#i hate you peponi muenda

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#i hate you peponi muenda #the sims 2 #strangetown #olive specter #strangetown shenanigans

[aorticsims]

Our favourite alleged criminal turned elderly witch doctor, Olive Specter. You can see the African influence I went with for her makeover. If there was fourth magic sage dedicated to potions and alchemy, I imagine that Olive would resume that role.

Name: Olive Specter, née Muenda, previously Thanasia and Mortis Pronouns: she/her Age: Young Adult Life State: Spellcaster, Ghost Career/Schooling: Unemployed with Villainy degree Aspiration: Purveyor of Potions Personality: Knowledge Traits: Child of the Islands, Hates Children, Noncommittal Family: Daughter of Peponi and Lerato Muenda, Ex-Wife of Ichabod Specter, Rigger Mortis and Hugh Thanasia, Sister of Willow N’gmos, Supposed Mother of Nervous Subject, Aunt and Caregiver of Ophelia N’gmos Zodiac: Scorpio Likes: Black, Red, Mischief, Handiness, Gardening, Strange Tunes, World Music, Mission Decor, Pessimistic Sims, Idealist Sims, Rascals, Argumentative Sims, Deception, Arguments, Deep Thoughts, Discussing Interests Dislikes: Backyard Music, Pink, Storybook Decor, Egotistical Sims, High Energy Sims, Jokes, Pranks, Silly Behaviour Hobby: Nature Skills: Cooking/2, Gardening/4, Herbalism/5, Medium/3

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As a child, Willow often fell ill, having been haunted from a young age by a somewhat poor immune system that left her quite weak. For her, something as minor as the common cold could easily become something much worse.

And just as Lerato and Peponi had feared, their daughter returned home one day with a terrible, rattling cough. But she didn’t seem worried. At least, not at first.

But in her paranoid parents’ eyes, it was just another example of the Muenda family curse. It was yet another instance of the cold hand of fate trying to take something they held dear away from them.

[Content Warning: childhood illness, coma, near-death experience]

As the days dragged on and her condition steadily worsened, she often came inside from playing with her tiny body wracked with sudden coughing fits, spitting blood on her white dress. Something she tried to hide.

Willow knew how much her parents would fret over her if they knew. She hated seeing them sad. She just didn’t want anyone to worry...

...even as her eyes grew heavy and her limbs grew stiff, unable to hold herself upright.

Upon seeing her sister unconscious and pale on the floor, Olive screamed, falling to her knees. Calling for their parents to come quickly. Cradling the child in her lap, feeling for a pulse.

Begging her little sister to please wake up...

But she just wouldn’t. She simply laid there. Eyes closed, breathing labored, and her body trembling and feverish. And no matter what they tried, she never woke up again.

As time marched forward, Willow’s condition only continued to deteriorate. Having tried everything, the local physician told them that at this stage of her illness, there was little to do but wait and see how her condition developed. But the odds weren’t looking good. 

In fact, it was increasingly likely that she would die. And very soon.

As much as they wished otherwise, Peponi and Lerato were told to make peace with this fact, to try to keep her comfortable in her final days, and to say their goodbyes.

But Olive, on the other hand, didn’t want to believe it. In fact, she refused. 

From the day her little sister was born, Olive had spent her time looking out for Willow in the face of the curse that her parents were so desperately afraid of, and she wasn’t going to stop now. Even after the news broke of her sister’s impending passing, she would spend every day at Willow’s beside, looking for any sign that she’d miraculously stir awake and bounce back.

She held Willow’s tiny hand as tightly as she could bear it, up until the day where she breathed her last. She could feel the girl’s skin as it steadily went from burning hot to frighteningly cold, a sensation that would easily haunt her for the rest of her life.

“Please... no...” She whispered, staving off the realization that her baby sister was gone. She wanted to believe that Willow was still there, just dreaming. “Please don’t do this to me... please wake up...”

“It’s too late for that.” An unfamiliar, monotone voice stated. “Your sister is gone. Now step aside, Muenda, and let me do my job for once.”

“No!”

“...No? What do you mean ‘no?’” The Reaper’s voice was indifferent at best, annoyed at worst. “Oh, right. Your family still thinks it can defy death itself, huh...”

“Look! I know... I know what you must be thinking, hearing me ask this, but... please.” Olive stared tearfully into the empty void of the Grim Reaper’s hood, her dignity thoroughly stripped from her as she pleaded with him to reconsider. “She’s just a little girl, she-- she didn’t deserve any of this! Please... I’ll do anything you want, as long as she gets to live.”

The Reaper stared down at her, his expression - naturally - being completely unreadable. But the intense thought in his sudden pause was palpable, as was his genuine confusion. “...Anything?”

“Yes. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

“Hm... interesting.” The Reaper mused, “This is new. I’ve never had a member of your bloodline offer something like this before.”

With a sigh, he motioned for the girl to stand. “Alright. I suppose I could make an exception to the rule. Just this once.”

“Thank you...” Olive wiped her eyes, sniffling. “What do you want from me in return?”

The Reaper hesitated, “Just to be certain, you, uh... you did say anything, right?”

“Yes... anything.”

“Alright, well... How about this, a life for a life--”

Olive didn’t even hesitate, answering before Grim could finish his sentence. “Deal! If you want my soul, take it!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! That’s not what I was getting at!” The Reaper exclaimed, “But I greatly appreciate your selflessness. It truly means more to me than you could possibly know.”

At this, she blinked in confusion. If it wasn’t her soul, then what did he want from her? “So... what are you getting at?”

“To be honest, I’m getting rather tired of this job. I’ve been at this ‘reaping’ business for hundreds upon thousands of years and it gets exhausting after a while. But, you see, the Grim Reaper can’t just quit.” The tone of his voice turned hesitant, thinking this through, “So... instead, I’ve been looking to ‘pass the scythe along’ so to speak.”

“Are you asking me to take over your job for you?”

“Haha! Wait... you’re serious?” The Grim Reaper shook his head, “No, Olive. It doesn’t work like that. Since you are a mortal, I’m pretty sure that if you touched my scythe, you’d actually just die.” 

He sighed, thinking of how to word this. “I’m basically asking you to help me... produce an heir. Someone who, by the circumstances of their birth, is more than qualified to take my place. So... how does that sound? Do we have a deal?”

“...WHAT?!”

“Okay, look, I know it’s confusing and weird but - long story short, I need someone who can easily serve as a bridge between the worlds of the living and the dead. Someone like me.” From his voice, it was clear that if he had a face, he’d be grimacing right now. He was just as unenthusiastic about this deal as she was. “I mean, if it helps, I’m not going to make you go through with it immediately or anything, because I don’t need it right now.”

“That’s still pretty weird, though!” Olive shouted, “I’m, like... barely twenty years of age. I’m hardly equipped to take care of a child, and you expect me to carry your... weird death baby?”

“I said NOT RIGHT NOW! Think of it this way - the deal is your sister’s life in exchange for this ‘itty bitty little favor’ I’ll ask for in... like, twenty to thirty years, at the minimum. Surely you’ll have your life together by then, right?” Grim replied. “And furthermore, knowing my history with your family, that’s actually a pretty generous deal.”

“Don’t you usually play a guessing game or something? Or-- or chess? That’s what I’ve read, at least. Why can’t we do that?”

“If it was any other mortal, I’d consider it. But I don’t play such games with Muendas anymore.” If he had eyes, he’d be rolling them out of his skull. “But I mean, if you want your sister to die a certain death, that can be arranged.”

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, FINE!” Thoroughly exasperated, Olive placed her hand in the Reaper’s bony palm and shook it as hard as she could without snapping it off of his wrist, “It’s a deal! Just bring my sister back already, damn it!”

“A life for a life...” The Reaper muttered, staring at their intertwined hands before looking back up at her. His voice boomed, “This contract is sealed.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“And remember, no one can know.” 

“What? Why not--”

As the Grim Reaper disappeared in a puff of black smoke, Olive grumbled under her breath. The absolute audacity of that... thing, can you believe it?

“...Olive? Why are you yelling so much?”

At that, Olive gasped, immediately shaken out of her previous train of thought. “Willow! You’re... you’re alive! It’s a miracle!”

“Um... Yeah. I guess so...” Willow quickly noticed the sad look in her sister’s eyes, frowning. “Are you okay?”

Choking on her words, Olive tried to hold it together. “Yes... of course. Of course I am. Well... actually... you see, Willow, you--... I--”

A sudden sense of dread struck her. Judging from the seriousness in the Reaper’s voice, Olive just knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to tell her the truth.

“N-- Nevermind.” She stuttered. “Can I... can I get a hug?”

Willow stared at Olive in confusion for a minute, before rising from her bed and wrapping her arms around her. “Sure thing, sis.”

...

“Olive? Are you... crying...?”

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