Suzy’s Strange Saga
Even if your key fits, that’s no guarantee you live here. You could very well be trespassing and if someone is actually in this house right now, you could find yourself in deep shit when the owner finds you and pulls a shotgun on you.
Erring on the side of caution, you ring the bell a couple times and knock.
You wait a few minutes thinking that nobody is home which might mean it’s at least safer to try your key, but then you think you hear footsteps and a voice. Soon you see a light emanating from the front room. Someone has come to answer the door at least.
An older man opens the door and you can hardly believe your eyes.
“It’s damn near midnight who the hell…Suzy?!” your father says mid rant.
“Dad?” you answer back, not really expecting to see him.
“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t visiting until Saturday.” Your dad asks.
You have no answer except a sudden raising of your arms and a smile.
“Um, well surprise!” you utter and go to hug your father, who returns the hug.
It’s weird, you never really had a close relationship with your father, but somehow seeing him alive AND not being a pathetic drunk that just watches TV pining over your mother makes you a little happier to see him. You wonder what changed?
“Well, okay Suzy. We’re always glad to see you, you know that. Just wish you would’ve called in advance you know?” your father says and invites you in. You notice that the furniture lay out in the living room is different along with the furniture itself. A lot of little things are different really.
The “we” sort of throws you at first since you wonder if your dad is referring to your siblings. However you soon see who he’s referring to and if you couldn’t believe your eyes when seeing your father still alive, you really don’t believe them now.
“George, who is…Suzy? I thought you were visiting Satur…”
You immediately run to hug your mother before she can even complete her sentence. She’s older looking of course, but you’d recognize her anywhere. You can’t believe you’d ever see her alive again. You’re having a hard time holding back tears of joy.
Meanwhile your parents are both a little perplexed by your behavior.
“I love you mom.” You say squeezing her tightly.
“Well of course you do. I know that. I love you too, but why are you here at this late hour? You could have called us first, you know how we like to turn in early.”
“I know, I know, I just…I just wanted to see you guys, you know?” you say finally letting go of your mother, yet still staying close to her.
“I know it’s a long drive from Security City, have you slept at all?” you dad asks.
“A little. Don’t worry, I’m fine. So how are you guys?” you ask.
“We’re good, though there has been a neighborhood burglar skulking about. If he tries coming in here, he’s getting both barrels. It is really late though, and while your mother and I would love to talk, can we do this tomorrow morning? I have to get up to fix this overhead light in the living room which decided to go out today.”
“Oh…yeah sure. Don’t let me keep you up.” You say.
“You can sleep in your old room. It’s pretty much the same as when you left it, still haven’t turned it into a storage room or anything in case you were wondering.” Your mom says.
“Oh good, I want to check on some old things I left here anyway.” You say and start to head towards where the basement is only to have your mother call out.
“Um, Suzy where are you going?” your mom asks.
“I’m going to my room.”
“Don’t you think you should be heading upstairs then and not towards the basement?”
You nearly face palm for not realizing that maybe you had a different sleeping arrangement in this reality. You play it off with a laugh though.
“Oh! Yeah! Hah! I’m sorry, I’ve had a very long drive and I’m a little loopy and tired I suppose.” You say.
“You okay Suzy?” your father asks.
“Yeah, yeah, I really am. Like I said, I’m just really tired. I’ll probably fall asleep soon after I get to my room.”
“Mmm, I told you about driving when that tired before. You could get into an accident.” Your dad says.
“Oh George, don’t lecture the girl now. Let’s just be glad we have a daughter who is still thoughtful enough to visit us.” Your mother says with a smile and pats you on the shoulder. You return the smile.
You are really glad to see her again.
“(Yawn) Alright, well if we’re done here, I’m heading back up, you coming Bertha?” your dad asks.
“Yes, Suzy you heading up too? You said you were tired and wanted to go to your room.” Your mom asks.
“Yeah I will soon, but I also haven’t eaten all day, you don’t mind if I grab something out of the fridge right?”
“You know better than to ask. Help yourself.” Your mom says.
“Don’t make a mess though. Oh and remember, your room is the second door on your right.” Your dad snorts in jest due to your previous confusion. It’s actually a good thing he told you though since you probably would’ve been fumbling into random rooms when you actually went up there.
You dad kisses you on the head before saying goodnight and heading up the stairs. Your mom does as well causing you to hug her once again. You almost don’t want to let go, but you know you need to keep it together.
“I’m really glad to be back home, I missed you.” You say.
“Suzy, we just spoke a few days ago.” You mom says.
“I know, but it’s just not the same as seeing you in person, you know?”
“I know sweetheart, we’ll have all day to talk tomorrow. Goodnight.”
You watch as your mom heads upstairs and you’re soon left alone where you continue to hold it together until you go downstairs into the basement where you finally release your tears.
You honestly didn’t realize just how much you missed your mother until you saw her again. You certainly were very sad when she died in your reality and for some time after, but overtime you didn’t just move on, part of you just shut down completely. Maybe that explains some of you problems.
After composing yourself, you actually take a look around the basement and find that it’s much different than your own. For one, “your room” is just a storage space full of old clothes, tools and other junk. You almost get a little nervous looking at all the junk as you’re reminded of the Gray Building. You quickly leave the basement, not wishing to dwell on that which led you here in the first place.
You spend some more time just looking about the house, particularly the pictures which right there is already a major difference since there are barely any in your own house.
You see several happy family photos, which you attempt to use as a quick way to possibly learn what you can about your “family.”
It looks like your dad wasn’t a travelling lightning rod salesman and worked at the meat processing plant in town since you see a few pictures of him in a factory uniform. Him being around probably helped. Your mom seems like she was still a housewife from what you can tell.
Your brother Ben apparently went into the actual military rather than just being a paranoid survivalist nut. You see a lot of his pictures are of him in uniform. Looks like he got a lot of ribbons and honors too. You also see a picture of him with your best friend Julie in a wedding dress… they got married! You can imagine Julie from your reality would have liked that considering she always had a crush on him. (Or maybe she just wanted to fuck him, you don’t know exactly or care to think about it) Looks like they had two children, which you can’t even wrap your head around.
You don’t see as many pictures of your sister Kelly, but they do exist. A lot of her pictures show her in uniform too, but one of a police officer. Seems like your family is really “orderly” in this reality. She looks about the same, just with less scars. She still looks mean and serious business in every photo though, so maybe some things never change. No pictures of a boyfriend (or girlfriend) or children.
One thing you don’t see pictures of are of Donna or Peter. Surely with as many pictures there are displayed, you’d see some. You can only guess your parents stopped having children after you. Which makes you the “baby” you guess. Might explain why your family is a bit more stable too considering there were less kids to give your parents grief.
Finally, you see pictures of yourself. Quite a few of them in fact. (More than Kelly definitely) You look more or less the same as you did at the various ages you see yourself. You also look pretty happy in every photo and you see that you graduated from college in this reality too. You don’t see yourself in any uniform, so you wonder what you do for a living.
It’s at this moment you realize that you can no longer ignore that this reality, this family and these memories are not your own. It’s depressing and you also realize that it’s been mentioned that the Suzy of this reality is supposed to be coming for a visit on Saturday.
You can’t stay here even though you’d like to, you’re going to have to leave before things get weird. You’re also going to have to figure out what you’re going to do with yourself in the long term. In some ways, the fact that the world isn’t going to complete shit, puts the pressure on even more. After all, if the world had ended it wouldn’t have mattered if you figured it out or not.
Still, you’ve got one more day. One more day at least to spend here and enjoy before you figure out what you’re going to do with your life. You deserve that at least right?
And so after grabbing a quick snack, you retire to your “old room.” It’s much brighter than your own old one in the basement, but then that because it’s a proper bedroom and not a dank dark basement.
You look around a bit, but you figure you can better investigate your room tomorrow. Right now you’re too exhausted from today’s events and drained from the emotions of seeing your mother alive and finding out you had a much better life in an alternate reality and how it’s just another example of how life isn’t fair to you even across the fucking multiverse.
Erring on the side of caution, you ring the bell a couple times and knock.
You wait a few minutes thinking that nobody is home which might mean it’s at least safer to try your key, but then you think you hear footsteps and a voice. Soon you see a light emanating from the front room. Someone has come to answer the door at least.
An older man opens the door and you can hardly believe your eyes.
“It’s damn near midnight who the hell…Suzy?!” your father says mid rant.
“Dad?” you answer back, not really expecting to see him.
“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t visiting until Saturday.” Your dad asks.
You have no answer except a sudden raising of your arms and a smile.
“Um, well surprise!” you utter and go to hug your father, who returns the hug.
It’s weird, you never really had a close relationship with your father, but somehow seeing him alive AND not being a pathetic drunk that just watches TV pining over your mother makes you a little happier to see him. You wonder what changed?
“Well, okay Suzy. We’re always glad to see you, you know that. Just wish you would’ve called in advance you know?” your father says and invites you in. You notice that the furniture lay out in the living room is different along with the furniture itself. A lot of little things are different really.
The “we” sort of throws you at first since you wonder if your dad is referring to your siblings. However you soon see who he’s referring to and if you couldn’t believe your eyes when seeing your father still alive, you really don’t believe them now.
“George, who is…Suzy? I thought you were visiting Satur…”
You immediately run to hug your mother before she can even complete her sentence. She’s older looking of course, but you’d recognize her anywhere. You can’t believe you’d ever see her alive again. You’re having a hard time holding back tears of joy.
Meanwhile your parents are both a little perplexed by your behavior.
“I love you mom.” You say squeezing her tightly.
“Well of course you do. I know that. I love you too, but why are you here at this late hour? You could have called us first, you know how we like to turn in early.”
“I know, I know, I just…I just wanted to see you guys, you know?” you say finally letting go of your mother, yet still staying close to her.
“I know it’s a long drive from Security City, have you slept at all?” you dad asks.
“A little. Don’t worry, I’m fine. So how are you guys?” you ask.
“We’re good, though there has been a neighborhood burglar skulking about. If he tries coming in here, he’s getting both barrels. It is really late though, and while your mother and I would love to talk, can we do this tomorrow morning? I have to get up to fix this overhead light in the living room which decided to go out today.”
“Oh…yeah sure. Don’t let me keep you up.” You say.
“You can sleep in your old room. It’s pretty much the same as when you left it, still haven’t turned it into a storage room or anything in case you were wondering.” Your mom says.
“Oh good, I want to check on some old things I left here anyway.” You say and start to head towards where the basement is only to have your mother call out.
“Um, Suzy where are you going?” your mom asks.
“I’m going to my room.”
“Don’t you think you should be heading upstairs then and not towards the basement?”
You nearly face palm for not realizing that maybe you had a different sleeping arrangement in this reality. You play it off with a laugh though.
“Oh! Yeah! Hah! I’m sorry, I’ve had a very long drive and I’m a little loopy and tired I suppose.” You say.
“You okay Suzy?” your father asks.
“Yeah, yeah, I really am. Like I said, I’m just really tired. I’ll probably fall asleep soon after I get to my room.”
“Mmm, I told you about driving when that tired before. You could get into an accident.” Your dad says.
“Oh George, don’t lecture the girl now. Let’s just be glad we have a daughter who is still thoughtful enough to visit us.” Your mother says with a smile and pats you on the shoulder. You return the smile.
You are really glad to see her again.
“(Yawn) Alright, well if we’re done here, I’m heading back up, you coming Bertha?” your dad asks.
“Yes, Suzy you heading up too? You said you were tired and wanted to go to your room.” Your mom asks.
“Yeah I will soon, but I also haven’t eaten all day, you don’t mind if I grab something out of the fridge right?”
“You know better than to ask. Help yourself.” Your mom says.
“Don’t make a mess though. Oh and remember, your room is the second door on your right.” Your dad snorts in jest due to your previous confusion. It’s actually a good thing he told you though since you probably would’ve been fumbling into random rooms when you actually went up there.
You dad kisses you on the head before saying goodnight and heading up the stairs. Your mom does as well causing you to hug her once again. You almost don’t want to let go, but you know you need to keep it together.
“I’m really glad to be back home, I missed you.” You say.
“Suzy, we just spoke a few days ago.” You mom says.
“I know, but it’s just not the same as seeing you in person, you know?”
“I know sweetheart, we’ll have all day to talk tomorrow. Goodnight.”
You watch as your mom heads upstairs and you’re soon left alone where you continue to hold it together until you go downstairs into the basement where you finally release your tears.
You honestly didn’t realize just how much you missed your mother until you saw her again. You certainly were very sad when she died in your reality and for some time after, but overtime you didn’t just move on, part of you just shut down completely. Maybe that explains some of you problems.
After composing yourself, you actually take a look around the basement and find that it’s much different than your own. For one, “your room” is just a storage space full of old clothes, tools and other junk. You almost get a little nervous looking at all the junk as you’re reminded of the Gray Building. You quickly leave the basement, not wishing to dwell on that which led you here in the first place.
You spend some more time just looking about the house, particularly the pictures which right there is already a major difference since there are barely any in your own house.
You see several happy family photos, which you attempt to use as a quick way to possibly learn what you can about your “family.”
It looks like your dad wasn’t a travelling lightning rod salesman and worked at the meat processing plant in town since you see a few pictures of him in a factory uniform. Him being around probably helped. Your mom seems like she was still a housewife from what you can tell.
Your brother Ben apparently went into the actual military rather than just being a paranoid survivalist nut. You see a lot of his pictures are of him in uniform. Looks like he got a lot of ribbons and honors too. You also see a picture of him with your best friend Julie in a wedding dress… they got married! You can imagine Julie from your reality would have liked that considering she always had a crush on him. (Or maybe she just wanted to fuck him, you don’t know exactly or care to think about it) Looks like they had two children, which you can’t even wrap your head around.
You don’t see as many pictures of your sister Kelly, but they do exist. A lot of her pictures show her in uniform too, but one of a police officer. Seems like your family is really “orderly” in this reality. She looks about the same, just with less scars. She still looks mean and serious business in every photo though, so maybe some things never change. No pictures of a boyfriend (or girlfriend) or children.
One thing you don’t see pictures of are of Donna or Peter. Surely with as many pictures there are displayed, you’d see some. You can only guess your parents stopped having children after you. Which makes you the “baby” you guess. Might explain why your family is a bit more stable too considering there were less kids to give your parents grief.
Finally, you see pictures of yourself. Quite a few of them in fact. (More than Kelly definitely) You look more or less the same as you did at the various ages you see yourself. You also look pretty happy in every photo and you see that you graduated from college in this reality too. You don’t see yourself in any uniform, so you wonder what you do for a living.
It’s at this moment you realize that you can no longer ignore that this reality, this family and these memories are not your own. It’s depressing and you also realize that it’s been mentioned that the Suzy of this reality is supposed to be coming for a visit on Saturday.
You can’t stay here even though you’d like to, you’re going to have to leave before things get weird. You’re also going to have to figure out what you’re going to do with yourself in the long term. In some ways, the fact that the world isn’t going to complete shit, puts the pressure on even more. After all, if the world had ended it wouldn’t have mattered if you figured it out or not.
Still, you’ve got one more day. One more day at least to spend here and enjoy before you figure out what you’re going to do with your life. You deserve that at least right?
And so after grabbing a quick snack, you retire to your “old room.” It’s much brighter than your own old one in the basement, but then that because it’s a proper bedroom and not a dank dark basement.
You look around a bit, but you figure you can better investigate your room tomorrow. Right now you’re too exhausted from today’s events and drained from the emotions of seeing your mother alive and finding out you had a much better life in an alternate reality and how it’s just another example of how life isn’t fair to you even across the fucking multiverse.