Once again, I'm sorry for how short/rushed this post is. I was running out of ideas/motivation, and I just wanted to get it posted. I hope you enjoy it regardless! And sorry for the lack of pictures. I ran into some complications while taking the screenshots, but hopefully the next one will be photo plentiful.
Molly and Simon aged up into gorgeous young adults, ready to head off on their own. Simon is
currently in medical school, while Molly's going to college to become a
scientist. She won't really tell me exactly what kind of science she wants to
get into. "That is for me to know and for you to find out," she said.
Meh, can't really argue with her, can I?
Jeremy goes next and,
oh my word, is he perfect! He takes great care of his sleek blonde hair,
combing it to the side each morning, and if it isn't right the first time, he
will do it over and over again until he looks "flirtatious." His
purple eyes remind me a lot of Skye's, so I have no idea how he actually got
them. His father had blue eyes. Ah well, just one of those genetic mysteries,
huh?
Next up are Harry and Hermione. Hermione ages up to be a
Hadley Reed clone, which makes it extremely hard to look away from her because
she's just so cute! She's already picking up sarcasm, the kind that would make
Hadley proud. Harry is an adorable little boy, with his dark hair, but he
doesn't look too much like either of his parents, which I don't mind. I still
love him as much as Hermione.
The kids line up for our next family photo, and it turns out
just as adorable as the rest, but I can't really hang up each of these photos,
so I store it for safe keeping where I can pull it out and admire it as much as
I want later on in life.
Once we've taken the last photo, Molly and Simon leave my house for good, and my phone starts to ring. "Everard!" I exclaimed once I pushed talk. "What's up? You usually don't call me until later in the day."
"I finished your house," she explained, causing
excitement to burst through me immediately. "You and the kids can move in
whenever you'd like. I'll send you the address, but I can't come with you to
it, although I wish I could."
"Oh that's fine, I know you have to stay home with your
many kids. Thanks Everard! See you later!"
"Bye, love ya," she said quickly and hung up. Her
rushed behavior wasn't all that surprising to me: she had spent the last few
weeks working on my house and she still had her children that she had to worry
about. Now that she was finished with my needs, she had to get caught up on her
spawn's wants.
Considering I didn't need to take my furniture with me since
Skye bought new pieces for me, the kids and I packed up our dishes and cups,
piled into the car and headed to our new home.
My mouth dropped when I entered it. It was perfect! It really helped that Skye knew
me better than anyone else, because she designed everything to my taste... and
it was orange! Orange everywhere! I was in orange heaven! The walls, the
floors... ORANGE! Well, some of the floors were the color of Skye's hair, but
still! (I guess she had to put herself in there somehow)
Before I got a chance to look around the house though, I
headed to the sperm bank and picked up the next father's contribution! His name
was Alan Rights, and looked exactly like Amber Lights. If I was correct, he
should be the last challenge mother look-a-like, so I could continue onto other
fathers that didn't resemble my friends.
After doing all that, I headed to my new house and took a
look around. I wouldn't want to bore you with pictures of my house, so I'll
just say that it's very nice, m'kay?
After we were able to settle into the house, my phone began
to ring again. Putting it up to my ear, I said,
"Hello?"
"Hello Ms. Parker," said the deep, strangely
mysterious voice. "My name is Elrond. Let's keep this brief. I am an elf,
and my species is endangered. I was wondering if you'd like to join our race
and help us populate
the world with elves?"
"Sure!" I said, unable to control myself. Hey, I
was once a vampire, I'm sure being an elf would be a piece of cake. And I'd get
those cool pointed ears, and all my children would too!
"Great, I will be over there quickly." The moment
he hung up, the doorbell rang. Curious, I walked over to the door, opened it,
and wasn't at all shocked to see a large man with dark purple hair, purple
skin, and bright red eyes on my doorstep. "Hello, I am the elf you talked
to a moment ago."
"Hello," I said, taken aback momentarily at his
overall gorgeousness. "How does it work, exactly?"
He grabbed my hand, took out a large needle, and sunk it
into my flesh. "Gah!" I cried, not expecting it to hurt that bad.
"This process is going to be long and painful. I would
suggest going to your room and putting a towel into your mouth to muffle you
screams."
"What!?" I yelled. "Screams!? It's really
going to hurt that bad!?"
"Yes, I will call you once you have had the babies you
are pregnant with now. I expect you will let me be the first elf father." And
with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared.
"What--What the hell just happened?" I muttered to
myself, closing the door and heading to the boy's room.
"Jeremy, I need
you to watch the kids. I'm, uh, gonna be in my room for a while. If you hear
screams just... Ignore them, 'kay?" I said through the door.
"M'kay, Mom," he replied absently, leaving me free
to go to my room and lay down. I set a grey wash cloth next to me as I lay
there, prepared to put it in my mouth and bite down on it.
When nothing happened for about an hour, I allowed myself to
fall asleep. It wasn't until about midnight that I awoke with a start. A
searing pain shot through my entire body, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. I
let out a loud scream and quickly stuffed the cloth into my mouth, biting down
on it as hard as I could.
For the first hour, I flailed around on my bed, unable to
control myself. The pain grew steadily worse, and all I wanted was to die where
I was. The pain abruptly stopped, leaving me whimpering, afraid to move.
Then my ears began to burn, and another searing pain burst
through them. After about five minutes, when the pain stopped, I put my hand up
to one of my ears and was slightly surprised to feel not my usual round ones,
but pointed ones.
Through the rest of the night, all I wanted to do was
strangle someone. I don't remember ever being that uncomfortable. I eventually
fell asleep, but was greeted with terrible, unsettling dreams, where I first
murdered my children, my parents and my siblings, and then Skye.
When I awoke again, the sun was peaking in through the
shutters on my window and sweat was dripping down my face. I pushed myself off
of my bed and looked into the mirror. What I saw was completely not... me.
My eyes were a pale yellow-y color, and my ears were really
pointy. Examining myself in awe, I grinned widely. I was an elf! Maybe all the
pain I had gone through over the night would be worth it!
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