Control App v2.0

You wake up on your bed. Your mind sluggishly starts thinking, like you do when you wake up from a deep sleep all at once. Was it all a dream? The app, picking up the groceries, giving Olivia cum candies, the cat sharking Sephora's shorts, picking the rule, watching your phone go off like a bomb. But then you feel the warmth sitting on top of you, purring.

You open your eyes, knowing immediately you're not in your old life anymore. It is... pink. The air smells of sweet spices, like the room was filled with incense. You sit up slowly, allowing the cat to get off of you gently. Regis, the Cat of Wardrobe Malfunction, looks at you. You find what you are looking for where it would normally rest. Your phone is on your side table, charging.

You pick up your phone. You click open the app, only to hear the sound of the clock striking again. You look down and see the following screen.

The form of your control has been established. It follows the poem:

All bound must follow the rules,

But the hidden one sets the path.

All will walk in the light's pools,

But one controls the darkness' wrath.

One from you, one from us to help your reign,

But shirking your duty results in pain.

Your spine tingles with fear as you look at it. This app was cursed, how could you forget something so simple. You were never really in control. It was always in control of you.

You click the notification away. You see it appears nothing like how it did before. The shop tab is gone. In fact, all of the tabs are gone. Instead, there is only one scrollable screen. On the top is the section labelled notifications. Beneath that is the section labelled Rules. You see the one you had chosen, but there was another just beneath it.

Everyone must contribute to the Household, whether monetarily or with services.

A curfew of 9 PM will be imposed, all members must be in their room by that time.

Beneath the Rules section is the five pointed star with your stylized faces on it. Beneath each of them are two numbers. One is the dominance score, you can tell that from your negative score, just where you left it. But the other is odd...

The numbers seem to have no rhyme or reason.

Rex: 338

Rebecca: 159

Olivia: 732

Erica:0

Sephora:249

Is this? Is this your bank account? You were living paycheck to paycheck after all. Everyone was, being in entry level jobs. So this is the means by which you are judged to be "contributing". You can't help but feel a chill run up your spine.