Controlled- A Video Game-Based Novel

Division 3

I wake up at 10:08 the next morning feeling like I had a few seconds of sleep. I probably did considering you can speed up time. Fecit most likely probably sped up my night.

I might as well as not slept at all. I stand next to my bed clutching my crotch with one hand and the other waving around awkwardly in the air.

If I need to pee, can't I just do it on my own accord? Why do I have to ask permission to sit on a toilet? Fricken zims man.

Fecit clicks on the toilet and I walk over, still clutching my crotch but this time with both hands.

I seat myself on the toilet and relieve myself of urine. Sorry to much? Too bad, this is my story. When I gotta go, I gotta go and I'm gonna provide you with as much detail as I like.

I finish then proceed to wash my hands. Obviously you don't flush the toilet. No that's insane. Who flushes their toilets? Have you ever seen a zim once flush their pee and/or poop down the pipe? Neither have I. I'm willing to bet that's the reason why all the toilets just spontaneously break in like the middle of the night or something and a fountain of potty water flies outta the bowl and onto the floor. Then we gotta clean up the water all around the toilet with a mop that randomly sprouts from our pockets then fits back in there. Full of toilet water. Yummy.

Fecit clicks on the fridge and decides I'm eating Mac n' Cheese for breakfast. Yes Fecit yes! Finally something I actually want to eat.

I grab random stuff from the fridge once again then stir some yellow stuff in a massive unnecessary pot then BADA LA BING breakfast is served.

I sit down and tuck into my cheesy pasta creation. I hear a noise again and my cooking skill has increased yet again. Level 2 cooking skill. Whoop. I am an aspiring chef so I guess that's a good thing I'm going up cooking skill levels.

My work day starts tomorrow apparently and I work from Friday to Monday at times 3pm to 12am. Wait wait wait, 12 AM?! I'm not going be asleep for 4 nights in a row until after 12 '0 clock at night?! That's horse shit. Big, steaming piles of horse shit.

Zims working hours are screwed up. I mean you can actually make a proper living by doing 'jobs' for criminal gangs. What the hell zims?

At least I get 52 bucks an hour. which means I'll be bringing home 468 bucks each day I work! Sweet. Head Caterer apparently. No training just straight up promotion to the lead caterer. Of course.

Fecit drags my bowl over to the sink, deciding that washing it up isn't necessary this morning. Good because I don't want to.

I am forced toward the shower and of course Slutty Mcgee up there chooses another 'steamy' shower. Why? Why do I need to feel an extreme urge to kiss someone passionately and want to flirt? Am I an emo slut now or something?

My shower ends and my 'everyday' clothes replace my pajamas. Why do I have to wear the same clothing everyday? Like I don't even get to wash it. Can you even buy washing machines in the sims? I'll have to do some snooping through the shop when Fecit buggers off.

Fecit clicks on 'travel' mode and we're off the the bar before I have a second thought.