Jonathan: Peering through binoculars, his voice drops to a whisper You know, I-I watched the Sims since I was a kid.
The pair of eyes I peer through belong to my vigilant friend, Tacticalth. She's on high alert.
nervously shifting his weight I... I know it's strange, but... I've always felt a connection to them. Like I was meant to be a part of their world.
Her eyes narrow as she observes our watchful neighbor.
stuttering I... I know it sounds crazy, but... I've been spying on them for years.
Her gaze sharpens, assessing the situation.
raises his hands defensively N-No, no, not like that. It's not... it's not what you think. It's just... I've been observing them, studying their habits.
She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.
frantically gesturing I mean, I've been watching them for research! For my own... personal research, you know?
I nod, looking at the neighbor skeptically.
speaking rapidly Look, I can explain everything! It's just that... I've always felt like an outsider, you know? And...
I nod again, my gaze unwavering.
rambling And... and being able to observe them, to understand them... it made me feel like I belonged somehow.
I finally crack a small smile, relaxing slightly.
taking a deep breath, mustering up courage Look, Tacticalth, I know this might sound crazy, but... I want to join the Sims.
I raise an eyebrow, taking a seat.
flustered What I mean is... I want to become a part of their family, to be accepted by them. I've spent so long watching from the outside, and...
I lean forward, intrigued.
nervously fidgeting with his fingers I... I even have a plan.
Tacticalth agrees to help Jonathan infiltrate the Sims family, but things take a dark turn when Jonathan's obsession with the family leads to dangerous consequences