Controlled- A Video Game-Based Novel

Division 5

I'm abruptly forced out of bed at 5:00am for some reason and Fecit thinks it's completely alright if I go for a jog. Because why the fuck not?

I change into my 'gym' attire of green shorts, black singlet, and purple sneakers. I leave the house without even a snack and began jogging down the street.

Asshole. The biggest of assholes my Fecit is. I think angrily, not speaking because we all know that just makes everything I say all happy and cheery.

After about 10 minutes of exercise, I am stopped and I pull out my phone I didn't even know I had. Seems like Fecit did know I was talking to someone yesterday. At least I had a proper conversation with a real zim. Anyways, getting back to my oh so amazing 5 am jogging session.

Fecit makes me call up Dean and ask him to hang out.

"Hey Winchester. My Fecit is forcing me to hang out with you." I say

"Jeesus, I'm that bad? God, I'll only agree because you begged me." He repiles with a laugh.

"Okay that came out wrong. I meant she clicked on the phone and picked you to call to hang out." I explain.

"Yeah I knew that, dummy, coming over now. See ya soon."

"Okay bai mate."

"Bye!"

I hung up and then turned back around and jogged to my house.

Fecit at least has the common decency to give me a shower before Dean arrives. I am dressed in my 'everyday' clothes and walking out of the bathroom as Dean knocks on my front door.

Fecit clicks on him, making me greet him and allowing entrance to my residence.

"Well hello there Emma." He says with a grin.

"Hey! Welcome to my humble home."

"Looks like shit." 

"I know."

"I would've pictured your house to be strictly black."

"You have no idea how much I want it to be those colours." I say.

"Maybe as much as you want to make me a drink?"

I sigh and shake my head with a smile forming on my lips.

"What drink?" I ask as I walk over to my bar.

"Flaming Waylon bartender."

"You like that drink as well?"

"Yeah, I thought it would taste like ash or something considering it's kind of on fire but it was surprisingly good!" He explains as I hand him his drink and take a seat on the couch next to him.

Wish something decent  would actually come on TV, like a particular show I mentioned earlier. Stupid Sims Next Top Model.

"My Fecit made me start talking to this girl yesterday. After I left the park I sent me off to the bar." Dean says.

"Oh really? Tell me about her!" I tell him enthusiastically.

He blushed a little. Aw he really likes her.

"She has dark red hair, hazel eyes, leather jacket, black top, black shorts, occasional red beanie, and Doc Martins." He explains.

"Sounds like a badass chick. What's she like?" I ask.

"Well she is in a crap-ton of fandoms and likes The Killers quite a lot. Dean actually happens to be her favourite character in the show. Awesome right? Considering I am a copy of him and all." He smiles.

"Yeah that's amazing that you found someone with such a love for a show you love as well. Ah The Killers are legendary. She got a favourite song of them?"

"'Mr. Bright Side' she seems to listen to a lot. It's a cool jam."

"Just a 'cool jam'?! That song is amaze-balls!!" I shout.

"Well I can see you clearly love The Killers too." He observes.

"Heck yes!" I reply.

"I just don't know how she is able to be in my Fecit's world. She isn't computer generated. She's a real zim. Like us. Weird huh?"

"Yeah that is a little strange, but it's not like it's a bad thing or something. You could've found your mate from this glitch in the system."

"That is true, but what happens to her when the bug gets fixed? Do I ever get to see her again?"

"Of course you will dude. Don't think like that. As long as XU doesn't get any complaints about it, which I don't know why anyone would complain, then they would take action to fix it but I doubt it. Who wouldn't want their zims world to have more and random zims than the set ones every world has?"

"Good point. I guess you're right. I'll stop thinking negatively about it."

"That's the spirit!" I say with a grin.

"Ugh my Fecit is making me leave dude. Shite. Sorry I gotta go. It's work time almost."

"My chef duties start at 3:00 in about 20 minutes. So yeah I guess you'll have to go anyway. Wait, have you and I been talking and hanging out from 5 am?! Fecit's must've sped up time." I say.

"Yeah they must've otherwise there is no way we would have been talking for that long." Dean says.

"Yep, well good luck with the girl then! See you mate!" I yell as he winks his thanks and heads out the front door.

The clock ticks to 3:00 exactly and I spin around as my work clothes appear on my body, replacing my 'everyday' ones.

I walk out of the house and go on to start my catering shift.