Fanon:Area 52
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'Area 52' is a fan fiction written by TheSongOfAWolf AJ. It is about what is found written on Aphrodite Rauvu's diary, a young female alien-sim hybrid. Area 52 is the sim-version of the famous, Area 51, and is located in the then inhabited, Newcrest. The area was owned and run by Bill Hawks, and Dimitri Allen.
Character Introduction[edit | edit source]
- Aphrodite Rauvu Protagonist
- James Beckett Deuteragonist
- Lilith Moor Tritagonist
- Jacob Moor Supporting Character
- Lillie Rauvu Supporting Character
- Aileen Rauvu Supporting Character
- Demetrius Juarez Minor Character
- Andrew Saal Minor Character
- Myra Jacobsen Minor Dead Character, Appearing at flashbacks
- Luke Yost Minor Character
- Bill Hawks Minor Character
- Dimitri Allen Minor Character
May 14th of 2014[edit | edit source]
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 some 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[edit | edit source]
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's multiple 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 on 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. My black eyes huge as teacups as fear was crawling up my spine as I saw the teen loading the gun, my body forgot how tired I was. As the blur quickly got away, I recognized the teen, Andrew Saal. A green skinned, tall, well built edgy teen, his shirt torn after his failed attempt to escape, yesterday night, failed miserably, I wasn't a bystander but I just saw him sneaking out of his of cell, then coming back a minute later with a few guards surrounding him and one of them holding his torn shirt. After that moment I was just dealing with flashbacks, Andrew Saal, and a bunch of other teens and adults I didn't have the time to recognize, fired their guns at the guards guarding the doors. Other non-armed teens and adults following their example, a purple skinned female alien-sim hybrid, leaping at a guard's back, tightening her arms around his neck, until the guard collapsed to the ground. I shut my eyes closed, hid inside the toolshed, my palms forced against my ears, in a poor attempt to hide from the gunshots, the cries for help from both guards and prisoners, the sound of guards being choked to death. James Beckett, a tall, thin, green-skinned alien child, rushed inside the toolshed I was hiding in. I opened my eyes, and put my palms away from my ears, to hear the sound of cop sirens. Come on, Aphrodite, we need to get out of here while we still can now that the guards are busy dealing with the others! James said, shakingly grabbing my hand, getting my up from the floor. James Beckett has been my only friend here, and a really close one too. Since I was a toddler when I first got in here, we were together in the nursery, playing, and we still meet and chat often at yard time, today was just not my day to talk to anyone. I ran, following him, my feet racing through the blood-soaked dirt. Let us go from the main building to get to the front door, do that we won't have to deal with the cops coming from the sides he said. Cops? the word echoed in my head, last time they came was when Myra Jacobsen died. I shivered remembering Bill Hawks's adopted child's body, lying still in a pool of blood. Before I could reply, we were inside the building, a few footsteps away from the front door, from the door that would give us freedom, it was wide open, as it was waiting for us to rush through it, we would be finally free! Would. As soon as we reached the door, a bunch of cops entered, blocking us, ordering everyone to go to their cells.
Fertilizing a tomato plant with a minnow just for people that don't 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.
May 16th of 2014[edit | edit source]
Dear Diary,
Finally, after years of staying here, the cafeteria finished constructing.
It started constructing a year or something ago, and I would rarely see the people that supposedly built it doing their job, most of the time they were on their phones while eating croissants.
I bet eating at the cafeteria will be way better than having slop delivered to your cell, and eating it while sitting on your bed, staring at the sink that who knows how long it has been since it was last cleaned.
It was 2:00 PM, and as always, I expected a guard to come by my cell to serve me some slop to eat. I then started chatting with James Beckett, since his cell is a fox-length in front of mine, and with some other inmates that were in the same room of cells. As I was hearing the newest gossip from Lilith Moor, a guard burst into the room, signaling everyone to silence. Alright kids, listen up! The cafeteria is finished, Y'all will eat there from now on. It's next to the showers, so go! She opened the cell doors one by one. I immediately ran towards Lilith and Jacob Moor and James Herbertt. Wanna sit together at lunch? Lilith asked before I had the chance to. Sure. I quickly answered. We walked together towards the brand new cafeteria, a big handful of other kids raced to get a seat, pushing everyone off their way, Lilith being one of them. The room was huge, well-lit with a bunch of dining tables and chairs, and a big bar and kitchen with two mixologists and 3 cooks, and soda and candy bar machines. Not really exciting, but it's fine. Lilith raised her hand high from the table she and Jacob were sitting, signaling us to come over and sit with her. I as always sat next to James, and Lilith next to her brother, Jacob.
Since I haven't really written anything about them, I think now it's the time that I should. Lilith Moor is the source of all gossips and myths, most of her gossips are actually legit, but some just sound ridiculously insane. Like that time she told us that Bill Hawks and Dimitri Allen abducted her in her sleep to make experiments on her in the basement. Like come on, that just made my laugh when she first told me. She's also a moving gadget shop, with one way or another, she manages to steal some pretty handy and interesting items, such as keys, the guns that she sold to the teens that did the massacre yesterday, some notes, a map of the prison, and lots of more. If you ask her where she finds all that stuff, the answer will always be 'I have my ways'. Jacob is a mysterious guy, unlike Lilith, he's an introvert and depressed after his parents and infant sister died in front of his eyes, he feels guilty because he thinks he could save them.
The day slipped pretty quickly and solidly after that, we just kept chatting, gossiping, joking around and teasing each other. So I think that's it for today's entry.
May 17th of 2014[edit | edit source]
Dear Diary,
Last entry I mentioned that Lilith is 'like a walking store' with 'pretty handy and interesting things' but, I didn't mention that you can buy stuff from her, and I didn't mention how you can buy it from her.
Nothing really important happened today, so I'll just write about Lilith's little store thing. So, since she first came here, she, her brother and James came here the same time I did, and, as far as I can remember, everything she did by the time she was moved to the children cells, was stealing stuff. When she gathered some stuff that interested people like Andrew Saal, the teen that died when he attempted to escape at May 15th, he offered stuff to trade for stuff that interested him. Both Lilith Moor and Andrew Saal had/have illegally gained access to money, and have now spread it almost everywhere in the prison. But, most of the time Lilith Moor would accept things that see wanted, needed or things that would benefit her, not money. Some examples of what she wants are, pictures and information about people, public humiliation of her enemies, and as I mentioned above, things that would benefit her.
Remember when I wrote about May 15th, when everyone tried to escape, and Andrew Saal and some other teens had guns? Well, they bought these from Lilith. Yup, a 17-year-old bought weapons, and pistols from a 7-year-old.
So, yesterday at the cafeteria I asked Lilith Moor about May 15th, and she confirmed to me that she gave Andrew Saal, but only Andrew Saal some pistols she had stolen from guards in exchange for a key to the upstairs nursery, where toddlers stay with their mothers.
So I guess that's it for today.
May 18th of 2014[edit | edit source]
Dear Diary,
W.I.P.