By third period, Jessica Stanley was already tired.
Not physically—this body was young, well-rested, and annoyingly energetic—but mentally? Exhausted. The bell rang, chairs scraped back, and students flowed through the halls like NPCs following a poorly optimized pathfinding script.
Jessica drifted with them, eyes flicking from face to face as her system quietly hummed.
She flexed her fingers and thought 'CAS'.
The reflection in the glass trophy case shimmered. A barely perceptible shift: hair a shade glossier, cheekbones a touch sharper, posture unconsciously straighter. No one noticed. Of course they didn't. Sims 4 CAS Control didn't announce itself—it simply corrected reality.
'God,' she thought, 'if I'd had this at seventeen the first time, I would've been unbearable.'
She slid into her seat for her next class just as the teacher started droning on about U.S. history. Something about westward expansion. Something she already knew.
Her system pinged softly.
[MISSION #2: TEST YOUR POWERS ON WILLING SUBJECTS
Perform safe occult alterations.
REWARD: 300 SC + unlock minor aura stacking]
Good. A goal.
Another notification stacked on top of it.
[NOTICE: 50,000 SC transferred from previous life identity: Sera White – Verified Gamer Influencer Status]
Jessica froze.
Then slowly, slowly, she smiled.
'Oh. That explains why this system feels like it expects me to break it.'
She mentally opened her shop interface and purchased Playful Charm Aura (Infinity Nikki for 1000SC) without hesitation. The effect was immediate—subtle, like a warm breeze passing through the room.
She watched.
The girl two rows up stopped bouncing her knee, tension easing from her shoulders. A boy near the window stopped scowling at his phone and leaned back, suddenly less irritated. Emotional readouts flickered faintly in her peripheral vision—tiny, color-coded indicators only she could see.
Bored.
Restless.
Mildly anxious.
Crushing existential dread, age seventeen.
High school hadn't changed.
Jessica slumped slightly in her chair, chin propped on her hand. 'I can alter reality, rewrite supernatural beings, and I still have to sit through this.'
During lunch, she tested the aura more deliberately. She leaned toward a classmate—someone she vaguely remembered from canon—and let the charm dial up just a notch. The girl laughed more easily, talked a little faster, warmed to her immediately.
Useful.
Not dangerous.
'Yet.'
By the final bell, Mission #1 progress ticked forward.
[MISSION UPDATE: Orientation 62% Complete]
Freedom never sounded as good as the sound of lockers slamming and students pouring outside.
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Port Angeles felt like a reward.
Jessica spent her SC freely—no guilt, no hesitation (SC conversion rate was 1:1). A burner phone, front-facing camera included. Cash transaction (90SC spent). No name. No trail.
She sat in an internet café near the water, rain streaking the windows, and typed up a Craigslist listing for major cities: Seattle, Los Angeles and NYC.
"Tired of immortality?
How much would you pay to be something different?
Text the number below with your offer.
I'll see what I can do."
She posted it. Then leaned back and waited.
Her system pinged again as she bought a Portable Camera (Animal Crossing, 500SC), setting it up discreetly on the table. This wasn't just for chaos. This was for documentation.
Messages trickled in slowly at first.
Curiosity. Skepticism. One message with nothing but a dollar amount and a question mark.
Jessica tested her power remotely—light, careful, controlled.
The result made her eyebrows lift.
Remote influence worked… but not cleanly. There was resistance. Lag. Like pushing through water instead of air.
'Okay,' she thought, fingers tapping the table. 'So proximity matters. Consent matters. And power scales with risk.'
Her system chimed.
[MISSION #2 PROGRESS: 40%]
Jessica smiled into her coffee.
Forks had given her boredom.
Port Angeles had given her possibility.
And somewhere out there—she knew it—were immortals bored enough to text a stranger on Craigslist.
"I'm going to love it here." She whispered looking out into the rain imagining the pure chaos she'd be able to spread.