5.3 You’ve Been Gooped

I started this chapter a few days ago. Since then, it’s just been sitting open on my desktop waiting for me to finish writing it. I’m finally done! So here it is.

Willow: “Dear Harry, I miss you dearly. You the yellow to my lemon. The c to my cult.”

Willow: Do you think he’ll like it?

Gnome: He’ll love it sweetie.

Yea, take it from the drunk gnome sleeping on the floor.

Gnome: We gnome people know a thing or two about love.

Willow: Have you seen how much the procreate?

Yes, that’s right. Willow’s criminal mastermind mother is her BOSS. What kind of conspiracy shit is this.

Willow: Mom, since I’m working for you now, I thought I could show off some of my skills.

Yea mom, that sounds like a great idea!

Willow: Prepare to be amazed!

Sarah: What was that about a great idea?

Willow: By eyes that see the future! Fingers that can feel the past!

Sarah: I thought you were a psychic, not a magician.

One in the same.

Willow: I’m getting visions!

Sarah: This is why you only get paid 60$ a day.

Willow: SHH! You’re breaking my concentration.

Willow: YES! I see it! The GRIM!

Sarah: Oh really, you twit. I know I’m going to die soon. But thanks for the “reading”.

Willow: One more thing! You need to give me 20$-

Sarah: No.

Willow: For extra days on your life!

I guess Sarah can’t stay mad at her favorite kid.

Waylon: Mom! I’m starving!

Willow: STARVEEEEE!

Bored of being a psychopath?

Willow: It comes and goes in waves.

Speaking of coming and going, Harry works a lot. He’s never here when I send her.

Oh great! Back to being a psychopath!

Willow: Fire will cleanse the world.

Maybe you should cleanse the demon inside of you first.

Willow: It’s welcome here.

Willow: BACK UP UNLESS YOU WANNA DIE!

Willow: This is the best time I’ve ever had.

Yea, those fireworks look really deadly.

Looked who FINALLY showed up.

You can tell Willow is one of those people who has never done anything athletic in their life (literally) but still buys expensive work out gear because it’s *cool*

Willow: Are my feet supposed to be doing this?

Willow: Bring it twig man!

You’re one to talk.

Lisa: Thanks for inviting me out.

Waylon: *blank stare*

Welcome your king, ladies and gentlemen.

Natasha takes a day off from being a mom to roller skate in her bathing suit.

Lisa: Is that your mom over there?

Waylon: Whaat? No, I would NEVER bring my entire family on my date!

Oh, silly her.

Waylon: Anyways, you wanna go to prom with me?

Lisa: Of course!

Waylon: Okay, see you there.

Waylon then proceeded to go to prom with Lisa. They danced and started dating and kissing and all sorts of things. But it must have been Lisa’s twin because the real Lisa hung out at the park all night. Awkward.

Willow: GRANDMA!

Prisha: Do I know you?

Willow: I can see the future! Let me read your mind!

*Forcefully pushes hand onto face*

Do you think it’s too late for me to tell her that psychics don’t “read minds”?

Willow: I guess since you’re dead you don’t have a real future. Who knew?

Prisha: Everyone. Everyone knew.

Dirk: You really need to start working out if you want a girlfriend.

Waylon: I got a girlfriend yesterday, thank you very much!

Just in time too, since it’s your birthday and such.

Waylon: Cool! I get to move out!

Dirk: Does this mean I get his room?

Willow: He’s finally moving out?

… Does anyone want to tell them Waylon isn’t moving out?

:O HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD LOOKING.

Seriously, he’s perfect. I’m not sure if we have had a more beautiful man in this legacy.

Waylon rolled childish as his final trait. I picked the Swimming in Cash LTW for him since I thought it would be super easy and quick to complete. SPOILER: it wasn’t nearly as quick as I thought it would be.

Cue me following him around all day just to look at his perfect face.

Waylon: Do you mind?

Tired at your own party? Buckle up buddy, it’s going to be a long night.

Willow: Apartments are freaking awesome! Can we move in here?

Absolutely not. I have no patience for kids trying to get to the school bus using the elevator.

Willow: It’s kinda weird that your room doesn’t have a door.

Harry: We’re pretty open around here.

Willow: Ew.

Harry: Did the woman who runs a cult just “ew” me for my lifestyle choices?

The next day, Willow graduated…. weeks after she finished school. And yes, Sarah and Dirk did go. I suppose they stuffed themselves into that minuscule back hatch.

Willow: OMG! I am totally going to hang this on the wall!

No you’re not, honey. No you’re not.

Dirk: What’s with the weird hat?

Willow: What’s with the formal wear from Egypt, you old nerd.

Dirk: I wish I was dead.

Waylon: And just like that, she disappeared.

Sarah: Good. I hope she stays gone. That idiot is losing me money with her crappy fortunes.

She was actually just across the street trying, once again, to talk her boyfriend into joining her cult.

Harry: I just don’t get it. What do you guys even worship? Astrological figures?

Willow: Eh, you ever heard of the Watcher?

Maybe you shouldn’t use that term, it sounds pretty creepy.

Lady: YOU SPIN MY HEAD RIGHT ROUND, RIGHT ROUND. WHEN YOU GO DOWN, WHEN YOU GO DOWN DOWN!

Harry: The music really sets the mood.

Willow: So you will move in??

You have been seriously gooped, Harry Marks. His traits are Inappropriate, Artistic, Bookworm, Schmoozer, and Computer Whiz. His LTW is Chess Legend and he works at City Hall.

Yay, we have our mate! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! To be honest, I have played through a lot of Willow’s generation already. As in, all of her kids have already been born and her oldest is halfway through the child stage. Which means I have a lot of posting to do.