Fanon:Lost in Time and Sims!

Join Mortimer and Bella as they are swept up in a Game spanning adventure with dangerous implications on all of SimEarth!

CHAPTER 1- NEW BEGINNINGS

   “Who are you?” someone asked from the top of the staircase. Bella looked up, and gasped at the young boy standing in front of her. “M-Mortimer?” “Yep, and you are?” Mortimer asked again, coming a bit closer. “You guys didn’t touch dad’s lamp did you?"

He was searching through the graveyard for years to find it!” “Umm, no, I’m Bella...” Bella started. “From school?” Mortimer exclaimed. “Why are you here?” “My mum is getting ready for the Summer Hill Gala Ball tonight, so Agnes Crumplebottom said she’d look after me,” “My mum and dad are in Al Simhara on business, my aunt Agnes is looking after me, too,” Mortimer started. “Mortimer!” Agnes CrumplebMortimerm called from the study. “Why are there no TVs in this house, I’ll have to talk to Cornelia about that when she gets home. I’ll write a note, no, I’ll tell the neighbours! Wait! Who am I kidding! You live in the middle of nowhere! Anywhere! Make sure your ready by six o’clock tonight. You and Bella will be attending President Landgraab’s Gala Ball at the Summer Hill Springs! We’ll be leaving soon!” “Okay, Aunt Agnes!” Mortimer called back. “Me and Bella are going to Central Park to...ummmmm...study!” “Alright! Just be back by SIX O’CLOCK!” “Got it!” Mortimer finished shaking his head. “Let’s go, before she starts looking through photo albums or something!” It didn’t take long for Mortimer and Bella to walk Bella to Central Park. On the way, Mortimer told Bella about his family. He told her about how the Goth’s helped found Sunset Valley, how Agnes’ husband had drowned on her honeymoon, and how his father Gunther was trapped in a feud between the Landgraab and Alto families. “The Summer Hill Gala Ball tonight is in Nancy Landgraab’s honour. She’s a candidate for Leader of the Free World in the election this year,” Mortimer finished. Suddenly, the clouds above them ripped open and a flash of bright colours enveloped Sunset Valley. A roaring of metal could be heard as a giant SERVO robot fell from the sky, followed by five sims. Mortimer and Bella ran for their lives, as the SERVO robot’s giant metal backside came zooming towards them.



CHAPTER 2- NEW ARRIVALS



Mortimer and Bella cringed as the giant SERVO robot got closer to colliding with Central Park. Suddenly, the SERVO stopped in mid-air, its limbs almost falling off with the unexpected stop. One of the five sims that had followed it could be seen holding the SERVO up from underneath, as if it weighed nothing. Another sim flew beside him as fast as a jet. The sim holding the SERVO then aimed and threw the robot at the Sun, getting rid of it for good. The five sims then landed safely and stood triumphant as a score of reporters from City Hall left President Nancy Landgraab’s side and flocked to the mysterious new arrivals.



   “Who are these guys then, I thought you said Sunset Valley didn’t have any occults?” Bella asked, looking from the Jet to the new arrivals and back again.



“Well, I’m not missing this!” Mortimer laughed, running into the large crowd.



Sirens screeched as a row of Police vehicles stopped out of the front of Central Park.



   “Oh my WATCHER!” one of the new arrivals exclaimed. “Is that Hank Goddard?”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Ummm, yes,” one of the Policeman replied. “And, you are?”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">The new arrival with the green skin stepped forward. “I’m Captain Simtropolis, leader of the Society of Incredible Metasims, this is Ultra-Sim, Simborg, Pyro-Sim and Mine Monster, and we are the foremost protectors of Simtropolis,”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Simtropolis?” Hank muttered, confused.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Ultra-Sim was a beautiful female sim with a green and black striped suit, much like Captain Simtropolis’. Simborg looked like a simbot with a sim head, and a Mohawk. Pyro-Sim was made of living flame, and Mine Monster was just a little girl.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Captain Simtropolis stepped forward. “Um, one question, why are we in Sunset Valley? Didn’t this town become Pleasantview?”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“What?” Hank Goddard continued to exclaim, perplexed.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Shhhh, Hank,” Boyd and Susan Wainwright exclaimed, running in to the crowd dressed in lab coats. “Look, they’re glowing with Time-Scale radiation, we need to get them back to the Lab,”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“The LAB! We’re going to the LAB!” exclaimed the Sim made of pure flame. “Fighting that robot was the best thing I ever did!”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Wait,” the Susan Wainwright said scanning the crowd with her special device, which beeped erratically when it was pointed in Mortimer and Bella’s direction. “Those two kids over there are infected with Time-Scale radiation too, they better all come back to the Lab...”

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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;">CHAPTER 3: THE LAB

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Mortimer and Bella were ecstatic to be visiting the Landgraab Science Facility. On the short trip, Mortimer and Bella listened while a very friendly half sim half sim-bot introduced the rest of his team to them.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">   The half sim half sim-bot called out from his seat. “I’m Simborg, and this is the Society of Incredible Metasims. He’s Captain Simtropolis, our leader, she’s Ultra-Sim, that fiery-chick is PyroSim and that little girl is Mine Monster.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Mine Monster?”Bella asked, leaning forward, interested.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“I don’t like it either,” Mine Monster sighed as the Police van pulled into the Science Facilities carpark.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Susan Wainwright began to speak as everyone from the incident in Central Park made themselves comfortable around the Lab. “Timescale radiation is a new scientific discovery, up there with life in space and talking llamas. We don’t know if it’s dangerous to the timeline or if it’s harmful to us either, so it’s best if we keep you in the Lab for now.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Boyd Wainwright took over. “Do any of you know how you got here?”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Captain Simtropolis stood up. He had green skin, and under that dark visor, Mortimer swore he saw alien eyes. “We were fighting Simtropolis’ resident Supervillian Loki Beaker 75 years in the future, when the robot and us fell through this wormhole. I’ve never seen Loki do something that drastic before!”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Yeah, plus the robot was nothing special, in fact, I’m sure we’ve fought it before!” Ultra-Sim piped up, putting her hands on her hips.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Suddenly, the two scientists completely froze. Even the Space Monitors stood still. The Society of Incredible Metasims immeadiately assumed a protective stance around Mortimer and Bella.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“This is worse than I thought!” an elderly voice exclaimed from behind them. They all spun around to see where the voice came from. All that stood in its place was an old man with a long beard, a light blue cloak that scraped on the floor and a bald topped scalp.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Oh my Watcher!” Susan screamed, cupping her mouth in shock.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Not quite, mortal!” the old man chuckled. “Try.... FATHER TIME!”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Father Time shook his head. The Society of Incredible Metasims scratched their chins, trying to figure out who this guy was. Mortimer smiled, Bella screamed, and Susan and Boyd suddenly stopped moving.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“How on SimEarth did you get here?” Father Time sighed, taking a seat among the scientists, who were frozen in time.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“We were fighting a gia-” Captian Simtropolis started, before getting cut off by Father Time.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Not you, Tycho,” he said calmly. “I was talking to the children,”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Us...?” Mortimer asked.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Yes,” Father Time replied. “You stink of Timescale Radiation. You weren’t meant to be infected with it. That’s even worse!”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“We didn’t...” Bella tried to explain, but couldn’t.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“It’s okay,” Father Time reassured. “I’ll have to keep you out of the picture. You do look familiar though...But, still, this presents a big problem for a man of my age.” Father Time turned to the Society of Incredible Metasims. “I’ll start with you. By coming here you’ve created your own personal paradox. You see, there was no Society of Incredible Metasims before you five.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“That can’t be right, the Society is what inspired us in the first place,” Captain Simtropolis piped up.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Think about the Society’s origin story...” Father Time smiled as Captain Simtropolis, Ultra-Sim, Simborg, Mine Monster and Pyro-Sim realised the truth.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“They...fought a giant robot in Central Park...” Ultra-Sim breathed.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Exactly!” Father Time clapped his hands together. “Which is what you have just done. You are your own inspiration, and now that’s been settled, your future is...uncertain.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“What do you mean by uncertain?” Pyro-Sim asked, worried.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Perhaps things can be set right. Perhaps I can set this moment in time so that you are ensured to exist in the future,” Father Time pondered, stroking his long beard.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">“Our future is in the hands of these children?” Ultra-Sim exclaimed. “My family worked too hard to build Simtropolis from the ashes of the war JUST so it can be unravelled by some children who were in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">   “Not exactly, you see, I have a special mission for all of you, one these nosy science people cannot know about. The Sim you seek is going to make an attempt on the President Elects Landgraab’s life tonight at the Summer Hills Gala Ball...that’s all I can tell you right now,”

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