Fanon:Area 52

'Area 52' is a fan fiction written by TheSongOfAWolf AJ  it is what is found on Aphrodite Rauvu's diary, a young female alien-sim hybrid, her mother being Aileen Rauvu, that also resides in Area 52, and her father being Don Lothario. Area 52 is the sim version of the famous, Area 51, and is located in the inhabited, Newcrest, the area is currently owned and run by Bill Hawks, and Dimitri Allen.

Character Introduction

 * Aphrodite Rauvu Protagonist
 * Herbert Beckett  Deuteragonist
 * Lillie Rauvu Tritagonist
 * Myra Jacobsen Fourth Protagonist
 * Aileen Rauvu Supporting Character
 * Demetrius Juarez Minor Character
 * Luke Yost Minor Character
 * Bill Hawks Antagonist
 * Dimitri Allen Second Antagonist

Plot
Aphrodite stayed at Area 52 since her toddler years, she got new friends, and Bill Hawks didn't seem so bad, she started getting in touch with her mother and sister, but, as everything got better, something really bad happened...

May 14th of 2014
I am Aphrodite Rauvu, an inhabitant of Area 52, this is my first diary entry. I think I need to introduce my story since it is my first time writing or typing, as this is all written in a tablet.

I grew up in Planet Sixam, before... Before the invasion.

I remember it like yesterday, I remember it vividly, every horrifying image, every bloody scream, every traumatizing moment, it is trapped inside my head.

It was back in my toddlerhood years, I was with my mother, Aileen Rauvu, learning to talk, my sister, Lillie Rauvu, was in her crib, sleeping. I was repeating what mom was saying, learning Sixamish. Then, suddenly, the sky darkened, high-pitched cries arisen from every corner of Sixam, babies were crying, mothers locking their houses, everyone was terrified. I raised my head in curiosity to see as a swarm of rockets, flying in the sky, so many of them that they would hide the sun, one would say. I and mom were indoors, I nudged my mom, and pointed at the window, I will never forget how terrified she looked. Her belly started pumping, she was breathing fast, her blue eyes huge as teacup disks, the smile fading from her purple-skinned face. I then noticed, bellow all the screams, that my little sister, Lillie, was crying. Not her usual cry for food or diaper change, this one would dig inside my ears, a high-pitched, cry of fear. My mom quickly glanced around, and instinctively picked me and Lillie up, rushing to the front door, to get to the galaxa car to escape. She grabbed they keys from the desk, thundering down the stairs. I could hear her heart pounding faster and stronger than ever, she would parkour her way, not stopping to avoid a crash, or to turn so she doesn't hit an object, her eyes pinned to the door. I heard loud banging at the door, I could understand that the adrenaline in mom's body made her ignore the sounds and focus on her objective, so, as a young toddler, I started hitting my mom's spacesuit. She must've thought I was just sad, didn't wanted to be picked up or afraid, and ignored me. The banging started getting louder, and louder, until, the door fell to the floor. At that moment, mom was about to open the door, but she swiftly glided to one side. Behind the then-destroyed-door, were spacesims carrying weapons. One of them hit my head, my vision went pitch black, and then, I woke up in here.

Woah, that took longer to write than I thought it would. Now, let us get back to the present day. The routine here is wake up, wait until Dimitri Allen comes to open the cell doors, have a shower and freshen up in the public bathroom, go to eat at the cafeteria, have some free time, and go back to your cell.

I've been writing for way too long, lights are out, so I guess this is it for today's entry.

May 15th of 2014
Dear Diary,

Today was a pretty traumatizing day for me. I'm walking down the hallway right now, and the walls are just sprayed with blood and scattered bullets.

It was 3:30 PM, at Yard time, when we, the prisoners, would basically do stuff to get money for the owners. Us kids would tend the garden, plant and fertilize plants, teens would go fishing, and Young Adults and up would do woodwork.

The yard is designed so that nobody needs to get off prison grounds to do the activities I mentioned above. There's a stream with a fairly amount of fish and frogs running at the middle of the yard, separating the kids from the adults. At the right side of the river, there are woodworking tables and equipment set up for the adults, and at the left there's a garden and a tool shed for the kids. Half the vegetables, seeds, and fruits that are collected from the garden are sold, and the other half are kept to fertilize other plants with, expand the garden with more product or used as bait for some specific kind of fish as I was told. The bigger and better quality fish are sold, and the smaller, with more fat, fish are kept as baits. Most woodwork is sold, and the lower quality is kept as an appliance for the prison (For example, lower quality toilets, beds, chairs etc).

I was minding my business, fertilizing a tomato plant with a minnow I recently got* (When *s are shown, scroll to the end of the chapter to see why they are there), I was finished with that plant, and tiredly walked towards the tool shed to get another fertilizer, every step felt like I was carrying an anvil with my shoulders. I could hardly feel my mud-soaked hands, I hadn't had any sleep the night before, and my vision was blurry. With the corner of my eye, I caught a young adult exchanging a pistol with a teen that was pretending to fish.

Fertilizing a tomato plant with a minnow just for people that dont play TS4, fertilizing plants with fish is possible, just wanted to get that out of my chest, because it looked weird when I typed that, so I thought I should explain it.

W.I.P.