Disclaimer: If I owned the Sims 2, I wouldn't need a disclaimer. I'd probably need a 'claimer.'

The screen went black. "Not again!" I yelled. This had happened before, but it killed my other computer. So now I sat there, staring at the blank screen, biting my finger, tears in my eyes. I was yelled at all through the night when this happened, and now it was about to happen again? Then I realized the computer fan was still running. I glanced at the monitor button, it was still on. I tapped it-- it was a super sensitive button. (Not even a button, actually. Just a touch pad thing?)-- then tapped it again. I turned it on then off. Nothing happened. I waited. What was I gonna tell my parents this time..!?

Then the screen came back on. My sim had fallen over in her chair, and on the monitor screen there was a swirling, bluish purplish thing. My sim began reaching for it and I tried canceling the action, but it was like trying to cancel a pet's action and it didn't work. I hit P but it didn't pause. I pressed the super fast forward button but the speed remained the same. I glanced at the menu-- all the buttons were disabled. Not just the buy and build mode, all of them. Even Live Mode. Was this not live? Then the menu disappeared and the camera zoomed in on the screen. The Sim's arm was now being pulled through the monitor. I stared. I couldn't do anything else. She was sucked in, then my screen turned off again. I fell backwards in my chair. "What the hell just happened!?" I asked myself, over and over. I was so lucky that no one was home. Then again, I wasn't. If I tried to fix the computer, what if I broke it? What if my dad came home and yelled at me again!? And then the same spiral appeared on my screen, but I was able to avoid being pulled toward it. I stared. This was getting boring. Then an arm came out of the spiral. "What the--!?" I stood up to see if it was real. It was. It was coming right out of my monitor. I reached for the 'button' that turned off the monitor, and the arm grabbed mine. I tried to pull out of it, thinking it was gonna suck me in. But it didn't. "Help!" I heard a voice say. It sounded like a teenage sim girl. I grabbed the arm with both hands and yanked, and like nothing... something came out of my monitor. We fell violently on the floor and I nearly hurt myself on the tipped over chair.

I sat up and rubbed my head, then grabbed my glasses off the floor. I looked at the floor next to me, and there...

What the heck?

There was my sim. But she looked... real-er. It was hard to picture my sim as a human. But I could tell it was her. Her hair was almost the same custom content I used to make her. Her clothes were the same.

"Ow..." she muttered. She opened her eyes then stared at the ceiling. "Where am I?" she looked at me. There was a long, awkward silence as we tried to comprehend what happened.

"...Where am I?" she repeated after awhile. I shook my head. "Oh... um... well, the real world."

"Wasn't I just... in the real world?"

"...No, that was my computer... a game, actually... this is Earth."

"Earth?" she sat up. "You mean... with humans?"

"Yeah."

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" she said, bowing her head. "You're a girl... so you're... Goddess, then..?"

"...Goddess?"

"You control my life... right?"

"Not anymore, apparently."

"You used to... when I was in the... game, right? I'm just part of a game?" she looked at me again. She looked pretty disappointed.

"Not anymore, apparently."

"I was?"

"...Yeah... does it bother you?"

"A little..."

"Don't worry." I said, standing up. I set the chair back on all fours. "I don't know what happened, but we should probably try to get you back to where you belong, right?" I looked at the monitor. It was back at the game. The Sim's computer was turned off and broken, and her mother was crying, her cat was yowling. The reaper was there, talking on his cell phone. "What the..." I knew this. Had she died? What was going on?

She got up as well and stared at the screen. "Mom! Don't cry! What's wro--" then she noticed the reaper. "I've heard of him... doesn't he..!? Am I..."

"Quick! Let's try to get you back inside!"

She placed her hand on the monitor. It turned off, and the computer shut down. She stared at me. "Oh no.. I'm sorry..."

"No, I'm sorry." I said. "I'm so confused. How are we gonna even try to get you back now? Hopefully my computer isn't broken..." I pressed the power button. It flicked back on. I smiled. "Wait! I think we still have time. Maybe... one second..." I started the game, but it just asked me if I wanted to install the Real Life expansion pack. I frowned and clicked cancel. Then I looked around my folders... The Sims 2 was gone. She looked at me. "So... what's..."

"The game you came from, it's gone. I can reinstall it, but..." I opened the CD drive. The disk for the ripoff expansion pack that was previously white was now black. I took it out and stared at it. Then it faded. I shook my head. "I don't think we're gonna be able to get you back..." I looked at my desktop sadly. Then I noticed the calendar. An orange box was highlighted around the 23rd, which was a Tuesday. 'Oh right! Summer vacation-- ends tomorrow! Shoot...' I looked at my sim. 'Oh no, what am I gonna do..!?' "Look..." I said, and pointed at the calendar. "I have to go to school tomorrow. Summer vacation is over. I'll reinstall the game later and we'll see what we can try to get you back to your world. But for now you're stuck with me. Pretty soon my brother's gonna wake up and I have to get off..." I heard his door open and I panicked. "Come with me!" I quickly logged off and grabbed her arm, running over to the stairs. We ducked below the floor and waited for him to pass, then we get up and I took her to my room.

"What's with all these blankets?" she asked me, staring at the floor. "And what's that on the window?"

"My room is a mess and those are shades. You just have curtains in your world as far as I know.. don't ask questions please, I'm not in the mood..."

"But... it's so weird..." she looked around worriedly. "Whoa! How'd you get your radio purple!?"

"Ssssh! My brother will hear you and my parents are asleep. Don't wake them up!"

"And how'd you get the desk like that?!" she asked, ignoring me. I sighed. "Fine. I'll answer anything you want, as long as you're quiet. The radio is purple because there's more than a few types of radios in our world. The desk is like that for the same reason. Make note of this before asking anything else..."

She looked around. "I have so many questions..." she pointed to a corner of my room. "Why is that design different from the rest of your wall?"

"Augh, not the rainbow!!" I whispered loudly. "My dad put that there for my sister and I when we were little. We haven't changed the interior since."

"It's nice. Different." she said, staring at it. Then she looked up. "Why is there a fuzzy thing hanging from the ceiling?"

"I torture stuffed animals because it's illegal to torture people."

"..."

"...Yup."

"Why doesn't your closet have doors?"

"Please refer to what I said before..."

"I guess that basically answers everything." she said, frowning. "Your world has so many more things."

"Yeah..."

She placed a hand on her stomach. "...Hey, you still have food here, right?"

"...Oh great..."

Almost my entire family was now up and about.