The Mrmpfle Legacy: Chapter 2.5
warnings: language, teen sexuality, babies, explosions, HEROINE!
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Freckles is starting to get to be one big mama. I think she's actually really adorable as a pregnant sim.
Freckles: Pff. I look like a whale. I mean sure, I'm still a sexpot but honestly. A whale.
Whilst I was stalking Freckles in the morning, I discovered that Porkchop was also stalking the young couple.
Markus: Porkchop? Uhrm. What are you doing here?
Freckles decides to have a chat with her awkward brother.
Freckles: Porkchop. You're my brother, and so I am forced to at least have some positive feelings of love and family bond with you or whatever. But seriously. You need to not break into my room because it's creepy.
Markus: yaaayyyy!!! IT'S A WALL! :D
But apparently he was only in their room because he was getting really anxious about the sink in their bathroom.
Porkchop: Phew! It's not leaking. A steady drip can keep you up at night. Freckles should be more worried about her health and the baby's health!
Oh sweet, neurotic Porkchop.
Meanwhile Markus and Peanut had encountered Annabelle in the garage. What any of them were doing there is beyond me.
Markus: Uhrm, excuse me. Who are you? Why are you in our house? This has been a stressful morning full of people being where they don't belong!!!
Peanut: Crazy ramblings aside, I have to agree with Markus. Who the fuck are you?
Annabelle: Well madame, I don't much appreciate your language but I shall inform you anyway. My name is Annabelle Flowers and I'm Squishy's new girlfriend. He invited me to spend the night here.
Peanut: Listen, I already have one child about to become-
Markus: OH! The school bus is here. TIME TO GO!
I think Peanut would have liked to talk about more but the kids had to leave for school.
One afternoon this random followed Markus home from school.
Porkchop: You better not be getting any ideas miss turnip head. Markus is having a baby with my sister. He's taken.
Turnip Head: Just cause there's a goalie, doesn't mean you can't score.
Squishy: Pah. He's an asshole.
Squishy just likes to get that in there whenever he can.
Markus however was totally ignorant of the girl. He'd gone to sit at Freckles' drafting board so he could smell her while he read (hey! I never said he wasn't creepy about her...) but his invisible book was difficult to read, so he moved to a new spot.
Turnip Head found him...
Turnip Head: So, how's your book? Good? Yea? Good. I'm glad to hear that. So. How'd you do on that math test today? I think I bombed it. Man, you're so sweet for saying that. Aww. I am special aren't I? What's that? You'll love me forever?
Markus: ....I think you should go now.
Turnip Head: Yea...okay.
Instead of leaving though, she got up, went to the front door, then came back and sat down.
Turnip Head: On second thought..
Markus: No seriously, please leave!
During all of this Freckles was upstairs taking a bath. She's getting a little uncomfortable in the last days of her baby.
Freckles: Yea, but I'm not sure why I'm wearing jeans in the tub...
Anna: I'm not sure why my censor hack thing doesn't work all the time. So there's that.
Gerry is still alive.
Gerry: 'sup life. How you doing? *wink*
The other one is alive too, but his habit of speaking too much is starting to wear off on Gerry. I don't like it one bit.
Freckles spent the night doing homework and puttering around, and then just as they were going to bed, this happens.
Markus: *panics, flails, screams, curses, and is generally useless*
Anna: *sigh*
After several long minutes where I realized she couldn't go to the hospital and Markus just stood there flailing and screaming, Freckles got a little fed up.
Freckles: GET THE FUCK OUT NOW OR I SWEAR I WILL DESTROY!!!! *rage*
Porkchop: *snore* Isn't your seed zzZZzzZ being born? zZzzZZzz
Markus: Freckles kicked me out. I'm scared of her. Omg. So much grossness. *stares in horror*
Several sim hours had passed and nothing was happening. Freckles was still upstairs screaming and I was panicking and Markus and Peanut were downstairs trying to ignore the sounds coming from Freckles and Markus' room.
Markus: Why does our baby hate her Peanut? WHY?!
Peanut: Is this a buttercream icing? This doesn't look like a buttercream. But I definitely tastes some serious overtones of butter.
Markus: Peanut! This is serious! Please, I need answer, and...and..for her to stop screaming so much!
Peanut: No seriously, what is this icing? *savours icing*
Markus: Peanut?
Peanut: Yea, it's definitely a buttercream. Phew. I'm glad I figured that out.
Peanut's not much for comforting words...
I'm not going to get into the ordeal that was Freckles having this stupid baby, let's just say, it involved magic, cheating, and the sacrifice of some pure small animal. It was a messy ordeal.
Freckles: Markus, do you want to meet your new baby son?
Markus: No! He's mean and I don't like him and he hurt you and it took forever.
Markus is holding a little bit of a grudge. He'll get over it. I'm sure.
Squishy: Sooooo. I heard about your little ordeal last night. It sounded unpleasant. Seriously sis, why'd you have to keep going on like that?
Freckles: Yea uhm, you try pushing a baby through your body some day and see how you feel. Mmkay? But I wanted to talk to you about something..
Squishy: This is about that douchebag isn't it? Listen. I'll be nice to your kid. He's family. But that asshole you share a bed with is not my family. Never will be.
Freckles: *sigh* I wasn't going to ask you to be nice to Markus. I mean, if you two could avoid killing each other, that would be nice, he's the father of my child. But really, I just wanted to know if you could baby sit for me sometimes. It would be nice if every one could pitch in to help with the baby. I'm not asking for a lot, no midnight feedings or anything, just an hour or two here and there.
Freckles is really unimpressed with Squishy's tirade.
Squishy: But whhhyyyyy??? *whine* Babies smell and I have to work on my book's sequel. It's called: My sister is Dating an Asshole: Part 2.
Freckles: Killing your brother is wrong, killing your brother is wrong, killing your brother is-...
Markus: You haven't introduced baby yet. He's not so bad now that I've had a chance to look at him.
Anna: Oh right!
Everyone. Meet Cupcake Mrmpfle. Cupcake is a virtuoso who is easily impressed. He likes indie music, goopy carbonara and spiceberry (whatever that means, it looks like purple to me.)
Markus: I think I like him. :')
Markus really took to being a dad. I was surprised. He was really very hesitant the night Cupcake was born, but then, he's always the first one there as soon as Cupcake starts crying. It's so cute.
Anna: Uhrm...Squishy?
Squishy: Mmhmm?
Anna: Why are you hiding in the bushes?
Squishy: I'm not. I don't know what you're talking about.
Anna: ...okay then.
Markus: Oh look, if it isn't a total winner, Squishy!
Freckles: *plus!*
Porkchop: That's not very nice Markus. I know Squishy is hot-headed and arrogant and he gets aggressive and yells for no reason and seems to have a serious hate on for you and just never seems to let go of the fact that he think you're a total dickhead and that really you've never fought back once in the entire time you've been with my sister and he's hated you and he's even writing a book about how much of an asshole he thinks you are but *take a giant breath*. You really shouldn't make snarky comments.
Squishy: Please stop helping bro.
Gage: Has he really not let that go yet?
Freckles: He's your son, when has Squishy ever let anything go?
Because everyone is out of the house every day the Mrmpfles got a babysitter. I don't like her.
Babysitter: OMIGOSH LYK BABBY TOTES MATCHES MY EYES YEA?
Anna: OMG STEP AWAY FROM CUPCAKE! I saw you watching that moustached man on the cooking channel and Cupcake may have a name that sounds like delicious treats but he is NOT a delicious treat!
The scary babysitter was banished when Markus came home and he took care of little Cupcake. Also, how happy does that baby look? Whoa.
Markus decided to try and mend the fence with Squishy so he went and chilled with him while spending some quality time with the cocoon.
Markus: Hey. 'sup?
Squishy: Nothing. I'm just doing a last minute proof read on my new book, My Sister is Dating an Asshole: Part 2. This is the chapter called "The Many Ways He is a Douchebag" but it's not my favourite. I especially like "Let Me List Why You're Mothers Are Llamas." Man. That one brings a tear to my eye.
Markus: Awesome. /sarcasm.
Squishy: Then again, the chapter on the many facets of your disgusting body odour is also pretty good.
Markus: Okay, leaving now.
Squishy: Oh but come on! You haven't even heard about how ugly you are yet!
I felt bad for Markus so I let him go to the park to work on the Golden Fingers part of his ltw. Oooohhh baby. Then he played guitar afterwards. ;) LOLjk. That's disgusting. *winks* Hey you. Want to see my golden tongue? No? K. Sorry I said anything.
Cupcake either doesn't appreciate my creepy, stalkerish, and disgusting sense of humour, or he doesn't like that the only parent who pays attention to him left the house.
Anna: Your infant son is upstairs screaming.
Freckles: I heard him. But my math homework isn't exactly going to do itself is it? NO!
Anna: *stares*
Freckles: OMG FINE!
Freckles: See! I'm an affectionate and loving mother.
Freckles: Omg you stink. What did you shit out? A dead skunk?!
Freckles: So, don't tell anyone, but when he isn't screaming and doesn't smell like rotting flesh, I actually kind of really like him.
I left Freckles bonding with her son and noticed this thing in the driveway. Where the hell did it come from!?
Annabelle: Yea hi, Squishy? I've been waiting outside your house for like, two hours now. You invited me over ages ago and then forgot.
I lol'd at Gage creeping in the background.
Annabelle does not look impressed.
Squishy: Yea! I see you Dad! Nice try! I know you're not looking at stars and stop eavesdropping!
Gage: *whistles innocently*
Squishy: Soooo...you're pretty pissed aren't you?
Annabelle: Yea.
Squishy: I'm not getting any tonight am I?
Annabelle: Not even in your dreams buddy.
You know who this badass teen who stole his/hers mother's police car is?
Yea! Porkchop! Who would have thought that he'd break curfew, in his ill begotten police cruiser? I sure as shit didn't. I should pay more attention to him.
Know who else I should pay more attention to? Gage. I heart him, but he's never around enough.
Gage: It's cause I'm busy being sneaky like a ninja.
Anna: Of course it is... *pats head*
Anyway. That's where I'll leave you for now. Sorry for the particular lack of funny this update. I'm fighting a cold. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Love you all anyway. BTW! Squishy has aged up, and Porkchop and Freckles aren't far behind so they'll be up for download soon. For all those who are dying to get Porkchop in their game so they can cuddle him or whatever it is you weirdos are planning to do to my Porky. ;) &heart;