Welcome to the true story of the Villareal family of Windenburg, a family that Definitely Does Not Have Any Secrets.
(Ok, ok, so this story is only 82.81% true. I took screenshots as I was playing just for fun, letting the game drive the plot, then took some pick-up shots to fill in the gaps.)
The Von Haunt Estate is a wonderful tourist destination for families, and Jacques couldn’t be happier to finally be away from his.
With his annoying kids out of the way until their secret meeting tonight, Jacques could get back to his second-favorite hobby:
-while in cosplay. And, miraculously, he wasn’t the only Sim in Windenburg with this hobby. There was a whole club devoted to it.
The suit was stifling hot, you could barely breathe in it, and it was very hard to see the chess pieces, but Jacques loved it nonetheless. And, it was more socially acceptable than his other favorite hobby, murder.
Tonight, Jacques would have to work (they say evil never sleeps, and neither do level 9 criminals in the criminal career), but for now, he had the whole afternoon to play chess in his clinkity-clankity suit of armor.
Meanwhile, Luna and Lady Mimsy were getting along like peanut butter and jelly.
She was just teaching the ghost how to slide into someone’s DMs when a voice startled them.
“Ghost!” shouted the voice, muffled by the suit of armor. “Go away, ghost! You leave her alone!”
Luna burst out laughing. “Relax! Mimsy’s, like, not even a little scary. And we’re besties, actually.”
“…besties?” said Mimsy.
“It means we’re BFFLs,” explained Luna.
The figure in the suit stiffened. “Well, I uh, thought you were maybe in trouble. Do you always laugh at people trying to help you?”
“Only when they’re wearing costumes from a Halloween store,” she retorted. “But thanks for the noble gesture.”
“Hey now, this is custom-tailored plate armor.” Was it just Luna or did this knight sound cheeky?
“Yo, I am not a nerd. You’re the nerd.”
“Said the person wearing a custom-made knight outfit.” Her mouth twitched with a smile. Two could be cheeky.
She searched the face of the suit for a reaction, but couldn’t see anything behind the visor. She could swear the knight wasn’t taking their eyes off her, though.
Behind her, Luna heard Mimsy suppress a giggle. “Well, I must attend to some ghostly business, bestie. Have fun with your knight in shining armor!”
“Wait, I’m not looking for like, a savior or anything,” she said, but Mimsy had already floated away. Luna placed a hand on her hip.
The knight tutted, shaking their head. “And here I thought you were just a nice, boring girl.”
Luna narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m just saying, you’re not what I expected. I didn’t know a pretty, popular girl like you could be so savage.”
“Well, I’m full of surprises,” said Luna with another coy smile. She didn’t know who was in this knight suit, but they certainly had her attention. And it didn’t escape her notice that they had called her pretty.
Max had found his own ghost to talk to, a translucent figure standing at an easel.
The ghost of Lord Bernard turned, tensing as he saw Max. “Yes, child?” he said.
“Is that your art?” said Max, pointing at the piece on the easel.
The ghost raised his eyebrows, but then puffed his chest up proudly. “Why yes, it’s only half-finished, but-“
“I now see why you killed yourself.”
Bernard stood frozen in shock for a brief second, then descended upon the child like a raging tempest.
“Listen here, you little ratbag,” he spat. “It was an accident.”
“Yeah, right,” said Max.
“The fire was never supposed to spread-“
“The painting you threw into the fireplace was waaay too big to fit in there and you knew it. Of course you knew the fire would spread.”
Bernard spluttered in shock.
“Ooh, burn!” said Max. “Literally! Haha!”
And the more Bernard quivered with rage, the more Max grinned.
Just past the seething ghost, over the railing and below the walkway, lay a vast collection of hedges, and within those hedges, a certain teenager was lost.
Hugo checked his Voidcritter Go! app on his phone. “Let’s see, this is where I found the Dicoatl, which means I want to turn right to get out of here – wait, there’s no right-“
The sky was darkening and Hugo’s stomach was growling, and he was pretty sure he’d passed this spot of hedges before. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.
“Oh plum,” he said to himself, getting worried. “I gotta get to Dad’s Family Fun Day, but I’m all mixed up now…”
Luna was still with the knight who had “saved” her from Mimsy’s ghost. Somehow, the entire afternoon had slipped away while they were talking.
“So, why were you so aggressive towards Mimsy? Are you afraid of ghosts or something?”
“No!” said the knight quickly. “And I’m not aggressive. I’m tough. I don’t want anybody messing with people I care about.”
“So you saw me and decided you cared about me? That’s why you were acting tough?”
“No,” said the knight, a little too quickly again. “You know, just because you act like a princess doesn’t mean every knight is fawning over you.”
Luna paused, frowning for a brief moment, before slyly raising a finger to the knight’s helmet.
“So, who is my tough knight in shining armor who doesn’t care about me?” she said, slowly lifting their visor,
-but the knight stepped back before she could reveal their face. “H-hey! Hands off the suit, princess,” they stammered.
Luna doubled over giggling. “You said you didn’t care about me, but suddenly you’re too shy to show me your face?” She straightened back up, still giggling, and handed the knight something.
“Here,” she said. “Because I like you even though you’re shy.”
“Uh, what?” The knight stood there, flustered, holding Luna’s phone.
“I’m asking for your number, genius. It’s almost nightfall and I have to go.”
“Oh!” If the knight was blushing, Luna couldn’t tell. They struggled to enter their number on her phone with their clunky metal fingers, finally handing it back after several painstaking minutes.
“There you go. Don’t text me anything too savage, princess. Or do.”
Luna wondered if the knight was smiling.
She giggled. “Goodbye, my knight in shining armor.” Luna blew them a kiss, betting it would send them weak in the knees,
-and she was right.
Luna sauntered away, butterflies tingling in her stomach.
As she walked off into the sunset, she could barely concentrate on her Family Fun Day obligations. All she could think about was her mysterious knight in shining armor.
While Luna was successfully making friends, Max was successfully making enemies.
It was official now: Lord Bernard Escargot Shallot IV was afraid of a 10-year-old.
When the sun started to set, Max finally walked away from his new enemy, triumphant.
It was Max: 1, Bernard: 0.
But the day wasn’t over yet, and Jacques was waiting for his children. The real work of Family Fun Day was just about to begin.