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{{Infobox family2
|name = Goth family
|image = [[File:Goth Main.jpg|250px]]
|caption = Cassandra is ready to start a family of her own, but can she tame the town Casanova? And can Mortimer bounce back after the disappearance of his wife Bella?
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"Oh... well, you see, today is Cassandra's wedding," Mortimer explained, "and I feel very restless right now. Whenever I'm restless at night, I tend to go out for walks."
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"But why are you so restless, papa?"
"Your sister's getting married today, and when you watch your own children get married off, you will know..." his voice trailed off.
Alexander took a long, slow breath. "Well... I only hope Cassandra and Don are happy after this," he said.{{
Mortimer gave him a long, hard look. "I hope so too... but I do not think it will happen." With that, he turned around and headed for the bathroom, mumbling something about "his days."
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==Part 2. A bride's morning==
The aroma of whole-wheat pancakes filled the kitchen. Cassandra inhaled deeply to feed her lungs with the scent only organic wheat could provide.{{
Her stomach growled, angry that the lungs got the pancakes while it got nothing. Cassandra almost laughed. "The stomach," her father used to joke about, "is a bottomless glutton. Feed it anything and it will ask for more within a few hours. Yet it can never grasp the concept of storing fat so you don't ''have'' to eat."{{
One by one the pancakes were removed from the pan and onto the platter. She carried the dish into the dining room, where Alexander was waiting patiently.
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''Poor old man'', Cassandra thought. ''He must be defeated and deflated at the thought of my marriage''. Mortimer and Don were mostly strangers to each other, but Cassandra could tell Mortimer didn't trust Don. But he had spoken little about his concerns, for he was having his own affairs with Dina Caliente.
What nobody in the Goth family knew, however, was that Dina cared nothing about Mortimer. She only wanted a cut of the Goth's immense fortune. If she could marry Mortimer, she would gain access to virtually all of the money in the family, and once Mortimer died, she would be free to do whatever she wanted! Mortimer, however, was completely unaware of this, and sought Dina for her "young and pretty looks," (as he once said while he was drunk and seduced) and as a suitable replacement for his mysteriously vanished wife, Bella.{{
The family's only hope to prevent Dina from taking over the Goths was Mortimer's age. If he died sooner than the marriage, Dina would be able to inherit a small portion of money, but would otherwise be unable to gain access to the family's bank accounts.
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Mortimer walked into the room, waking Cassandra from her thoughts. "Sorry for being late," he said in a tired voice. "I, erm, wasn't exactly blessed by the sweet dreams fairy last night."
Cassandra nodded. "Maybe some hot food will make things better." She helped her aged father into his seat before serving him a plate of hot, sizzling flapjacks. Not one minute passed after Mortimer was served did he nod off and fall face-first into his breakfast.{{
[[File:Ts2 fanon goth family k6ka picture 2.png|thumb|right|250px|{{
"Well, talk about being ''very'' tired," Cassandra thought aloud. Alexander giggled slightly as his father snored, the sound muffled and distorted by the pancakes. Cassandra tried to eat quietly, but her father was just being too much of a clown.
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"Look who's here so early in the morning for my special day!"
Mary-Sue Pleasant wore a nervous smile and a dress that seemed just as nervous as her smile. "Well... even though my own marriage has gone up in smoke,{{
"Oh yes! I... I'm really, really sorry..." Cassandra began, her smile quickly giving way to a look of regret.
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"Yes, I noticed too. I hope it's nothing serious..."
Mortimer snorted like a pig. Alex turned around in his seat to conceal his laughter, with limited success. His father looked up, his face dripping with maple syrup.{{
Mary-Sue entered the dining room and chuckled at the sight of Mortimer. "At least your father really likes your cooking!" she said jokingly to Cassandra. "He likes it so much, his face needs a taste of it too."
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"Where's Daniel?" Cassandra asked.
"He's not feeling well, but he wants a slice of wedding cake!" Jennifer pointed to a Styrofoam food container wrapped in a plastic shopping bag. "Do leave him a slice."{{
Mary-Sue fell silent at the sound of her husband's name. Cassandra sensed this immediately and said, "Oh relax, Mary-Sue. It's just a small thing for him."
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"Where are your daughters?" Herb asked.
Before Mary-Sue could answer, Cassandra piped in: "They're at home, both of them ill with stomach flu."{{
"Ah, too bad." Herb turned towards the front door. "Well, if it isn't for the father of this young, enthusiastic bride!"
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"Herb!" Mortimer and Herb embraced. "It's been too long since we've last met. Do you ever plan on moving to Pleasantview? It's beautiful here!"
"Thanks, but no thanks. Maybe you should move up to beautiful Duchene,{{
"Ah, I'll pass. Pleasantview's my home, ever since my family founded Sunset Valley back in the old days.{{
"Whatever you say, old Morty." Herb reached down and picked up a young Alexander Goth, running around the yard playing tag with Lucy Burb. "And I assume your little one here will be taking over the town once he grows old?"
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"It's good food!" Alexander and Lucy shouted.
"It's good money," Darren said. "This is no Betty Crocker!{{
The Brokes were next. Brandi took a whiff of the air and exclaimed, "Wow! This must be Foodland!"{{
"Better than anything we've had recently," Dustin commented.
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"See that?" Brandi said, poking Dustin in the shoulder. "Why don't you play with Beau with that kind of enthusiasm?"
A black sedan pulled up and parked neatly on the side of the road opposite of the house. A man dressed in a black business suit, white-collar, and black tie emerged and headed towards the house.
"Ah, Reverend Graham Rooney..." Mortimer began.
"Please, please," the man said, "it's 'Pastor' Graham Rooney. 'Reverend' was a title I had many years ago."
"Sure... pastor..."
Herb came up. "Ah, Reverend Graham Rooney! It's been a long while..."
"Indeed it has Herb... but it's 'Pastor' Graham Rooney now."
"Oh... I see. Well, it's been many years since we last talked, so I didn't know how much you changed since then!"
Cassandra and Mary-Sue came out of the house. "Reverend—" Cassandra began.
"Please, Cassandra, it's 'Pastor' now," the man replied.
"Oh? You got promoted?" Mary-Sue asked.
"Well..." the man smiled, "...not necessarily 'promoted', just took on more responsibilities. I see you two have changed a lot over the years as well."
"I got more wrinkles than before, my hair's losing its graceful structure, and I could use a tan." Mary-Sue sighed. "I'm not as young as I used to be."
Just then, Darren Dreamer came around. "Reverend Graham Rooney!" he exclaimed. "How joyous of you to come!"
"Mr. Dreamer, please, I'm now 'Pastor' Graham Rooney."
"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"That's alright," the man replied. "It's been a while since I visited Pleasantview, so a lot of people don't know what happened to me since then. But..." he turned around and looked at his aged car, "...I made it in one piece!"
"So.... ''Pastor'' Graham Rooney... what's changed since you last visited?" Mortimer asked.
"Ah, too much to recall all in one moment. But I can say that, after my last visit to Pleasantview, I moved to the city and lived there for a few years, working and preaching in some of the roughest neighborhoods." He straightened his glasses and cleared his throat. "Not the best working conditions, but I suppose ''someone'' has to come to those souls."
"I've been there before," Herb replied. "The people there look pretty rough, but they're very benevolent once you get to actually know them. It's a shame most people up here in the 'burbs don't understand them."
Just then, Jennifer and John came out from the backyard. "Oh hello, Reverend..." they began.
"Oh, for ''goodness'' sake!"
Only one person was missing from the wedding now — the groom.
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Don squatted by the pavement, trying his best not to get his fancy suit dirty. Checking once again to make sure nobody was watching, he squeezed his eyes shut and gasped. A small stream of water came out, trickled onto the asphalt, ran under his car, and straight into a storm drain.
Sorry, fish.{{#tag:ref|Storm drains do not always connect to the sewage system. In many cases, storm drains carry water directly to bodies of water without any filtration.|name=Sorry fish|group=note}}
Don got up, fumbling with his belt. He hated tight, restrictive clothing that did nothing but just ''look'' nice. ''This is like a torture device for my body, a self-imposed, portable prison'', he thought.
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Don sat in his car and sobbed.
==Part 4.
A van pulled up in front of the Goth manor, marked with the logo of a large chef's hat accompanied by a turner.{{#tag:ref|What tool is called which can be confusing, and the spatula is no exception. Three kitchen tools all share the name "spatula" — turners, scrapers, and icing spatulas. '''Turners''' are used for flipping, rotating, or moving food while they're sizzling on a hot surface. They may have slots or holes in them to allow the grease to drip out. '''Scrapers''' are used for, well, scraping bowls and plates, usually to move sticky batter or dough around. They often have a plastic or wooden handle, and the scraping surface is made out of rubber or more plastic. Wooden scrapers also exist, primarily used inside skillets. '''Icing spatulas''' are used specifically for icing cakes, although they can also be used to level out dry measuring cups. They have long, thin blades (that are not sharp) used to create the smooth, beautiful icing surfaces on cakes. These are all commonly called spatulas, hence the confusion.<ref>http://kitchenboy.net/blog/spatula-or-turner-that-is-the-question/</ref>|name=Turner|group=note}} The driver got out and smiled at the guests.
"Ah, Dr. Goth," the driver said when he saw the aged scientist. "How goes your dull, retirement years?"
"About as interesting as fun as sitting in a chair from dawn to dusk staring up at a popcorn ceiling!"{{
"Hehe! Well, they always say 'The small is mighty.' And if worse comes to worse, you're always welcome to wear those old persons glasses with potato-sized lenses!"
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The caterer nodded and smiled weakly. Dirk rolled his eyes.
Cassandra came out of the house and gaped at the scene. "I thought only Jesus could feed five thousand with so little!"{{
"Don't worry, Cassandra. I took the liberty of buying some extras for your wedding." He sampled some of the falafels. "These aren't too bad, actually." He offered one to Cassandra. "Want some?"
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"Car? It's only a five minute walk!"
"But it's only a one minute drive...{{
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"Okay... I'll be there in one minute!" And with that, the town womanizer hung up.
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''Stay calm, Don... you can do this...''
More fidgeting. Don did a quick smell check. Wasn't looking good. His perspiration had built up under his fancy suit, and his undershirt was soaked. It smelled of blue cheese{{
''And the demons that have made my life so miserable right now!''
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Cassandra fiddled with her watch impatiently. ''Where is Don?'' she wondered. ''He's late for his very own wedding!''
Pastor Graham Rooney came out of the house. "Is the groom here yet?" he asked.
"He may as well be on Mars!" Mortimer replied. "I don't know why he's late today."
"Maybe he had an accident?"
"Accident? He lives only a five minute walk away from here!"
"He said he was ''driving'' here for some reason," Cassandra said.
"Well, ''I'' drove," the pastor said, smiling.
"He lives very close by. He shouldn't need four wheels and a leather seat." Cassandra looked at her watch again. 11:10 AM. ''Ten minutes late for his own wedding...''
Just then came the screaming of rubber on asphalt. Cassandra and the two men looked up to see Don's car fly right past a stop sign, well beyond the speed limit, passing the house with a ''ZING!'' It took a few seconds before Don managed to get the car to slow down and stop. The three watched with a mixture of bewilderment, relief, and revulsion as Don backed up the car towards the house, the smell of rubber pungent in the air.
The windows rolled down. "Hi," Don said. "Sorry I'm late."
Cassandra looked at the tire tracks on the road, then at the car, back at the tracks, and finally at the driver of the car itself. "That took a long time."
Mortimer and and Pastor Rooney stared at the car, blinking with surprise, before they recovered and said, "Well, I see the wedding can carry on!"
Don climbed out of the vehicle and locked its doors. "So.... I see we'll be happily together after ever today," he said nervously.
Just then, Darren Dreamer came around. "Don Lothario!" he said exuberantly, striding up towards him. "I see you're here at last!"
Don felt like strangling Darren in his tight, uncomfortable wedding clothes, but fought to control his anger — and his dread. "Uh huh... yes, I'm here," he said, smiling weakly.
"Come," Pastor Rooney said, "Come, Miss Cassandra Goth, Mister Don Lothario... your big moment awaits!"
==Part 5. I do...==
''Okay Don... this is your big day... man up, Don! Man up!''
Except he couldn't.
Don's eyes shifted to his left. Everyone at the party had seated themselves neatly in the array of chairs set out before the altar. Pastor Graham Rooney was to his right. Cassandra was right in front of him. ''Oh Lord,'' he thought, ''Everyone's watching me!''
Pastor Rooney smiled at the soon-to-be newlyweds. Cassandra was dressed to her best, both in clothing and in her body language. Today was the big day, the day that she had been waiting ages for. Finally, she was ready to start a family of her own!
Don took a nervous glance at the audience again. Mortimer Goth was sitting in the front row. But of course — which proud father could possibly miss out on seeing his eldest daughter tie the knot? Don knew that he was not on the best of terms with the old man, but Morty was trying not to let that get to his head. He smiled, or at least tried to, as he watched the man rumored to have been at least partially responsible in the disappearance of his wife prepare to marry his daughter.
Don saw Alexander, Cassandra's younger brother. He was seated next to his father, scratching his itchy suit, impatient for the big moment to happen. Next to him were the three Burbs: John, Jennifer, and little Lucy. In the row behind them sat Mary-Sue Pleasant and the Oldies. Across the aisle in the front row were Dirk and Darren Dreamer. Darren was excited — and nervous — at the same time. He caught Don looking at him and nodded slightly, as if to say, "Remember our deal!" Behind them were the three Brokes, with Brandi struggling to keep Beau still in his chair. She eventually gave up and sat the young tot on her lap. And, of course, the hired caterers, who were watching the ceremony from their stations.
"We have gathered here on this glorious, sunny Saturday to join these two Sims together in holy matrimony," the pastor began.
Cassandra's skin tingled with excitement. ''It's about to happen, it's about to happen!''
"I am no meteorologist, but I do have to make a comment about yesterday's weather. Rain, rain, and more rain, and I feared that today's wedding would be a washout." He inhaled, taking in a breath of the fresh, crisp air. "But today, we have been blessed by sunshine, and it serves to be an important reminder that life is like the weather. Some days it will rain, and oftentimes it is unpredictable, but the sun will always shine again."
Mortimer fidgeted in his seat. ''Don't do anything stupid to my daughter, Don!''
"Marriage is a declaration of true love. True love is a sacrifice. And a sacrifice isn't something to take lightly. Our God the Father, Creator of all of Creation, sent God the Son, whom we all know as Jesus, to make the ultimate sacrifice — His very own life. First John chapter four verse eight says, 'Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.'{{#tag:ref|[https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+John+4%3A8&version=NIV 1 John 4:8 (NIV)]|name=1 John 4:8|group=note}} Nothing expresses love more than one's ''voluntary'' sacrifice of their life to save others."
Mary-Sue glanced nervously at Don. ''I hope you don't wind up being a broccoli-sniffer like my husband!''
"Today marks the beginning of a very special commitment, and a very special sacrifice. Marriage is when two become one; when a man leaves his family and is united to his wife, and together they become one flesh.{{#tag:ref|[https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+2%3A24&version=NIV Genesis 2:24 (NIV)]|name=Genesis 2:24|group=note}} Marriage translates into an intimate commitment between both parties, one that will stand the test of time, and a sincere declaration of love. Marriage can thus only be administered by God Himself, a God of love."
John and Jennifer held hands. ''Now you're about to experience the joy of being together!''
Pastor Rooney turned to Cassandra. "Cassandra," he said gently, "do you take Don to be your wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, and keep him, in sickness and in health, remaining faithful to him for as long as you both shall live?"
Don could feel the tension in the crowd. All eyes were on Cassandra. Even the birds had stopped chirping to avoid interrupting the big moment.
There were tears in Cassandra's eyes. She looked at Don, then back at the pastor, and said softly, "I do."
Don could feel some of the audience members breathing a sigh of relief. Mary-Sue smiled at her friend. Beau had gone back to scrambling around in his original seat. But Mortimer and Darren weren't finished just yet. They still had one more person to go to before they could finally relax... or explode.
Pastor Rooney exercised great patience. He was no stranger to weddings, and no matter how excited he felt, he always remained quite calm. He turned to Don. "Don," he said gently.
Don very nearly wet himself! His bladder had gone from content to flashing emergency sirens in a heartbeat. The sweat built up on his skin in great quantities, and his undershirt grew damp and sticky. ''Oh no.... here he comes, here he comes! He's going to ask me.... he's going to ask me...''
"...do you take Cassandra to be your wedded wife?"
''Uh...''
"Do you promise to love her..."
''Maybe!''
"...comfort her..."
''Sometimes.''
"...and keep her..."
''I don't know... can I?''
"...in sickness and in health..."
''As long as I don't have to pay the medical bills.''
"...remaining faithful to her for as long as you both shall live?"
''No! No, just no!''
But the words never came out, much to his relief... or displeasure? Now everyone was looking at him. Cassandra was looking at him. Pastor Rooney was looking at him. The caterers were looking at him. Mortimer and Darren were especially looking at him.
''I've been put up on the spot! This is a stage, and the spotlight is on me! And I have forgotten my lines!''
Don opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He tried again, but still, nothing. His mouth hung agape, and he knew he had to say something soon before the flames of hell crept up his legs and charred him like fish on the grill. The walls of the world were closing in on him like a trash compactor, and the forces of nature began to squeeze and compress him outside-in, like a pressure cooker.
''Cassandra...''
''Mortimer...''
''Alexander...''
''Darren!''
'''"I'M SORRY!"'''
Don wasn't entirely sure whether he said that out loud or not, but he didn't wait to see the results. He turned on his heels, turned away from the crowd, and ran.
He had never run so fast before in his life.
There was no reaction, or at least, none that he felt or heard. He ran, the soft grass of the Goth's well-tended lawn feeling like overgrown weeds clawing at his legs. He ran, the sounds of his footsteps echoing on the solid footpath. He ran, the sounds of his hands pulling the keys to his car out of his pocket, struggling with the remote. He ran, until he reached his car, fumbling with his hands to avoid dropping the keys. He scrambled inside, slamming the door after him, and jabbed the keys into the ignition. There was a pause, then a cough, and the sound of the engine coming to life. He floored the gas, sending the car lurching forward violently, and he hit the curb hard. The car shook and quaked vigorously as he struggled to navigate the vehicle over other people's lawns and sidewalks. He plowed through a wooden fence. He knocked over a trash can. His right side-view mirror disappeared as he sped past a large oak tree. Finally, he managed to get the car back onto the public road, and from there, he drove off into the distance.
The crowd was silent. Every one of them were too flabbergasted to speak. Cassandra stood frozen in place like a statue, too shocked to comprehend what had happened. John and Jennifer's hands dropped as the two stared at each other. Even Pastor Rooney was completely stunned. Darren wanted to cheer, but he managed to control himself and hold it in. ''You did it, Don!'' he wanted to say. ''You ditched Cassandra!''
At last, Mortimer broke the silence: "Well, ''I'' should've known; I should have known that slimeball was up to no good!"
==Author's notes==
* The Goth family's story begins on a '''Saturday'''.
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