Fanon:Moonlight in Sunset Valley

''This story has elements from every Sims game (including Medieval) and every expansion pack. Contains things that cannot happen in Sims. All items used are from TheSimsResource and the Sims 3. ''

Prologue
''My family is strange and odd. My father's side consists of poor lettuce farmers that once lived in the mountains of Sunset Valley. My mother's side is the most troubling. Vampires, werewolves, witches both bad and good, PlantSims, and the occasional ordinary Sim. I tell my story of how I encountered my mother's ancestors right after meeting my father's family. Shall we begin?''

Chapter 1: My Father's Family
Normally, when you get an invitation to your grandparent's cottage in the mountains, you think it's going to be a wonderous vacation. Well, for me it isn't. My dad's parents live in an old dusty place high up in Pinochle Point. I love them, but they wear shabby clothing and the air reeks of lettuce and the occasional wilting garlic plant. Grandma and Grandpa are my father's parents. Grandmother and Grandfather are my mother's. See the difference in formality?

I had driven up the mountain path myself in my Yomoshoto Evasion. All I had packed was a set of pajamas, my swimsuit, three books (A Magnetic Attraction, Unicorns for Audrey, and I'm Still Cool), and a gift for my grandparents: three watermelon seeds to plant. They were thrilled to add new plants to their collection. I loved the teeny cottage, but I enjoyed little to none of my stays there. As usual, I slept in the musty attic. I liked it and had bought some of furniture with the money I had earned by selling produce, working shifts at the bookstore, selling the items that my sister Kate stole from the Altos, the Goths, and the Landgraabs, and mooching huge amounts from Holly Alto. Some were from Grandma's old bedroom in the small cabin she had lived in as a girl.

Still, the attic was very simple and basic. My bed had white argyle bedding and I had a homespun styled lamp on a white flowered nightstand. There was an antique desk with a cheap computer and another homespun styled lamp. A cherry dresser stood in a corner. A short bookcase with one broken leg held a meager collection of volumes from my father's childhood. ''A Noble History of Socks, Llama Rights, Point Farmer: The Story of Grant Rodiek. ''You could tell by the three books in the bookcase that my father was a history nut. Emphasis on nut.

I put my clothes in the dresser and deposited the books into the bookcase. Suddenly, my cellphone rang. "Hi! Lilly here," I greeted the caller. "Greetings," a sinister female voice answered. With a dull sinking feeling, I replied. "Greetings, Grandmother. I hope you are doing well in Riverview. How is Grandfather?" I asked. I never spoke that way in real life. With my mother's family, I had to wear my best clothing and speak politely and formally. With everyone else, I could wear anything and speak normally. My mother had left Riverview and had married my father to get away from the stiff formalities.

"I am doing well, Lillian. Your Grandfather is away on business. You know how charismatic politicians are. Flighty and unpredictable. So, how is Mayflower?" Grandmother purred gently. "Mother is doing just fine. Father has just gotten a promotion. Isn't that wonderful? How is Clarice?" I chirped. Clarice was the live-in maid that served my grandparents. She had served them since she was a child. Her family also lived there.

"''My,my. My worst nightmare has come true. Your mother has taught you to despise the teachings I have bestowed on you. How many times have I told you to not be familiar with people under your station?" ''Grandmother scolded. I smiled slyly. I composed myself and forced a polite, yet forceful reply. "I apologize profusely, but I assure you that Mother has done none of the sorts. As you already know, she tries to disassociate anything from you away from her. I speak on my mother's humble behalf," I argued softly.

I could hear Grandmother pushing in her chair as she got up. "That is it! I am coming over this instant! Tell your mother that I am going to stay over for one week and make her explain!" she trilled sharply. I heard a click and she was gone. I hung up and hastily packed. I was sure Grandma and Grandpa didn't mind. I was right. They told me maybe another time and kissed me goodbye. I drove quickly, almost speeding. I sprinted up to my door and walked in on a major romantic session between Mom and Dad. They finished their make-out action and turned to me, looks of amusing shock etched on their faces. My words nearly gave them a heartattack. "Grandmother and maybe Grandfather are coming to stay for a week!" I screamed.

Chapter 2: Their Visit
I looked at my new everyday outfit. It was a mint green silk dress that came to midcalf. It was not like I hated it. I liked it. Especially with the pearly white heels and the simple silver necklace. I knew that Grandmother would approve of it. The bow on the front would make sure of it. I put my hair in two braids with green plaid ribbons. My red hair made me look like an absolute leprechaun. My pretty, yet elfish face did nothing to prove my point wrong.

It was both Grandmother and Grandfather. Grandmother's full name (title included) was Contessa Hecate Delia Marie Delicourt Mandan. Grandfather's full name (title included) was Count Menalaus Conte Viktor Mercutio Mandan. They were the descendants of the royal family of SimNation when it had been a kingdom. That meant that my mother's full name (title included) was Viscountess Mayflower Alice Rosalie Hecate Delicourt Mandan Williams. She had three last names. Delicourt (Grandmother's maiden name), Mandan (Mom's maiden name), and Williams (Mom's married name).