Cheese Legacy Redux - 1.0

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Hello. My name is John Cheese. Yes, Cheese. No jokes, if you be so kind.


And no jokes about how I look in my profile either. I happen to be very proud of my chin, than you very much.

Anyway, my story begins when I was a young man, fresh out of Academie Le Tour. I inherited a piece of land from my auntie Bella (no, not that Bella) in a place called Springcheese. Expecting a sumptuous mansion (auntie Bella did like her creature comforts) I decided to move straight in, only to find...


...this.

Definitely not that bloody sumptuous, is it?


Ah well, I wasn't going to let something like that dampen my mood. She had also left me some money, and I used it to build a small shack.


Yes, I know it wasn't much, but it was a start. I hoped that, with time, I could add more to it and build something that I could be proud of. And I did succeed, but it's going to take a while until I get to that.


First of all, if I wanted to be able to afford it, I needed to get a job.


Thankfully, I managed to find myself the ideal job pretty soon. Well, when I say ideal, I mean that it would become ideal in time - I'd have to climb the ladder in the mad culinary world, and the ride would not be pretty. Carry on reading, and you'll see what I mean.


I still had a whole day before I could start working, so I decided to check out the hottest spots in town. So, after a nice meal of grilled cheese...


...and dodging the welcome wagon, I left.


I found myself in a nightclub where the bar was tended by a freckly git who was clearly there to pay for his college tuition.


And what do you do at a nightclub? You dance, of course.





I have to admit, I rocked at it.


In spite of my amazing dancing skills, for a while I wondered if that club was the best place for me to have some fun, since it seemed like it was populated only by men.


However, after the arrival of the world's coolest witch...
"Yo."


...women suddenly appeared. And what's more, red-haired women, my biggest weakness after grilled cheese.


I decided to introduce myself to those beauties - first, to this lovely lady, who was clearly the daughter of the evil witch.


However, she soon revealed herself to be a bit of a psycho.
"And so, I was playing Monty Python's Complete Waste of..."
"Ohmigod, you like video games? I like video games! Can I have a lock of your hair for... erm... stuff?"


Needless to say, I got out of there as soon as I could and turned my attention to this other beauty.
"Hi, I'm John."
"Cherry."


"Has anyone told you that you have the most beautiful pink eyes?"
"Tee-hee! Oh, stop, you're making me blush."


How lovely. I seemed to have found myself a shy one.


Or was she?


She had to leave soon, though, and since that left me alone with a very drunk idiot...
"Djoo know who I am? I'm Trent hic! Traveller! I'm gunna be a hic! friggin' crinimal mashtermind shome day!"


...I thought best to return home and play some video games instead. Thankfully this nice man had given me a computer as a house-warming gift, and so I used my last simoleons to buy a desk on which to use it.


In spite of all the fun and games, however, I couldn't stop thinking about Cherry. And so, I called her...


...and invited her to come and see my stamp collection.




And she was very pleased with what she saw, if you know what I mean.


So pleased, in fact, that when I asked her to move in with me, she instantly agreed.


However, sharing the same roof wasn't enough for me. So, I instantly proposed...



...and we got married on the spot.


"Hi there, Mrs. Cheese."
"Are you sure I couldn't keep my maiden name?"


Overall, it was a very good day.


The following morning, after a hastily eaten bowl of cereal, Cherry left for work (she was already in a very high level in the Business career, believe it or not)...


...and I prepared my own breakfast. Three guesses to what it was.


And, with the money Cherry brought with her, I proceeded to add a pond to what hopefully would soon become a garden, and added a few more rooms to the house.


This was the bedroom, obviously.


The area that doubled as kitchen and bedroom now doubled as living room and dining room.


And this, of course, was a very spacious kitchen. I decided to leave the bathroom as it was for the moment.


Once everything was ready, I left for my first day at work.


Cherry came back and spent the afternoon working for a promotion. All alone. For hours on end.


And when I came back, hours later, well...
"Hi honey, I got a prommmph!"
"Bedroom. Now."


And so, we celebrated my first day of work - and my first promotion - in the best possible way.


Although it was a very good way to spend an evening, I couldn't help but feel like something strange had just happened. You know, like chimes had been playing while we were otherwise occupied.


The next morning, Cherry left for work as always.


I had a day off, so I spent it working on my skills.


When she came back, she was feeling terrible.


Luckily for her, she had me to provide her with some comfort and a cup of tea.


As soon as she was feeling better, she joined her visiting co-worker in a game of chess...


...while I played a bit with this mini-golf thingy she won at work.


I also finished my painting, of course.


Eventually, night fell and her co-worker returned home.


And then, we found out why Cherry had been feeling so poorly.


I felt that, as a future dad, it was my job to pamper her. With that in mind, I decided to cook ourselves a most nourishing and delicious meal.


Things started well, even if Cherry was looking at her sandwich in a rather funny way.


However, while she was telling me about this other co-worker of hers...
"So Stimpson dediced to hit on my new secretary, but the moment he opened his mouth to speak..."


"...well, she then looked up at him anzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."
...this happened.

I panicked. What exactly do you do in a situation like this?


Eventually, I shrugged it off and decided to finish my sandwich while it was hot. There's nothing worse than cold grilled cheese.


Eventually, Cherry woke up.
"Bwuh? What... what happened?"


"Nothing, dear," I said. "Eat your sandwich. It's delicious."


It was clear that Cherry had been overworking herself. Thank Cheddar she was on leave now and could relax a little.


The way she was feeling, it didn't take much to convince her to go to bed and regain her strenght.


The rest of our pregnancy went much better. We spend the time either cuddling or studying.


And, although I did most of the cooking, she sometimes headed to the kitchen and made my favourite meal.


Yes, I have the best wife in the world. Are you jealous already?


"Well, honey, I'm off to work."
"Heheh, enjoy... heh... your day. boyyoulookridiculous."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."


And while I was gone, rather than overworking as she always did, she pampered herself.


And our baby kept growing healthy and happy.


And I kept getting promoted.


Oh yes, life was good.


One day, an old friend of Cherry, Opera, came over for a surprise visit.


While Opera headed for the chess table, I tried to engage Cherry in a pleasant conversation, but she seemed less than enthusiastic.
"Oh dear Watcher, stop talking about grilled cheese already!"


She then proceeded to gag about this poor sod who had the misfortune of walking past our house at that time.


I knew it was all caused by hormones, but blimey, that remark about grilled cheese hurt.


Still, I felt it was better to make peace.


Once things were back to normal between us, Cherry decided to work on her art for a bit...


...while I decided to play a little game with Opera.


Eventually, however, it was time to get back to work.
(And yes, I was still wearing that uniform.)


Opera, in the meantime, got bored with chess and proceeded to fish in our pond...


...while Cherry finished her painting.


A few hours later, I came back with more excellent news. I got a new promotion!


"Er... that's all very nice, honey, but something more important than that is happening over here."


The baby was coming!


As soon as I heard her screams, I rushed to her side.


And so did Opera.
"Oh my. I'm about to witness the miracle of life, the glory of..."
"SHUT UUUUUUUP!"


And soon, we were staring at our beautiful baby daughter, Tilsit. She had my brown hair, Cherry's pink eyes, and dark skin.


"Okay, sweetheart, I'm just going to put you here for five seconds..."
I froze. Did that mean we were having twins?


Thankfully, no.
"Five... four... three... two... one."


"Ahh, that was nice. Now I'm going to pick you up again."


"Lady, you're crazy."

And this is how our first child came to this world. As for what happened next, well... You'll have to wait for next time. See you then!

Comments

[alouzon]

John Cheese dances like John Cleese does silly walks.

Awesome!!

[nentari]

The similarity is even clearer when you watch it in action.