Fanon:The Life Of Bella Goth

"The Life Of Bella Goth" is an upcoming Romantic Epic story. It is a fictionalized account of the disappearance of popular pre-made sim Bella Goth. The story is set to feature Bella's life from childhood, through to adulthood, and to her disappearance. Several well known pre-made characters are set to appear in the story; which has also been confirmed to be filmed with Sims 3.

Plot
"A set of curious townsfolk decide to locate the truth behind the statue of the mysterious Bella Goth, in the center of town. Their search leads them to a elderly woman, who tells them the story about her Mother, and how tragedy struck the family when she disappeared."

Confirmed Characters

 * Bella Goth - Pre-made sim, who has become famous after her disappearance in the Sims 2 game; although never fully confirmed what happened to her; this story is set to piece together the evidence relating to the character, and provide fans with an answer behind the disappearance of Bella.
 * Mortimer Goth - Bella's husband; he is set to feature from childhood through to his elder years.
 * Cassandra Goth - First appears as an elderly lady; several curious townfolk from Belladonna Cove track her down to find out the story about her mother.
 * Alexander Goth - Appearing through Bella's adult years.
 * Jocasta Bachelor - Bella's mother, she will appear through Bella's younger years, and to her death.
 * Simis Bachelor - Bella's Father...
 * Michael Bachelor - Will feature at different stages of the story.

Updates!
''"Neglected this since I wrote the first chapter, but fear not, it's back on track now. The pictures will be up tomorrow, to give readers a better view of the scenery, and characters. I won't let you down! Thanks for the comments, they're appreciated." -''14/07/12

Stage 1,Chapter 1: The Memory
It was a cold, and wintery afternoon in Belladonna Cove, the weather had been strange lately, especially as it was the beginning of May. A large cathedral stood high and mighty in the pouring rain; the stone building seemed to effortlessly fend off the water falling onto it; It was quiet, however, not a sound could be heard, except from the sound of the rain drops. The silence was quickly broken, as the sound of a car pulled up at the front of the church; the door to the blue car flung open, and a strikingly attractive, blonde girl appeared from inside the car. She was obviously startled by the pouring rain, and turned to the left and pointed towards the church; she began running, slightly ducking her head, as if avoiding acid falling from the sky. On the other side of the car, a young man appeared and slammed the car door behind himself; tall, pale skin and slight stubble on his face; his hair wasn't exactly styled, but he looked like he would fit perfectly into a boyband. He hurried his way through the rain, not quite as defensive as the young, blonde lady earlier, but still at the same pace.

The church seemed like something from a Charles Dickins novel; there wasn't any actual lights; it mostly consisted of candles; which made the large, tall, stone building appear even more creepy. To Sarah's eyes, it was pretty much a Dracula's castle; " Oh, we're late..." she whispered to Chris, who had just followed her through the church door. As Sarah glanced back at the man she named her boyfriend, she stared aimlessly at him as he turned towards her; he seemed more soaking that she did, and they'd both ran the same distance; "Boys..." Sarah's mind said to itself. As the pair turned around, they slowly hushered themselves towards a seat; the church wasn't exactly busy, but the looks from the elderly guests were enough to make Sarah feel like a school girl who had misbehaved. As they were seated; Sarah and Chris quickly tried to focus on the chubby Vicar, who was positioned at the center of the church. Sarah tried to concentrate, but having missed the start of the speech, and hearing the rain thudding on the roof, it was proving to be difficult. "...for we live in this town...and this town was built in memory of someone so..." bellowed the Vicar; Sarah saw Chris lean forward, this was what he came for, after all.

Chris found it hard to concentrate in church, even as a kid, he never liked the whole "let's praise God" stuff the Vicar used to fill his head with. This trip was no different; until he heard the Vicar mention the town they lived in; as Chris leaned forward, as if waiting for the cliffhanger from his favourite TV series. "She stands high over the town, and many of our townsfolk have been overwhelmed by the beauty of the statue..." continued the Vicar. Chris knew all about beauty, his girlfriend was the definition of beauty in his eyes, but this was a statue they were talking about, the only beauty Chris recognized was that of the fantastic work the builders did constructing the damn thing. "To us, she is an inspiration; now I suggest we hold say our thanks to God...", were the Vicar's final words on the matter; Chris shut off by that point; what the hell was he talking about? Was he the only person, aside from Sarah, who had no idea who that woman in the middle of the town was? Chris wanted answers, and he figured the best way to get them, would be to talk to the Vicar himself.

Reverand Thompson felt he gave a good service; the locals appeared to enjoy it, even though the elderly Mrs. Crumplebottom had fell asleep in row 3. As he finished off; the guests began exiting the church; he closed his 15 year old bible; and turned to head through the door at the back of the Piano in the right hand side of the building; he was startled, however, as someone shouted in the church "Vicar, please can I speak to you?"; the voice of a young man, seemed...somewhat desperate? Reverand Thompson turned to see a young man heading towards him; he was the other half of the couple who arrived late to the service. "Can I help you, young man?" said Reverand Thompson; it seemed polite to him. The man held out his hand and said "Hey, I'm Chris; I was interested in what you were saying about that statue in the center of town..." Reverand Thompson heard this before, he was used to compliments; big headed as it seemed, he knew exactly what the locals enjoyed, and what they didn't. "Thank you, Chris...", quick and short, he had heard it all before though. As the Reverand turned again, he felt a hand on his shoulder, "He has more to say?", was the first thing that crossed Reverand Thompson's mind. "Sorry Vicar; I was interested, but I didn't understand a word of it..." , Chris said, in a slightly more forceful tone. So he wasn't complimenting the Reverand? This was a first...; "What didn't you understand?", questioned the Reverand. Chris crossed his arms now, in a slightly more defensive manor; "'''Well I just don't know who she is? I don't know why she's there?" '''was Chris' reply. No one had ever questioned this before...in the Reverand's 57 years in Chruch, he'd never been questioned on something like this; sure the "is God real?" questions had popped up, but the Reverand had an automatic response for that, but this...he actually didn't know himself.

Stage 1, Chapter 2: "C. Goth"
Chris made his way into Reverand Thompson's living room; he was still bewildered as to why the Reverand had invited him their in the first place. Sarah seemed pretty uncomfortable; Chris knew she hated being here, let alone to actually be sat inside the Reverand's living room. Chris sat down on the flowery, patterend sofa; the Reverand sat across from them, in a single, old, brown coloured chair. He sank into his chair, and stared at Chris for a moment; as though she read his mind, Sarah spoke, with a slight irritation in her voice; "Well?". The Reverand glanced to the floor, and looked back up at the pair, he spoke softly, and said "I can't tell you who the woman is..."; Chris felt he was now capturing up to Sarah with his irritation; he glared at the Reverand, and said "What do you mean you can't tell us; you brought us he-", before he could finish, Chris was interrupted by the Reverand. "I...I can't tell you...because I don't know who she is myself." Chris had to hear it again, he wasn't sure if his ears were playing tricks on him; "You...you don't know?" he asked, curiously. "No, truth is...", said the Reverand, with a sad look across his face; "...we've never known who she is; we only know what the statue says..." he continued. Chris felt a sudden rush of stupidity rush through him, he hadn't even thought to check the statue itself for engravings of any sort? How could he not? Surely that should have been the first place to check? Then again, Chris felt this was a far too easy way of finding out. "What does the statue say, exactly?", Chris said, feeling stupid even asking such a silly question. The Reverand looked up at Chris; he was convinced the Reverand would make a brilliant poker player; he had no idea how he was going to react to the question. "It says "A combination of qualities, that pleases the intellect or moral sense" he said, sounding like a school teacher. Chris looked at Sarah, who looked as confused as he did; he looked back at the Reverand, but before he could speak, Sarah, proving she could read minds, spoke for Chris...

"So basically, it's talking about "beauty?" said Sarah, feeling like the only smart person in the room. The Reverand looked at Sarah, and spoke again "Yes, we just believed it was her name.". Sarah waited for Chris to respond, with his usual questions, as though he'd swallowed a questionnaire before he arrived at church. However, Chris remaind silent, so Sarah decided to speak on behalf of both of them. "So '''basically, she could be anyone? We have no idea at all?" said Sarah; she wanted to say something, but felt herself holding back...but oh no...it was slipping out of her mouth..."...that's kinda stupid...". Sarah saw Chris' head turn towards her; Sarah didn't care, he was thinking exactly the same. If there's one thing Sarah had come to learn about their relationship, it's that Chris was obviously the thinker and she was the speaker in the relationship; except on this instance, because Sarah didn't actually care much about the statue; she just felt she was doing Chris a favour, which he would surely repay her for with an expensive trip to the Bistro later in the week. The Reverand looked at his feet, and spoke without making eye contact. "Possibly, but as you can see, I can't help you with this; that woman...I don't know who she is. May I ask...why you want to know, exactly?" said the Reverand; Chris spoke first this time, like an old school exam, the questions came spilling from his mouth. "Well you seemed so sure about her during the Church reading earlier, I just wanted answers...I thought you must have some?". Sarah couldn't h'elp but laugh inside, Chris' curiosity always made her smile. That being said, she had to admit, she was also interested in this mysterious "beauty" woman in the center of town. The Reverand got to his feet, and looked back at Chris and Sarah, his voice seemed almost shaky, like Chris had hit a nerve; "She's always been there; alway's been part of the town, naturally, I just assumed she was someone who brought great things to Belladonna Cove."''' The Reverand proceeded further to the back of the room, examining an old book shelf; he seemed to be searching for some sort of answer from the shelf, although none appeared before him. Sarah asked, politely "Has no one tried to find out who she is? Or at least tried to do research on what the statue represents?", it seemed like such a simple question; yet the Reverand refused to look at Sarah, or Chris, as though she'd asked him a near impossible question.

Reverand Thompson felt incredibly embarrassed; these two strangers had come to him for help, and he couldn't give them any answers. He knew the words he said in Church, he just didn't understand why he said them. Casting his mind back to when he first arrived in town; he couldn't think of any news regarding the mysterious statue in the middle of town; it was just as much a mystery to him, as it was to these two strangers. Deciding to end the questioning, he replied "I can't help you..."; finally turning around, to meet the eyes of the two villagers, that seemed incredibly confused, he spoke again; "...this woman...really is a mystery. I believe that the only possible way to learn who she is, is to start from the statue, and work your way from there; because I don't know who she is, nor does anyone else in town, unfortunately." Before the two villagers could answer, Reverand Thompson decided to spare himself the humilation again, by walking towards the door, signalling them out. "I do hope you learn what you need to about this woman, I'd love to hear about it myself..." he said, sounding more comfortable with himself. The two villagers got to their feet; and both walked out of the door; they both turned to face Reverand Thompson, the man had a frown across his face, as though he wasn't entirely pleased with what Reverand Thompson had just told him; however, Reverand Thompson found himself not really caring, the young man and woman had the truth from him, instead of lies, which is what he could have said initially. It wasn't long before one of them spoke; "Thanks..." said the man; before Reverand Thompson could respond, the man's "thank you" was continued by the young woman; "Thanks for nothing...", she said, as she turned away from the door. The young man followed, in a "agreeing" manner, which made Reverand Thompson feel incredibly guilty about his lack of knowledge on the questions they asked him.

Now arriving at the statue; Chris couldn't take his eyes off it; he was sure he could have possible crashed his car, if another car was driving on the opposite side of him. He pulled up to the left, and spoke to Sarah; "I want to have a look at the statue, a moment...". Before his girlfriend could disagree with him (which he felt she would), he had already unbuckled his belt, and opened the car door. As he began walking across the road, he turned to find, to his surprise, that Sarah was joining him. They both walked across the soft, green grass area towards the statue, and looked up. Even though it was a statue, Chris knew whoever this woman was, she was very beautiful. Her figure was something to die for; she seemed so important, stood their carrying a diamond, of some sort. He glanced at the definition of beauty, which was engraved on the statue's base; Reverand Thompson was right, although he'd been unhelpful, he was right about this particular detail. As Chris moved closer, he saw something quite surprising; there were enitials at the bottom of the engravement; although quite faint, he could easily make out "C. Goth". Chris had heard of the word "Goth" before, and often associated it with teenaged, heavy metal lovers. However, these enitials were engraved in a professional way, hinting that the enitials were of the creator of the statue. "C. Goth...", Chris said aloud; Sarah seemed to look at the initials too, she spoke for the first time since leaving the Church; "C. Goth...who is that?". Chris had no idea, but he knew one thing, this was something he was going to research when he got home.