Crux fakes a yawn as he emerges from his room. “What is it, Lyra? You startled me awake.”
“Yeah, I don’t think we woke you,” Lyra scoffs. Crux blushes.
“We’re sorry to interrupt you and Polaris. I know you were enjoying yourselves,” Lily smiles, “but Lyra and I discovered something.”
“A big fucking problem,” Lyra clarifies, “we discovered a big fucking problem.”
“You keep using that word…”
“Seriously, Crux. This is some grave shit.”
“It involves Polaris. And you,” Lily says, “Would you please get her?”
Crux opens his bedroom door and beckons at Polaris to come out. “Sorry to wake you, Polaris. Lyra and Lily have something important to show us.” Lyra rolls her eyes. He’s not fooling anyone. Polaris emerges shyly, and Lyra gestures towards the table.
“Sit. I’ve got something to show you,” Lyra places a laptop in front of Polaris and opens a website: Seeking the Truth: Your Source for Alternate News in Simnation. She navigates to the forum, and opens two posts: “alien in the library???” and “alien anchor baby???”
“Read these. Both of you.”
Crux leans over Polaris’ shoulder and scowls as he reads “alien in the library???”
“A thing? I am not a thing; I am a man,” he frowns, “This is troubling. This naynay person appears to be obsessive.”
“Read the next one,” Lyra says.
“Repulsive….” she mutters to herself.
“One of my contacts in Bridgeport trolls these kinds of sites. He forwarded it to me this morning,” Lyra says, “What do you think, Crux? Could the Commander find out about this?”
“Eridanus? I think not. I worked with him for over a year, and he prefers cloak and daggers type surveillance,” Crux shrugs, “besides, I do not think he would frequent this type of website.”
“Bee in his bonnet?”
“Polaris, are you not feeling well?”
“That bastard put my daughter’s picture online and people are threatening her. So no, I’m not feeling well.”
“Did you read until the end? That thread will be deleted; it will be fine.”
“Nothing is ever gone from the internet. And they called you a thing, Crux, and Lily and Lyra ‘fugly-ass females.’ These people are crazy and angry—they just need pitchforks and torches. This is dangerous,” Polaris raises her voice, “I don’t understand how you can be so calm about this.”
“If you’re not going to do anything, I will,” Polaris shoots up and rushes to Crux’s room, grabbing her phone off the nightstand. She dials Luke’s number.
“Fine. We’re having a great time! Lulu’s really good at Bloodinator 9000…”
“So she’s safe? They’re all okay?”
“Of course. Polly, are you okay? You sound upset.”
“It’s just…who lives next door to you?”
“Some lady? Have you ever talked to her?”
“No. What’s going on?”
“Luke, don’t freak out but someone posted a picture of Lulu on some weird website. They were making…they were making fun of her because of her condition. A friend showed it to me. The person who posted the picture said they lived near you.”
“Shit…” Luke is quiet for a moment, “that bitch…I’m going to---“
“—no, I’ll take care of this. You don’t want to scare the kids. Just…get some curtains. And don’t tell Lulu. It’ll upset her.”
“What does fugly mean, Lyra?” Lily looks confused
“Oh. I think you’re pretty, though. Not fugly at all,” Lily tilts her head and smiles.
“Right back at ya, kid,” Lyra grins.
“I found the woman who posted those pictures. She lives next door to Luke,” Polaris marches to the front door, “I’ll be back soon.”
“That bitch’s house. I’m going to find her, and I’m going to talk to her, or at the very least kill her.”
“Do not make such threats—you are being irrational.”
Polaris spins around. “What do you expect me to do, Crux? This person is creeping around, taking pictures of us, and she knows we’re not human. We’ve been making it so far with this stupid disease story, but it’s not going to last.”
“And what if the Commander finds this? It’s not like he’s been entirely predictable in the past.”
Crux frowns a little. He had run dozens of scenarios in his mind, but Eridanus discovering them via a conspiracy website was not one of them. “I highly doubt that will happen. Please, Polaris, do not go. We will figure out another way to address this issue.”
“They threatened my child! I have to find this woman and I have to get her to leave us alone.”
“Cooler heads prevail. I will not let you go and—“
“No! You don’t understand, Crux. I don’t expect you to understand” she pauses, “I can’t explain it. Instinct is telling me to confront this woman, to protect Luna.” She stares at him pleadingly.
“Yes,” Crux sighs, “I understand your desire to protect your offspring. But do not go alone. Lyra?” He turns to her.
“Hell yes I’ll go,” Lyra replies, perking up. It’s been awhile since she’s gotten to partake in some good old-fashioned violence.
“Please be careful, both of you. Try to avoid violent confrontation. And Polaris, you may want to change before you go.” Polaris looks down.
“So what’s the plan for when we get there?”
“Fuck that bitch up,” Lyra responds. Polaris raises her eyebrow.
“Seriously? Crux might have a point—we probably shouldn’t plan on beating her or killing her or anything.” Polaris didn’t want to risk drawing the interest of local police officers.
“Whatever,” Lyra rolls her eyes.
“You catch more flies with honey—“
“Fuck honey; use violence,” Lyra smirks.
“Just humor me, okay?” Polaris mentally adds “bitch” to the end of the sentence.
Naomi shivers as she walks around the back of her home. She has been staring at her neighbor’s house, trying to catch another peek at the strange blue girl. She would like more proof, something she could show to everyone on the forums to prove that she’s right: aliens are here. Her mind it so occupied, she doesn’t notice strangers approaching. She squeals as she rounds the corner to the front door.
“N-n-n-naynay? Yes, that’s what my friends call me,” the woman stutters, “N-n-n-naomi. That’s my real name.”
“Well hello N-n-n-naomi. Here’s what going to happen,” Lyra growls, “you’re going to let us inside and we’re going to talk.” She looks pointedly at Polaris.
“Al-al-al-alien—“ Naomi continues stuttering.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get inside, lady,” Polaris says. She forces open the front door, and Lyra shoves Naomi inside. Naomi stumbles and spins around, holding her hands up defensively.
“Vivisect you? What the fuck are you talking about? I’m here about that stupid forum. What’s you’re fucking problem, taking a picture of a kid and putting it online?” Polaris demands.
“You’re invading! Breeding! I have to warn others,” Naomi insists, “I have to warn them before the apocalypse. Everyone thinks I’m crazy, but I’m right!”
“We’re not aliens! We just have a disease,” Polaris doesn’t even believe the words leaving her mouth.
“No, no, no, I’m a scientist A SCIENTIST. There is no disease,” Naomi is feeling braver, “no disease that makes people blue or purple. I knew this day was coming.”
“You’re insane. No one is invading, you nut.” At least not currently.
“This is going to take fucking forever,” Lyra scoffs, “she’s a goddamn loon.” She pushes Polaris out of the way and violently shoves Naomi against the wall, jamming her forearm again her neck. Naomi’s head bounces off the wall.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Polaris screams. She had been exaggerating when she threatened violence earlier; truth be told, she didn’t really have a plan for dealing with Naomi.
“I’m speeding things up,” Lyra replies, “Okay, N-n-n-naomi, listen up: you’re going to stop taking fucking pictures of us and posting them on that bastion of insanity. If you see a weird looking person, you’re just going to mind your own fucking business.” She pushes her arm into Naomi’s neck, causing her to gag a little. “If you post anything again, I will snap your fucking neck. Do you understand?”
“Don’t hurt her too much, Lyra,” Polaris begs, “Or at least don’t kill her. I don’t know how to dispose of a body.”
“Get away, you freak,” Naomi screeches. She turns and begins running towards her living room, her bare feet pounding against the wood floor.
“Lyra, she’s going for the phone!” Polaris points to the living room.
Naomi vaults over the couch, tumbling it over. Lyra leaps over it and tackles Naomi, pinning her to the ground. Naomi wiggles under her, trying to face her attacker. Lyra punches her in the face full-force.
“Lyra, stop! Fuck me, we’re going to end up killing her…” Polaris panics. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Polaris has seen enough true-crime shows to know this was going to end poorly for all of them.
“Agent Lyra, I order you to stop!” Polaris musters up her most authoritative voice, “release her, on the orders of the, erm, Alcyonian…Empire.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Lyra loosens her grip on Naomi’s neck. Polaris gives her a strained look.
“You heard me, agent. I am commanding you to let her go!”
“This human has discovered us. She is obviously more intelligent than average. I would like to observe her,” Polaris tries to channel her inner Commander, “I believe we should let her live.”
“Seriously, Pol—umm, Commander,” Lyra rolls her eyes, “If she’s smarter than the normal human and she’s discovered us, I’m thinking we should silence her, permanent-style.”
“No, agent! This human is much smarter than most. She has seen through our guises to our true, nefarious selves. We should observe her, since she is obviously the pinnacle of her species. And since we will be observing her, we will know if she begins following or photographing us again.” She feels like it might be necessary to throw in an over the top wink.
“Okay, I got you, Commander. Looks like you got lucky little human. Say,” Lyra pauses for effect, “what happens if she doesn’t comply?” Naomi looks at Polaris in fear.
“No, no, I’ll comply, I’ll comply! I won’t post any more pictures or follow anyone or anything! Please don’t vivisect me,” Naomi begs.
“Make sure you do comply, human, for your own sake,” Polaris feels a little guilty manipulating an obviously ill woman, but it’s for the good of her family, “Let us take leave, agent.”
Outside, the two women turn to each other and laugh.
“Holy shit, I cannot believe that worked,” Lyra cackles, “I thought we were going to have to snuff her.”
“She’s sick,” Polaris says, “I feel bad. We probably scared her more than we should have.”
“I can be a real hothead sometimes. I get carried away,” Lyra admits.
Naomi is a premade sim from Lucky Palms that I made over. Her bio describes her as a prepper, so I thought it would be fun to make her a conspiracy theorist.