{CHAPTER 1 : The birth of a new world }


(Author's note: Note that, characters in this drabble are based off real life people. Offending or not, I don't care. Why? cos' you respect loooove me, thats why. )

One sunny day, Michelle sat on her ass and stared at Mabel playing sims 2. She looked on boredly as she tried to get the female sim to give birth to a female.

"DAAAAMN. IT'S A BOY AGAIN!" she groaned, clicking on the mouse.

Michelle munched on her cookies and took a sip of her milk. She eyed Mabel as if she was having a spasming fit. Which, she probably was.

"Oh, wait.. it's twins!" Mabel drew back and gasped. Hope sparkled in her eyes and she clasped her hands together tightly. The sims began chattering away in a forgein langue that sounded like a mixture of bad french and spanish and started to laugh as a half-naked baby sim popped out magically from the air.

"....NOOOOOOOO!" Mabel threw her head back and screamed. "IT'S A... IT'S ANOTHER BOY!"

Mabel was soon slamming her forehead against the desk repeatedly, grieving in her inability to concieve a baby sim girl.

Michelle sighed and looked back to her phone, resumming her read on a death note fanfic, grinning wildly like a demented loony.

"MELLO AND NEAR ARE ADORABLE!" She announced, swirling around in her chair, knocking her cup of milk over in the process. God knows why she thought a girly mafia man and a little boy who resembled a sheep were cute.

"... you're freaking me out."

"DON'T QUESTION MY TASTE IN MEN!" Michelle snapped defensively and Mabel just continued clicking silently.

'...she's a freak.' Mabel thought in agreement to herself.

Michelle delivered a powerful whack to the side of her head.

"OW!" Mabel exclaimed at the swift punishment. She babied her head and looked at Michelle with a pout. "What was that for!" She demanded, rubbing her sore spot.

"I'm a physic. I can read your thoughts." Michelle shrugged sheepishly. "That, and I'm pratically writing this drabble... so yeah." She scratched her head and Mabel continued to look at her as if she just grew a mustache in world-record timing.

"I'm bored." The otaku declared, turning around in her swivel chair again and again.

"What's an Otaku?" Mabel asked innocently, catching a glimsp of the written text and Michelle gazed at her boredly to explain.

"An Otaku, my dear," She tried to sound mature and intelligant. "is one who is appreciative of the great Japanese art of anime and manga."

"Oooooh." Mabel nodded understandingly.

"I'm bored." Michelle sighed, pushing her phone away after re-reading her fanfic for the fifth time.

"Yeah me too." Mabel nodded again.

"Shut up and play your pregnancy game."

"WHAT!" Mabel gasped, offended. "It's sims 2!! And you're the one who owns it!"

"EXCUSES!" her best friend denied, jumping to her feet with zeal. She rushed to her other computer - a much laggier and older one - and went to make a new blog.

"I SHALL COMMENCE ON THE GREAT ART OF DRABBLE-WRITING!" She shouted stupidly with a cry full of energy, holding a finger in the air, as if to announce something of great importance. Which was quite the opposite, really.

"Bwuhahahah!" She cackled evilly to herself, looking for the perfect blogskin.

"..." Mabel shook her head in disappointment and turned back to her pregnancy sims 2 game.

"You're mad," She muttered, putting the baby sim, who still had a bursting bladder of green sims 2 milk in their system, into the ugly yellow crib.

"That, my friend, I am." Michelle smiled and brought her new blog to life.