Marik into the dark basement, but at least he had the computer.

"Ok I have the computer?" he said to himself. "And some food is down here?" So with that in mind he went back to the computer, but then the power went out and it was very dark.

"Why power go out?" he asked himself, then there was a noise, and a smell, the kind of smelly smell, that smells smelly. . . . . anchovies! Wait no it was just rain, that was flooding into the basement, from that freak storm, that just started because I said so.

"Rain? and now I'm going to drown?" Marik paused for a minute before running really fast up the stairs and pounding on the door screaming for "Help?!"

So will Marik ever get out, more importantly will he ever stop asking questions? Find out next time I decided to update, but you have to review, tell everyone!