Magicomedies
Been wanting to make some comedy stories for ages. Until I have time to write a longer one, I decided to set up this thread for funny and random little stories about the supernatural folk in my Sims 4...
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This is a bit of a longer one so I'm going to do it in 2 parts.
Spectre's Blind Date - Part 1
Spectre's Blind Date - Part 1
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It was Tuesday morning and Ikkanu woke as usual in the company of ghostly apparitions. One of the younger island spirits bounced up and down on his bed. Ikkanu groaned and pulled the covers over. https://i.imgur.com/9C8OSx0.pngThe spirit yanked the covers off of his bed, then vanished with a giggle.
"Ughhh, all right, I'm up. I'm up," Ikkanu grumbled in Ancient Sulanesian and rubbed his eyes. He looked up and saw the smiling face of his friend Guidry.
"Ah, Ikkanu my friend, I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
Ikkanu got up and yawned. "No, I don't think so." He didn't have any plans for that day. Is it a special occasion today? Have I forgotten something important? Ikkanu didn't normally start his worrying until after breakfast but he had an uneasy feeling something bad would happen today.
"Excellent! Fantastic!," Guidry beamed. "It's just, I was wondering if I might request a song?"
"Guidry, it's five in the morning." That was the problem with ghosts, they forgot how the livings' time schedules worked.
"I know, I know," Guidry replied, "but you have the best voice out of all the singers I know, and I wanted to start my girlfriend's Valentine's day early." He gestured to an impatient looking ghost lady next to him.
Ikkanu froze in embarrassment. "Guidry," he murmured, "I thought we discussed bringing people into my house." He didn't like his friends seeing him in sleepwear without his tribal paint on, let alone complete strangers.
"Ah, my apologies, but I was just so caught up in the moment of love, you know?"
"Claude, am I getting my romantic serenade or not?" said the ghost woman.
Is that Temperance? thought Ikkanu. I thought Guidry was back with Genevieve? He thought it best not to bring this up. Ikkanu sighed. "O-okay." Anything to get the stranger out of here quickly. Guidry had helped him out more than a few times with some of his more tricky paranormal investigations so Ikkanu felt somewhat obligated to fulfil all of Guidry's favours (of which there were sometimes quite a lot. This was the seventeenth couples' serenade Ikkanu had performed for this year and it was only February). He took a quick sip from his glass of water and sang a charming melody, being careful to use the correct girlfriend's name in the song.
https://i.imgur.com/YBKNKfZ.png
The two ghosts left in a considerably more romantic mood.
Ikkanu was more than used to ghosts, having been raised by the island spirits from infancy. But living with ghosts did bring its annoyances. Like the occasional lack of privacy. Why do they always hog the toilet in the mornings? They don't even need to use it!https://i.imgur.com/6An3BT7.png
But Ikkanu was dutiful to his wise, ancient family and never questioned them on their motives.
Once he'd bathed, cleaned the house and checked the surroundings of his shipwreck for intruders, Ikkanu could finally tend to his plants in peace. The forbidden fruit tree is still glowing. That's good.
https://i.imgur.com/uBKGUb0.png
He had just finished all the watering and weeding when... "WAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAH!" A long, loud wail suddenly erupted nearby.
Ikkanu squeaked and ducked behind one of the rocks. "What was that?!"https://i.imgur.com/6B2odMV.png
The noise wailed again, sending shivers up Ikkanu's scales. Trembling, he peeked out. The wailing was coming from a large flower bush in his garden. The whole shrubbery and its surrounding trees shook as whatever was inside wailed again. Ikkanu dashed back into his house and locked the door.
After a few hours, the wailing died down to a whimpering cry, and Ikkanu felt brave enough to creep outside again. It didn't sound like a vicious predator trying to lure him with a fake cry. Perhaps it is just a tourist who's lost? Ikkanu thought. Visitors to Mua Pel'am were rare, due to the rumours of it being haunted, but occasionally a few daredevil kids or nosy human tourists would venture onto the shores. What if whoever's in there is injured? Oh no, please don't let them have injured themselves on my land, I don't want to be sued!
Ikkanu looked around for signs of any strangers. There weren't any, much to his relief (for if there was one thing Ikkanu hated more than being stared at like a zoo exhibit, it was having to explain to ignorant tourists that not all merfolk look like the famous one from that popular animated film franchise). He crept over to the shrubbery on slightly shaky legs. "Please don't let there be blood everywhere," he murmured to himself. "Please don't let it be a really gory injury. I'm not medically trained. I can't deal with that!" With trembling fingers, he peeled back a few branches of the bush. There was the sound of someone farting with surprise, followed by a flash of yellow light. Ikkanu yelped and fell over.
"Are you spying on me?" The voice sounded less like eternal sadness and more like a teenager's.
https://i.imgur.com/b2W2vm5.png
Ikkanu's nerves relaxed. It was only a spectre. He'd never seen one this colour before (and how were those glasses even staying on?). He got to his feet and brushed off the sand. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to startle-"
"Have you come to laugh at me too?" said the spectre in its monotone. "Go ahead, everyone else is. I'm a loser." It floated away.
"Wait!" Ikkanu rushed after it. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise."
The spectre stopped. "You can understand me?" it said.
https://i.imgur.com/NcbPgZI.png
"Yes," said Ikkanu. "I am the shaman of this island. Well, sort of. Training to be. Um... can I... help you in any way?"
"Will you go out with me?" said the spectre.
Ikkanu was lost for words for a moment. "I... I... wh- what?"
"It's the Annual Spectres Ball this Friday and I'm the only one in the whole Spirit Realm who doesn't have a date," the spectre sank in the air a little and looked away. "My partner dumped me this morning in front of our whole life-drawing class, on Valentine's day. So I like Surrealism more than Cubism, that doesn't mean you have to publicly dump me through the medium of paint and mixed media on canvaaaaas!" It let out another wail of despair. Ikkanu wondered if any of the neighbouring islands could hear the noise.
"I ran away and found this place. It seems like a good place to hide," sniffed the spectre. Ikkanu agreed with that last statement.
"So..." the spectre bobbed awkwardly. "Do you want to be my date?" It let out a small noise like air slowly escaping from a balloon. A tiny cloud of spectre sprinkles popped out of its tail.
https://i.imgur.com/X7jYSux.png
"Um..." Ikkanu shuffled with an awkwardness that matched the spectre's. This was not in my training! "You seem, uh, v-very nice... but... I... can't. I'm really sorry."
"I knew it!" the spectre bawled. "You think I'm a loser too. I'll never be lovable to anyoooooone!" It flew away like an inflated balloon suddenly being released. Puffs of spectre sprinkles released as it flew, giving Ikkanu a static shock and making the lights inside his house flicker. The spectre flew past Ikkanu's bonfire and accidently set it alight.
https://i.imgur.com/kHha0mj.png
"Wait! No! That's not what I..." Ikkanu paused to summon his own mana to put out the bonfire. The bonfire's blaze gave off a pungent smell.
"What I meant was," said Ikkanu, once finished, "it-it isn't really appropriate for someone in my position to date spectres. It's nothing personal, I promise, and you are certainly not a loser. Please don't be upset."
The crying behind the palm tree ceased. "I'm not showing my face in the Spirit Realm again until I have a date," said the spectre.
Wait, does that mean you're staying here? Ikkanu thought, looking up at the singed palm leaves. There was still a cabbage-like smell in the air. "Um, okay. How about if I... found you a date?"
There was a pause. Ikkanu half hoped the spectre had gone away. "Yeah, that would work," said the spectre's voice. "I like making faces out of rotting trash and staring into space. Seeking someone who likes to get weird."
Ikkanu swallowed. "Okay then. I'll find someone for you."
"Great." The spectre's voice rose a semitone in happiness. "I'll just stay here and haunt this place until you do."
Ikkanu grimaced a smile. He walked away and left the spectre to its haunting.
"What have I done?" he muttered to himself once he was out of hearing range. He ran his fingers through his hair in agitation. "Three days to find a spectre a date? I don't know the first thing about dating! Aaagh!" He put his head in his hands. "How am I going to get out of this?"
"Ughhh, all right, I'm up. I'm up," Ikkanu grumbled in Ancient Sulanesian and rubbed his eyes. He looked up and saw the smiling face of his friend Guidry.
"Ah, Ikkanu my friend, I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
Ikkanu got up and yawned. "No, I don't think so." He didn't have any plans for that day. Is it a special occasion today? Have I forgotten something important? Ikkanu didn't normally start his worrying until after breakfast but he had an uneasy feeling something bad would happen today.
"Excellent! Fantastic!," Guidry beamed. "It's just, I was wondering if I might request a song?"
"Guidry, it's five in the morning." That was the problem with ghosts, they forgot how the livings' time schedules worked.
"I know, I know," Guidry replied, "but you have the best voice out of all the singers I know, and I wanted to start my girlfriend's Valentine's day early." He gestured to an impatient looking ghost lady next to him.
Ikkanu froze in embarrassment. "Guidry," he murmured, "I thought we discussed bringing people into my house." He didn't like his friends seeing him in sleepwear without his tribal paint on, let alone complete strangers.
"Ah, my apologies, but I was just so caught up in the moment of love, you know?"
"Claude, am I getting my romantic serenade or not?" said the ghost woman.
Is that Temperance? thought Ikkanu. I thought Guidry was back with Genevieve? He thought it best not to bring this up. Ikkanu sighed. "O-okay." Anything to get the stranger out of here quickly. Guidry had helped him out more than a few times with some of his more tricky paranormal investigations so Ikkanu felt somewhat obligated to fulfil all of Guidry's favours (of which there were sometimes quite a lot. This was the seventeenth couples' serenade Ikkanu had performed for this year and it was only February). He took a quick sip from his glass of water and sang a charming melody, being careful to use the correct girlfriend's name in the song.
https://i.imgur.com/YBKNKfZ.png
The two ghosts left in a considerably more romantic mood.
Ikkanu was more than used to ghosts, having been raised by the island spirits from infancy. But living with ghosts did bring its annoyances. Like the occasional lack of privacy. Why do they always hog the toilet in the mornings? They don't even need to use it!https://i.imgur.com/6An3BT7.png
But Ikkanu was dutiful to his wise, ancient family and never questioned them on their motives.
Once he'd bathed, cleaned the house and checked the surroundings of his shipwreck for intruders, Ikkanu could finally tend to his plants in peace. The forbidden fruit tree is still glowing. That's good.
https://i.imgur.com/uBKGUb0.png
He had just finished all the watering and weeding when... "WAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAH!" A long, loud wail suddenly erupted nearby.
Ikkanu squeaked and ducked behind one of the rocks. "What was that?!"https://i.imgur.com/6B2odMV.png
The noise wailed again, sending shivers up Ikkanu's scales. Trembling, he peeked out. The wailing was coming from a large flower bush in his garden. The whole shrubbery and its surrounding trees shook as whatever was inside wailed again. Ikkanu dashed back into his house and locked the door.
After a few hours, the wailing died down to a whimpering cry, and Ikkanu felt brave enough to creep outside again. It didn't sound like a vicious predator trying to lure him with a fake cry. Perhaps it is just a tourist who's lost? Ikkanu thought. Visitors to Mua Pel'am were rare, due to the rumours of it being haunted, but occasionally a few daredevil kids or nosy human tourists would venture onto the shores. What if whoever's in there is injured? Oh no, please don't let them have injured themselves on my land, I don't want to be sued!
Ikkanu looked around for signs of any strangers. There weren't any, much to his relief (for if there was one thing Ikkanu hated more than being stared at like a zoo exhibit, it was having to explain to ignorant tourists that not all merfolk look like the famous one from that popular animated film franchise). He crept over to the shrubbery on slightly shaky legs. "Please don't let there be blood everywhere," he murmured to himself. "Please don't let it be a really gory injury. I'm not medically trained. I can't deal with that!" With trembling fingers, he peeled back a few branches of the bush. There was the sound of someone farting with surprise, followed by a flash of yellow light. Ikkanu yelped and fell over.
"Are you spying on me?" The voice sounded less like eternal sadness and more like a teenager's.
https://i.imgur.com/b2W2vm5.png
Ikkanu's nerves relaxed. It was only a spectre. He'd never seen one this colour before (and how were those glasses even staying on?). He got to his feet and brushed off the sand. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to startle-"
"Have you come to laugh at me too?" said the spectre in its monotone. "Go ahead, everyone else is. I'm a loser." It floated away.
"Wait!" Ikkanu rushed after it. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise."
The spectre stopped. "You can understand me?" it said.
https://i.imgur.com/NcbPgZI.png
"Yes," said Ikkanu. "I am the shaman of this island. Well, sort of. Training to be. Um... can I... help you in any way?"
"Will you go out with me?" said the spectre.
Ikkanu was lost for words for a moment. "I... I... wh- what?"
"It's the Annual Spectres Ball this Friday and I'm the only one in the whole Spirit Realm who doesn't have a date," the spectre sank in the air a little and looked away. "My partner dumped me this morning in front of our whole life-drawing class, on Valentine's day. So I like Surrealism more than Cubism, that doesn't mean you have to publicly dump me through the medium of paint and mixed media on canvaaaaas!" It let out another wail of despair. Ikkanu wondered if any of the neighbouring islands could hear the noise.
"I ran away and found this place. It seems like a good place to hide," sniffed the spectre. Ikkanu agreed with that last statement.
"So..." the spectre bobbed awkwardly. "Do you want to be my date?" It let out a small noise like air slowly escaping from a balloon. A tiny cloud of spectre sprinkles popped out of its tail.
https://i.imgur.com/X7jYSux.png
"Um..." Ikkanu shuffled with an awkwardness that matched the spectre's. This was not in my training! "You seem, uh, v-very nice... but... I... can't. I'm really sorry."
"I knew it!" the spectre bawled. "You think I'm a loser too. I'll never be lovable to anyoooooone!" It flew away like an inflated balloon suddenly being released. Puffs of spectre sprinkles released as it flew, giving Ikkanu a static shock and making the lights inside his house flicker. The spectre flew past Ikkanu's bonfire and accidently set it alight.
https://i.imgur.com/kHha0mj.png
"Wait! No! That's not what I..." Ikkanu paused to summon his own mana to put out the bonfire. The bonfire's blaze gave off a pungent smell.
"What I meant was," said Ikkanu, once finished, "it-it isn't really appropriate for someone in my position to date spectres. It's nothing personal, I promise, and you are certainly not a loser. Please don't be upset."
The crying behind the palm tree ceased. "I'm not showing my face in the Spirit Realm again until I have a date," said the spectre.
Wait, does that mean you're staying here? Ikkanu thought, looking up at the singed palm leaves. There was still a cabbage-like smell in the air. "Um, okay. How about if I... found you a date?"
There was a pause. Ikkanu half hoped the spectre had gone away. "Yeah, that would work," said the spectre's voice. "I like making faces out of rotting trash and staring into space. Seeking someone who likes to get weird."
Ikkanu swallowed. "Okay then. I'll find someone for you."
"Great." The spectre's voice rose a semitone in happiness. "I'll just stay here and haunt this place until you do."
Ikkanu grimaced a smile. He walked away and left the spectre to its haunting.
"What have I done?" he muttered to himself once he was out of hearing range. He ran his fingers through his hair in agitation. "Three days to find a spectre a date? I don't know the first thing about dating! Aaagh!" He put his head in his hands. "How am I going to get out of this?"
