Some of you might have guessed I was moving the family to Midnight Hollow, because let’s be real, the town gives of a completely strange vibe and I can’t think of anywhere else the Creepers should finish off their legacy than a place that encourages weirdos to be themselves.
I moved them into a premade house which goes against my general rule of having one floor only. Multiple floors usually make me feel like I’m missing something (because I’m neurotic maybe), but I actually really like this layout, so it works out.
It took me a bit to adjust to the lighting (or lack thereof), and it might for you too. It’s very Tim Burton-esque. I am in love with it.
Harlow Winter Kate adjusts to the new town the only way she knows how: by pretending she’s going to rule it.
Harlow Winter Kate: My murder stick seems to be malfunctioning, but as soon as it’s fixed I will annihilate all the peasants.
Harlow Winter Kate is coming. Hurr hurr.
Anna and 7 adjust by spilling hearts all over their new bedroom.
Jermajesty doesn’t adjust at all, he immediately rolls the wish to produce an Aura of Soothing and hopes he doesn’t die from stress.
There are three kinds of sims.
I figured they should get out and meet people right off because Anna needs friends and, despite the fact that they’re still kids, we need to search out potential mates for Jermajesty and Harlow because I’m a harsh and ridiculous overlord.
Harlow clings to her stupid imaginary friend doll like it’s already her husband. Any word on killing those wretched things off?
trolled approached right away by a cutie named Cecelia Evans.
Cecelia: You’re pretty. Do you like stalkers? I hope you do.
She followed him home.
Cecelia: Hi, I followed you home.
Jermajesty: I know, you kept stepping on the back of my shoes.
Cecelia: You can tell me if I’m coming on too strong. I’ll change for you.
Jermajesty: Um. Heh. Nah, it’s uh. It’s cool. I’m not used to being fangirled.
Harlow Winter Kate: Get out while you can~
While Jermajesty is busy with shameless flirtation and Anna is preoccupied with upping her nerdity and 7 is nowhere to be found, guess what, it’s Harlow’s birthday!
Harlow Winter Kate: I’m so happy to be surrounded by my loving family on this joyous occasion!
Harlow Winter Kate: I’m a genius now, I don’t need you bitches anyway.
Still no one notices or cares.
Peaches makes her first appearance on the first full moon in town.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Oh, you are the most adorable zombie I have ever seen! I wish I had you in miniature form, I would just squeeze you all day!
Zombie: Uh… The manual didn’t tell me what to do in this situation.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Aww, you’re so confused! It’s SO CUTE.
His face though. This is the face of anyone when faced with a Creeper.
Cecelia finally went home, but not before having her picture taken and forcing it to be placed on Jermajesty’s night stand. I bet she installed tiny cameras in the eyes to watch him while he sleeps.
Cecelia Picture: We have been compromised, system powering down.
7 got a new makeover to go with the new tattoo he rolled a wish for. He’s like a new man in Midnight Hollow.
I made him work on a novel for eight straight hours at the library because we are completing his lifetime wish, damnit.
7: But can I have food now?
NO. Back to work, peon.
Harlow puts her eccentric trait to use back at home. Swimming attire is the most appropriate for inventing, I guess, although I’m pretty sure lycra melts to the skin when on fire.
Harlow Winter Kate: Then it’ll be permanent swimwear. No biggie.
She invents a duck thing and quits. Dedication.
But hey look…
Bonehilda: IT’S BONEHILDA, BITCH.
I HAVE A LOT OF LOVE IN MY HEART FOR BONEHILDA PLEASE EXCUSE ME.
The maid we’d hired before getting her actually quit when she saw Bonehilda. She wasn’t worthy.
And now it’s time for the Fall festival! WHO’S EXCITED?
WHO WANTS PIE?
PIE EATING CONTEST READY GO
and may the odds be ever in your… flavor.
Harlow Winter Kate: I CA BREE
Harlow Winter Kate: YAY I WON. I am clearly the best Creeper genetically.
Harlow Winter Kate: Yeah keep eating, losers, second place is almost respectable.
Harlow Winter Kate: I think I need a medic…
Anna: I FORFEIT.
7: YEAH I kicked that pie’s ass!
Jermajesty gets all the participation awards.
All these screenshots look like me on a Saturday night.
When they’re all done vomiting, they decide to have a rematch in the form of apple bobbing.
The rain helps cleanse the palate.
Harlow Winter Kate: I am a natural winner, this is in the bag.
Harlow wins again.
7: We created a monster.
Anna: She must be stopped. Let’s kill her.
Jermajesty: Oh, it’s raining!
Poor Jermajesty is just always behind.
Harlow Winter Kate: I can’t believe how much you guys suck.
Harlow Winter Kate: UBLURBOOFURUR
Despite Pukefest 2013, the Creepers still have it in them to hold a Feast Party. 7 prepares salmon, a traditional Feast Party dish that no one eats.
Tons of people come, maybe even the entire weirdo town. I’m not even sure how they already know this many people.
Most people bring their own food, which is nice but like where’s the booze guys? Come on.
They gather to watch 7 cook and can you blame them? He doesn’t like crowds though so LOL.
Woman: What’s he making? More salmon?
Man: Yeah, I hope he knows no one is eating that.
Bonehilda: DON’T ANY OF YOU KNOW TO BRING ALCOHOL TO THESE SUCH EVENTS?
Thank you. Preach gurl.
Surprisingly, Cecelia doesn’t stick around long enough to get her Feast Party flirt on with Jermajesty.
Cecelia: I tried, but my route was blocked so I’m over it. For now.
The paparazzo snuck into the party to get the InSiDe ScOoP on this hot celebrity party.
7: We’re like two stars, it’s not even a big deal.
Harlow Winter Kate: I am so tired from eating all this food today.
Anna: I know right? It’s exhausting having so much food to eat.
Harlow Winter Kate: Pass the onion rings.
And so ends this chapter! Until next time, enjoy this picture of a picture of pie-faced Creepers!