The Cheese Legacy - Generation 5.7
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2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 2.4 | 2.5 | 2.6
3.1 | 3.2 | 3.3 | 3.4 | 3.5 | 3.6 | 3.7 | 3.8
4.1 | 4.2 | 4.3 | 4.4 | 4.5 | 4.6 | 4.7 | 4.8 | 4.9
5.1 | 5.2 | 5.3 | 5.4 | 5.5 | 5.6
Hello, everybody! Yes, it's me, Double Gloucester Cheese - but you can call me DG.
That's my sewing mad brother, Danish Blue. He works in the culinary business, but he's at his happiest when he's making quilts and curtains.
He even earned an invitation to the Arts & Crafts secret society.
"Hello there. I slept with your great-grandfather, you know."
"Er, that's a bit too much information for me, thanks."
"Well, I'm here to invite you to my club. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed my romp with Tilsit."
Somehow, I have the feeling Danish Blue is in no hurry to check out the place.
Anyway, his life is not only work, sewing, and being harassed by randy strangers. We also have school - and, as a result, homework.
I wouldn't mind it so much if it wasn't for the fact that it's just so very hard.
I also don't enjoy the fact that Danish Blue decides to blow off some steam after finishing his work by giving me noogies.
But let's move on to the rest of the family. Mum is still doing witchery stuff...
...while Grandma decided to keep her mind off the recent loss of her husband and sister by burying her head in her books.
She also spent most of the day sleeping, since her condition as a werewolf had messed up with her sleep pattern.
However, sometimes she'd be attacked by a sense of melancholy and spend a long time staring into space, reminiscing about those we've lost.
One night, I decided to cheer her up by making a whole plate of grilled cheese sandwiches.
However, the moment I was about to call the rest of the family for the meal, I started to hear a strange noise.
Grandma was about to join Grandpa and Great-Auntie Gru in that great cheese store in the sky.
"Liptauer Cheese, I've come for you..."
"And about time too! Now where's my bag?"
"Well, I'm impressed with the way you're reacting to this, my dear. Follow me..."
The moment I arrived to the living room, Grandma was already gone.
Needless to say, we were all devastated.
Grandma's urn was immediately placed upstairs. And yes, you're seeing it right - Great-Auntie Gru was still playing with hers.
We decided to improvise a wake in her tribute and eat the sandwiches I had just made.
However, not even the delight of grilled cheese could heal the pain we were feeling.
The only one who missed the meal was Cheshire, who decided to distract herself with a story - but again to no avail.
"This cute puppy dog reminds me of Grandma."
We then got a visit by Great-Uncle Zeeshan, who was clearly sensing our distress.
He decided to try and cheer up Cheshire, but I'm afraid he didn't succeed.
"Hey Cheshire! Look at this, Cheshire! I'm a floating lamp! Aren't you scared?"
"Oh, hey, Uncle Zee."
As we all went to bed (and Crackers powered down to conserve energy), he decided to spend the rest of the night reminiscing.
"Yay, it's my old bed! I LOVE this bed!"
The splashed water and bits of soap I found in the morning lead me to believe that he also decided to haunt the bathroom and take a bubble bath.
It was still dark when we woke up in the morning.
We decided to take advantage of the early morning to celebrate Cheshire's birthday.
"Okay, I've just blown the candles. What am I supposed to do now?"
She got it eventually.
"Ohmigod, I'm... huge!"
"And I'm hot."
Of course you are - you're my sister.
And here she is in her everyday clothes. She's not as responsible as I am - her only goal in life is to have a good time - but she's my sister and I love her.
Even if she spends ages in the bathroom just admiring her own reflection.
Anyway, soon it was time to go to school. Danish Blue was still feeling down because of Grandma's death, and was not feeling like it - but we made him go anyway.
And it's a good thing he did, because this pretty thing followed him home. His name is Marcas.
Marcas very quickly let him know that he was interested...
...but my brother is a total idiot, and managed to ruin the moment.
Meanwhile, my sister decided to ruin my afternoon by informing me that her dream is to follow a career as an actress, just like our great-grandfather Tilsit. An actress! Does she have any idea how hard it is to succeed in that world? She'll die poor and miserable!
But she remains stubborn - and even though she was unable to find a career in the business at this early age, she settled with trying her luck as a stand-up comedian. And, for some reason, she decided to head for her first show wearing a long wig.
"I'm just dressed as the character, sister dear. I see this as acting."
Yeah, well. Whatever.
Meanwhile, the flirting between Danish Blue and Marcas was still going strong, and the two of them had completely forgotten about the noogie incident.
Very soon, they exchanged their first kiss.
That's not the only thing they exchanged, but I prefer not to think about it because he's my brother. Ew.
Of course, we should keep in mind that boys will be boys, and that their concept of romance involves fisticuffs.
I know you think it's adorable, but I can't help but feel jealous of my brother's success. Why can't I find someone as well?
After all, I'm pretty, I'm intelligent, and I'm a hard worker.
Of course, I'm sure you know the answer for my failed love life as well as I do.
Yes, I have zits. Big, green ones.
My social life is over.
Ah, but I haven't mentioned Crackers yet, have I? Well, she has managed to win a gold badge in gardening, and was finally managing to produce mouth-watering fruit.
This creepy-looking guy who passed by while she was picking oranges seemed to be interested.
Well, duh. She's made of metal, so she doesn't get zits... like me.
Shortly afterwards, another man walked by our house...
...and Mum decided she just had to meet him.
"Hello, I don't think we have been introduced. My name is Red Leicester Cheese."
"Aaron Uthman. I have to say, Ms. Cheese, that your reputation... precedes you."
With Mum being... well, Mum, she immediately studied the guy...
"Meh. He'll do."
And decided to strike.
"For you, pretty face."
"Ooh, for me?"
"Aw, you shouldn't have."
Suckerrrrr.
Mum's no longer trying to fill her list, but that doesn't mean she won't try to fool around with other people besides Henry.
We returned from home, and were followed by two handsome boys (one of them the cutie who had rejected Danish Blue's advances not long ago)...
...but unfortunately the only thing they were interested was in out drum kit, which they spent hours admiring. (Notice me leaving for work in the background.)
An hour later, Cheshire left as well.
"Don't say a word."
Have you seen what I have to wear at the construction site, sis? I'd be the last person to poke fun of someone's work uniform.
We had recently purchased a basketball hoop, and Crackers spent the entire afternoon shooting hoops.
"System diagnosis states that my circuits are filled with grilled cheese. Conclusion: I need to expel it through vigorous exercise."
When I returned home, I joined her. Sports is hardly my favourite hobby, but it was nevertheless great fun.
When Cheshire returned, she had excellent news: like her two older siblings, she had also risen to the highest career path we are allowed at our early ages.
I was ecstatic with this, for several reasons. Firstly, because this means more scholarships, and therefore more money for us when we go to college. Secondly, because it means Cheshire might have a future in her chosen career, even if I don't agree with it. And thirdly, because Mum had promised us something if we all managed to do this.
And indeed, the next morning she worked on our present.
"Hello? Travel agency? I'd like to book four tickets..."
We were all ready and aching to go. Well, all except Mr. Bubblebath, who spent hours soaking.
But eventually he managed to get his butt off the bathtub and into the shuttle. The only one who stayed behind was Crackers, as we've heard robots risk malfunction when travelling abroad. Not that she minded, though, as this means she'll have the house all to herself.
I was so excited I nearly hit myself with the damned suitcase as I stepped out of the house. But don't worry, as I didn't feel a thing - I'm awesome like that.
Takemizu Village, here we come!
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Note: Aaron Uthman belongs to bondchick_nett, who is also responsible for my awesome new alien default skin.