Myshuno! Prompt 2: Ben Long: Man or Myth?
Prompt #2: Ben Long: Man or Myth?
From: fuzzy_spork
Rating: Everyone
Characters: A members of gen 2 and a member of 3 in my OWBC
Summary: A member of generation 3 learns about Ben Long’s history.
Words: 625
My Card
Note: Again, Spoilers! and vague characters because I don’t know who will be the generation 2 heir/ess or what the generation 3 children will be named yet.
The picture on the wall had been puzzling her for some time. It was tradition in her family to make a painting of everyone who had ever lived in the house and she knew who was pictured in all of them, except this one.
“Mom? Who is this?” she finally asked one day.
Her mother stopped and looked at her daughter with surprise, “What do you mean who is this?”
“In this painting. I know who everyone else is in the rest of the paintings but I don’t recognize this man.”
“But that’s Uncle Ben,” her mother replied. “How do you not recognize him? See, look at his facial features. There’s his pointed nose.”
The girl looked closely. Yes she supposed she could see a bit of a resemblance now. She glanced over her shoulder at the man she knew as Uncle Ben who was shuffling around the living room. No wonder she hadn’t recognized him it was really only his nose that was the same. His skin was no longer the normal color that it was in the painting, instead it was an odd blue-green, and she didn’t know that his hair was blond or that his eyes had once been blue. He’d always had leaves for hair and red eyes as far as she knew. And she couldn’t ever remember seeing him do the smutlse. She always thought that all the jumping might cause one of his limbs to fall off… Her friends called him a monster but she was used to him, he had always been there.
“So Uncle Ben hasn’t always looked like he does now?” she asked.
“Oh, no he hasn’t,” her mother replied. “I mean he was green and furry when I was little so I’ve never really seen him look like the way he does in this painting either. This was apparently painted shortly after he moved in to help my Grandma and Grandpa.”
“So what happened then?” the girl asked. “I mean, he’s so different now…”
“Well…if I remember the story correctly he became a werewolf and then a plant sim shortly after my mother went to college. That made him green during the day and hairy at night. Then a witch gave him his magic powers after Grandma Wacky died. I believe he said she was trying to cheer him up. Then he became a vampire at some point which turned his skin grey. He hasn’t said much about how that happened. You’d have to ask him.”
“But aren’t those things curable? I mean, how come he stays that way?”
“Well some of them are, although now that he is such a mix of different creatures I’m not sure you’d be able to cure them and, well, being a zombie can’t be fixed.”
“Oh. Is that how come he limps around and is blue now? How did that happen?”
“Oh well…that…well there was an accident,” her mother replied cryptically.
“What kind of accident?” the girl asked her eyes wide.
“A bad one,” her mother replied, a guilty look crossing her face. “You’re too young to know the details.”
“But Moooooom! That’s not fair,” the girl whined.
“Lots of things aren’t fair,” he mother answered. “Now I think it’s close to your bedtime, is it not?”
“I’m not tired.”
“Too bad. You have school tomorrow, now off to bed with you.”
The girl sighed but turned to trudge up the stairs anyway, but not without first glancing over her shoulder to look at Ben Long again. She was curious now. He had been just a normal man before he became, as her friends called him, a monster. Now she wanted to know how he became a zombie and if there was any way that she could help.
From: fuzzy_spork
Rating: Everyone
Characters: A members of gen 2 and a member of 3 in my OWBC
Summary: A member of generation 3 learns about Ben Long’s history.
Words: 625
My Card
Note: Again, Spoilers! and vague characters because I don’t know who will be the generation 2 heir/ess or what the generation 3 children will be named yet.
The picture on the wall had been puzzling her for some time. It was tradition in her family to make a painting of everyone who had ever lived in the house and she knew who was pictured in all of them, except this one.
“Mom? Who is this?” she finally asked one day.
Her mother stopped and looked at her daughter with surprise, “What do you mean who is this?”
“In this painting. I know who everyone else is in the rest of the paintings but I don’t recognize this man.”
“But that’s Uncle Ben,” her mother replied. “How do you not recognize him? See, look at his facial features. There’s his pointed nose.”
The girl looked closely. Yes she supposed she could see a bit of a resemblance now. She glanced over her shoulder at the man she knew as Uncle Ben who was shuffling around the living room. No wonder she hadn’t recognized him it was really only his nose that was the same. His skin was no longer the normal color that it was in the painting, instead it was an odd blue-green, and she didn’t know that his hair was blond or that his eyes had once been blue. He’d always had leaves for hair and red eyes as far as she knew. And she couldn’t ever remember seeing him do the smutlse. She always thought that all the jumping might cause one of his limbs to fall off… Her friends called him a monster but she was used to him, he had always been there.
“So Uncle Ben hasn’t always looked like he does now?” she asked.
“Oh, no he hasn’t,” her mother replied. “I mean he was green and furry when I was little so I’ve never really seen him look like the way he does in this painting either. This was apparently painted shortly after he moved in to help my Grandma and Grandpa.”
“So what happened then?” the girl asked. “I mean, he’s so different now…”
“Well…if I remember the story correctly he became a werewolf and then a plant sim shortly after my mother went to college. That made him green during the day and hairy at night. Then a witch gave him his magic powers after Grandma Wacky died. I believe he said she was trying to cheer him up. Then he became a vampire at some point which turned his skin grey. He hasn’t said much about how that happened. You’d have to ask him.”
“But aren’t those things curable? I mean, how come he stays that way?”
“Well some of them are, although now that he is such a mix of different creatures I’m not sure you’d be able to cure them and, well, being a zombie can’t be fixed.”
“Oh. Is that how come he limps around and is blue now? How did that happen?”
“Oh well…that…well there was an accident,” her mother replied cryptically.
“What kind of accident?” the girl asked her eyes wide.
“A bad one,” her mother replied, a guilty look crossing her face. “You’re too young to know the details.”
“But Moooooom! That’s not fair,” the girl whined.
“Lots of things aren’t fair,” he mother answered. “Now I think it’s close to your bedtime, is it not?”
“I’m not tired.”
“Too bad. You have school tomorrow, now off to bed with you.”
The girl sighed but turned to trudge up the stairs anyway, but not without first glancing over her shoulder to look at Ben Long again. She was curious now. He had been just a normal man before he became, as her friends called him, a monster. Now she wanted to know how he became a zombie and if there was any way that she could help.