The Controlled One.
It started as a normal day of moving in. A new house, a new neighborhood, a new start. A new beginning to a life of possibilities. She was happy, she was content… she had everything she could ever wish for. Everything but a free will.
And like every reasonable being, she completely ignored the beauty life around her had to offer and dug right into the one book she found closest to her. Was this another start to a tragic story of isolation, of devastation beyond reason? No, fate shall not repeat itself at the hands of this creator (who finally was allowed to play the game like a normal person).
Sky found the door to an anchored life, to reality outside her own perception (the door to leave her own darn house) at last, and socialized like a decent person should. With a bunch of strangers randomly showing up on her patio.
Friendships budded, sanity blossomed and romance rooted deep into the soil of this newly discovered thing called “neighborhood”. She couldn’t have been happier to connect right on the first day (she could have been happier… she needed the bathroom), and soon her life was all but in the right tracks leading to a fulfilled Sim-existence.
And while not every friendship is meant to last, some are meant for more indeed... More than the brief encounter forced by chance, the exchange of smalltalk over mere minutes of shared existence. No, some friendships lead to a connecting of spirits, of fates, to intertwine like theirs did. And despite the (admitted) shock at the sudden intensity of her feelings (yeah, the poor guy was completely lost right there), he reciprocated them nonetheless.
But as a modern woman of world, she would not let a relationship dominate her own existence (really, he was even more dull than she was), and her wish for a peacefully dominated life was already met by her very creator. Now that she was definitely not lonely in any way anymore, Sky decided (was forced to) focus on leading a balanced life with fresh air, hobbies and a good dose of fun.
And success of course, because why else should she keep trying if not for the rewarding feeling of accomplishing something her predecessors, her fellows cannot do? Yup, Sims need to do some things solemnly for their ego, too.
She was happy, truly content in her day to day life that started to fill with more and more activities, big and small joys of any kind that she learned to appreciate beyond measure. And chores. Because you don’t even get around those in the Sims.
Life was ordinary as it could be (and boring as it could be), until the fateful day when Sky discovered she had a tree in her garden! (What!? No way!) And that marked the starting point to her very descent into madness, a swirling storm of blurred lines between reality and illusion. (Nevermind my comment about the creations being reflective of the creator's mind...)
Down, down, down… Down the rabbit hole. How long is forever again?
After this very day, life was not the same anymore. Strange things started to happen, odd more than reason could argue to file into the depth of a sane mind. Oh, and random they were at the least, regular despite order's eerie absence.
A stranger crying at her feet at night, maybe a dream only, or maybe not? Did another twist the sinews of reality, another creator working against the very creation of the determining force (me, duh)? Sky’s life derailed, and the creator lost the reins of creation.
A floating sink became a normal occurrence on Sky’s journey down the rabbit hole, and yet she had no inkling that her reality was slowly slipping. She was content in her oblivion to the forced at work around her, content in her own version of reality. Her laws of nature as undisturbed as invisible to her eye, yet not to the nature of the creator's law.
She started giving herself a hand when doing chores, and soon her best friend was but a shadow of a past self, of a reality unlived but not unknown to her. (Yup, I screwed up at this point… but so what? My project, my rules.)
The only constant in her life…
...the random dude who became her boyfriend ten minutes after moving in.
They lived a happy life together, keeping each other sane to the rules of their own perception, as they led a life of madness but happiness nonetheless. Because despite everything, there were the perks of being mad after all…
Sky never had to eat dinner alone when her husband came home late from work! She had the best company in herself, never ought to worry about being social outside her own existence. But with the time passing came along the passing of health (uh, that back pain), and the passing of creatures in creation.
Her husband died, tragically, suddenly, and as the lights of life left his physical form behind to pass on to a better place, Sky wept for the first time in her life. And for the first time, she was glad to live in a different reality than normal people, for to her, the rules of two creators determined her reality. (Oh darn... the game working around me as if ON PURPOSE is a pain, seriously.)
For this reality, this creator beyond the influence of her very own one, allowed her to beg for mercy indeed, to beg not for her own sake but for another soul at the rim of realms. And her call met gracious ears. (Not mine...)
He lived, to Sky's greatest joy, to tell tales of the grim reaper’ mercy.
And Sky lived to tell tales of the grim reaper’s favorite books and his good humor. Death couldn’t be cheated, maybe, but definitely bribed with a good conversation and the promise of dinner. On, on, on went the descent down the rabbit hole. The grim reaper became Sky's third friend, that day.
But every journey has to end, at the hands of forces greater than the creator, and every venture has to find its destiny. A goodbye had to be said, as Sky had to say goodbye to her husband at last…
… and also to her average-length life. She died happily, contently, of old age as she moved on to greet the grim reaper like the old friend he was.
Sky died in the same spot as her predecessor, unknowingly, unbothered by the truths of a reality that had long left her for good. But this time, in this reality, she died happy.
The end.
