Hi all. This is yet another Absolutely Crazy Interlude, this time concerning everyone's favourite evil minio, Veronica Smith. RealFire has been agonising over the story and dialogue on this one for a long time now and has scrapped about three different drafts for various reasons. She's not happy with the final version but it does the job because Veronica needs to be dealt with. Painfully. So sit back, enjoy the show, and try not to feel too badly for Veronica. Because she's evil. Let's get this show on the road, shall we?
"How long do you think it'll take for her to wake up?" "No idea. Hope it's soon though. Tee hee." Veronica Smith moaned in her sleep. Strange images and voices were running through her dreams.
She woke, groaned and stretched. "Wow, what a... uh-oh." Veronica found herself in a small glass box, dressed in a plain white robe. On the outside, four women who had to be Simselves were staring intently at her. Good morning, Veronica Smith.
"Oh, mighty Simself, please release me!" Get up, worm. You don't have the right to freedom. One of the other Simselves chuckled. "She does have the right to know what you're going to do with her, Fire." I was getting to that part. "Is this a trial?" Oh no. This is a sentencing.
Veronica Smith, of Veronaville, blah blah. I hereby find you guilty of attempted murder and with all my mighty smiting powers I sentence you to a good serve of your own medicine. One of the redheaded Simselves grinned cruelly. "This is going to be interesting." Veronica blanched. Simselves were notoriously vicious. About two hundred years ago, a Sim had crossed a Simself and ended up dying multiple, painful deaths. *coughcoughGarretSuriliecough*
We want this over and done with. We don't have the luxury of time, since your ex-employer is still at large. So we've had to skip over the many pokings with pointed objects and the sharks. Veronica wasn't sure if Fire was joking or not. You WILL, however, suffer for some time before we finish with you.
In the corner of your cell there is a little green bottle. Drink the contents. "Is it poison?" "Of course not," piped up the redheaded Simself who'd spoken earlier. "It's just a little witchcraft cure that Jeremy knocked up especially for you." The other Simselves dissolved into giggles as she spoke. Even Fire cracked a grin.
"It doesn't look safe..." The other redheaded Simself snapped, "Hurry it up, will you? Some of us have things to do tonight." "Cool it, Lark." "But it's true!" "Yeah, I'd rather be back at HQ before midnight." Lark, Cee, Lucy, pipe down. "All right, Miss Bossy."
Anyway. Veronica. It's perfectly safe. It only has a few minor side effects - mild nausea, headaches, pregnancy, dizziness... Veronica's lips peeled back in a silent howl as the potion burned its way down her throat.
"...Pregnancy?" Did I neglect to mention that? Whoops. "PREGNANCY?" Cee giggled. "Oh, last time I had this much fun we were torturing Garrett. Whee!" Veronica, you must surely remember that you drugged Rin while she was pregnant with the twins, then handed her over to the Commander to die? This is what they call payback.
In the next room, you will see Wakko the cowplant. He's not too picky about who he eats. "So you're going to kill me." "Not exactly. We're going to leave you here to die, like you did to Rin."
"Oh, this is ridiculous. I'll never take that cake." "I think you will, after a few days locked in that cell with no food. Cake tends to look pretty good when you're starving and pregnant... even if it's cowplant cake."
"I have no proof that I am actually pregnant and I have no intention of playing your odd games. Now, I believe I will get on with my book." Very well, Veronica. We will leave you to it. We'll be back in three days. The Simselves trooped out, all of them repressing laughter. "Is she really pregnant, Fire? Lucy whispered when they were outside. Nope. Just a small dose of food poisoning. Still funny.
No sooner were they gone when Veronica began to throw up violently into the convieniently-placed toilet.
"I guess... urgh... they were right about the... bleargh... pregnancy thing."
The next morning, Veronica woke with a start from a strange nightmare in which four crazy women were torturing her. "Goodness, what an odd dr- oh. Not a dream." She got out of the bed only to collapse on the floor.
Her cool, snarky veneer had cracked rather easily and the reality that she would not leave this house alive slammed into her. Hungry, stinky and losing her grip on reality, Veronica cast around for something to eat that was actually food and not furniture.
Veronica lunger at the cake, only to have it disappear. She pouted.
Wakko looked at Veronica with consideration. "Hmm. Not as stinky as the last one." Veronica gulped as the cowplant considered to examine her (quite a feat considering that he had no eyes).
"Hey!" Veronica took a step back as Wakko sniffed her. "Hmm. Very tasty. I suppose I can handle eating you." "Eating me?" "Blondie, I'm a cowplant. It's what we do. The cake is just for show. Any last words?" "You can talk?" "*sigh* Always with the same pathetic phrases. 'You can talk?' 'Why are you doing this to me?' 'Aaargh!' Pathetic."
Lark returned to the small cell and walked through to the cowplant. "Tidy job, Wakko." "Hey, you picked the best in the business." We better do something with that urn, called Fire from outside. "Yes, we had. And by we, I mean you, Fire."
I have to do everything around here, sighed Fire. Oh well. Inflammo .
The urn burst into flames and was soon reduced to ash. Veronica was gone at last. *** Thanks for reading! This was a pain to write since I wanted something that was both entertaining and a means of getting rid of this particular antagonist. I think I've skipped the entertaining part but it was in a way necessary. Stay tuned for the first chapter of generation six, coming soon!